The Devil Inside

Manager Ross just felt incredible and was shocked.

Han Solo didn't care: "Okay."

"Thank you very much!"

Professor Trigg pulled an envelope from his pocket and presented it with both hands.

Han Solo was puzzled: "What is this for?"

Trigg looked up and said, "A thank you gift. Not just in Arendelle, but anywhere else, when you watch an alchemist making a potion, you have to express your gratitude. Please accept it."

"Since there is such a rule, I won't be polite."

Han Solo took the envelope generously, shook it quietly, and felt there were two or three coins in it, but he didn't know whether they were gold or silver.

On the other side...

Manager Ross was even more surprised!

He looked at Han Solo and thought to himself, "You're... accepting it? Han Solo, you'd better be able to make advanced potions! Otherwise, you've made me lose face!"

Chapter 33 #033 Talent Potion

A good alchemist is often a good cook.

The order and amount of adding ingredients and the control of heat are all basic skills.

The ingredients for potions don't have to be flowers and plants.

Rather, most of the materials are not plants, but parts or organs of monsters.

Processing materials requires superb knife skills, which is also the basic skill.

A pot of food is worth only a few silver coins at most, while a pot of medicine is easily worth more than a gold coin, so the requirements for alchemists are naturally higher.

Let's say that.

A considerable number of alchemy apprentices eventually end up working in restaurants, and often achieve certain success.

"This technique is really handsome."

Ross and Trigg stood on one side, watching Han Solo manipulate the material, and nodded in appreciation at the same time.

Han Solo's fingers are so clean, and I didn't expect him to be so skillful in processing the materials. It is a textbook example that can't be achieved without ten years of hard work. It is pleasing to the eye.

Han Solo was also surprised.

He cleared his mind and let his hands move on their own. Even though he was a complete "layman", he felt that he was doing a great job.

Is this also the skill of the Time Demon King?

How come he knows everything?

Trigg looked at the instrument on the reactor and said, "Mr. Han, the pressure is rising."

Han Solo was almost done: "Pour the base fluid in."

"Ok."

Trigg poured the base liquid, and Han Solo stood beside the reactor and put in various materials in order and quantity.

The fire was strong, the reactor was steaming, and the reagents were hitting the reactor wall. Through the observation window, you could see the liquid in the reactor change from colorless and transparent to bright golden, bubbling.

Ross didn't understand alchemy.

But he clearly sensed that the medicine liquid in the reactor was very spiritual.

Breathing in the steam escaping from the vent made him feel refreshed and he even had the urge to throw a punch.

Trigg asked, "Master Han, are you preparing a catalyst?"

"Yes."

He asked again: "There should be one main material missing. Do you have it with you?"

"… Professor, you are too polite. I do have the main material."

Oh--

Trigg looked at the ball of transparent gel on the workbench, not understanding its function.

That is "useless mucus", to put it bluntly, it is only used by unscrupulous businessmen.

Just like water-injected meat, the role of the useless mucus is to dilute the potion, so one bottle is sold as two bottles, and the efficacy of the medicine is greatly reduced.

The reason why Trigg's workshop exists is because of Arendelle's environmental protection policy, pollution-free treatment, and it is specifically used to dilute waste potions.

Han Solo is using a very new tactic, which Trigg doesn't understand, so he won't comment on it for now.

Ross was an outsider and was already feeling bored at the moment.

He asked, "Professor, what potion do you think Xiao Han is brewing?"

Trigg shook his head, the sparse hair on his head swaying. "I don't know."

"You are a master of alchemy, and you don't know this?"

"The main ingredient is uncertain, so it's hard to judge! If you ask me, it should be a healing