Saint Laurent Prison Warden

Chapter 50: Alchemy Prodigy Richard (First Update)
Richard rubbed his brows, then knocked his thigh hard and said to Princeton:
"Then Professor Princeton, please find all the herbs on the list for me, and prepare a high-quality potion-making furnace for me.

I'm here, brewing the magic potion in front of you, and you're watching from the side.

If you're watching me, I can't just drink the magic potion I made.

Anything I could drink must be a magic potion with your consent.

Is it okay like this?

If you don't even agree to this condition, then I will never come to the First Affiliated Hospital again.

Don't even think about saving my soul. I won't even see you. Whether I live or die has nothing to do with you. Professor Princeton, pack up your things and go back to Nightingale City."

Princeton was furious when he heard Richard's words.

"This... this is really too much! Mr. Richard, you have such precious material, how can you not let us study it!"

Richard was even more angry: "Why don't you listen to yourself, are the words you say human words?"

Princeton stared at Richard with wide eyes for a long time, neither of them giving in.

Unfortunately, Richard's eyes were bigger than his. When he stared, they were like the copper bells in his hands, and they were as shrewd as lightning.

In the end, Princeton chose to compromise.

"Okay! Okay! All right. Just do as you say. I'll give you herbs and a cauldron, and you'll make magic potions in front of me. I can also be your alchemy teacher and teach you how to make potions.

But you must promise us that you will never drink the medicine carelessly.

The soul is something you can't joke about. Alas. You are the only one we have as a research subject, so please don't let yourself get killed by playing with it.

If you really want to commit suicide, just tell us in advance, and we will do some destructive experiments on you, and you will die after the experiments are completed. Haha, maybe you will die before the experiments are completed, and you can even save the time of committing suicide. "

Richard: ...

Professor of Princeton, you are truly a top-notch student.

Tsk.

How do you say that sixteen-character mantra?

Playing with magic, desecrating life, having no taboos, committing heinous crimes.

It is recommended to read and memorize the entire text!
Only a hero can have a chance of survival by using himself as bait.

Richard stood up proudly, stretched out one hand, and said loudly:
"Okay then! Professor Princeton, our deal starts from now on.

You help me prepare the materials and teach me how to make medicine, and I am willing to be your non-destructive testing research material.

I will be away for a while. When you have prepared the potion and the cauldron, I will come back and examine my body for you."

Seeing Richard preparing to leave while talking, Princeton suddenly became anxious.

"Hey, hey, hey. Wait a moment. Don't wait, right now!

Mr. Richard, you can't use the communication conch. If you run away, where can I find you?
Don't go anywhere, just sit here and wait for me. Just prepare some herbs and a crucible, easy!
I will bring the things to you in half an hour at the latest."

Richard: ...

"Okay, then you should be faster." Richard thought about it and sat down again.

The desire to study a person is like the love that flows out when you like someone, it cannot be hidden.

Driven by the motivation to study Richard, Princeton brought the crucible and a full set of medicinal materials in less than 10 minutes, and also brought a copy of "Introduction to Magic Potion Making".

Richard couldn't help but sigh: "You are really efficient."

"Oh, there's nothing I can do. It's all for research." Princeton waved his hand unabashedly, and said helplessly:
“You don’t understand. This is how we do human research.

Research materials like you just need to lie down and wait to be studied, but it is very hard for us researchers.

When to please you, when to trick you into taking off your pants for inspection, and when to secretly conduct destructive research, all of this must be carefully considered. "

"Hmm? Did you just say secretly conducting destructive research?"

Richard was stunned, and the herbs and crucible he had just obtained suddenly lost their fragrance. He asked tentatively: "Professor Princeton, you must be joking, right?"

"Ha! Hahaha! Hahahaha! Of course I was joking. You didn't take it seriously, did you? You really don't understand humor. Hahahaha!"

"You are lying to the dead, and I believed you. You are serious at first glance. Even if you say a criminal notice in a joking tone, it is still a criminal notice!"

Richard was so angry that his teeth itched.

Just wait, when I become a nine-ring wizard, I will let you know what cruelty is.

You want to play with my soul, then I will play with your Kun Kun, and then I will use your Kun Kun to do destructive experiments every day. I will transform your Kun Kun into a tentacle, and then stretch it straight to play the zither.

"Okay, let's stop joking. Let's finish today's inspection first, and then I'll teach you how to make magic potions. Is this order okay? Look, I've got the crucible and the ingredients here. I promise to teach you, and I won't break my promise."

As Princeton spoke, he put on white rubber gloves and was eager to try.

"alright."

Richard knew that he couldn't escape this difficulty. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth consciously. "Ah..."

More than four hours later.

Princeton, who was busy and thirsty, sat aside and watched Richard make the potion quietly.

Richard carefully picked up a piece of ice mint with tweezers and put it into the alchemy crucible.

With a "plop", a small dark green mushroom cloud gushed out from the top of the alchemy crucible.

"Oh my god, it stinks."

Princeton quickly covered his mouth with his hands and used the blowing technique to blow away the smoke gushing out of the crucible.

Richard, wearing a mask, observed the crucible and nodded confidently. He then used a pair of tongs to open the lid of the crucible, revealing a pot of unknown liquid with green bubbles inside.

Richard straightened his chest, pointed his finger, and said proudly, "Professor Princeton, the soul-clearing potion that can significantly improve concentration is ready.

Do you want to try it first, or should I drink it directly? "

"Try it, try an egg!"

Princeton was shocked. "Does this thing look drinkable at all?
Come on, pour it on the table and try it."

"Oh."

Richard picked up the crucible and poured the sticky green liquid onto the table. With a "crackling" sound, a thick green smoke came out on the table. The strange liquid in the crucible had actually corroded a big hole in the steel table!
"Hiss." Princeton took a breath.

"No, what the hell are you doing?

You don't need to take the [Soul Clearing Potion] anymore. Once you drink this stuff, it will burn from your chest to your stomach, and your whole body will become clear!

Treat the orchid grass as a mandragora. Treat the ice mint as floating grass.

There are 7 herbs in total, Richard, how could you get 2 wrong? I taught you to identify herbs for an hour, and you identified all of them as dogs.

No, Richard, aren't you good at magic research? How come you don't have any talent in alchemy?"

Richard smiled awkwardly and said, "It may be because I lost my magic power, so I can't feel the magic power of the medicinal materials clearly, so I made a mistake.

It’s okay, I’ll study it further.”

"I believed you. You simply have no talent! Just admit it!"

"Humph! Diligence can make up for lack of talent. Professor Princeton, please stop arguing and just wait and see. I will definitely make rapid progress!"

Later, as Princeton gradually became desperate, Richard successively made acid explosion potions, spark potions, dissolving potions and other strange magic potions. All these failed potions were labeled as waste, from waste number one to waste number ten.

Finally! Hard work pays off. After repeated failures, Richard finally succeeded in refining the first bottle of soul-related potion:
Drinking this [hallucination potion] will cause people to twitch all over, foam at the mouth, and have hallucinations.

Richard narrowed his eyes, pointed at the hallucination potion and asked, "This is my first successful product. It's very memorable. Can I have a taste?"

"No! Don't even touch it! This thing is poison! Do you understand poison?

Richard, how on earth did you use the recipe of [Soul Sleep Potion] to make an illusion potion? It's really outrageous."

Richard didn't sound happy about this.

"Just tell me whether you have fallen into hibernation after drinking it."

Princeton: …

Princeton broke through the defense.

Shit! He really fell asleep, dormant in a hallucination. If he drank a few more bottles, he wouldn't need to wake up. He just fell asleep and died.

"Mr. Richard, to be honest, I don't think you have any talent for alchemy. Why don't you change your profession?"

Facing Princeton's somewhat desperate advice, Richard responded stubbornly:
"No. I chose to be an alchemist after careful consideration. Among all the professions that do not require magic power, alchemist is the most promising.

Professor Princeton, you don't need to say more. I will definitely be the alchemist. Humph."

"Put this bottle of dormant hallucination potion here for now and mark it as finished product number one. Our result today is ten bottles of waste and one bottle of finished product.

When I practice again in the future, there will be less and less waste and more and more finished products.

One day, I, Richard, will be able to achieve a 100% success rate in refining medicine, and all the magic potions I refine will be finished products.

Then gradually improve the techniques and upgrade the finished product to a fine, unique, or even divine product!
I just don't believe that a little Potions can stump me."

"I beg you, Mr. Richard, please believe it. Every profession has its own specialties." Princeton's face was full of despair.

"Professor Princeton, please understand your identity. You are a researcher, so do your research well. My pharmaceutical business has nothing to do with you."

Richard straightened his clothes and strode out of the lounge.

Hmm? None of my business?

Princeton looked at the herbs, crucible and alchemy guide in his hand, and a question mark popped up in his head.

(End of this chapter)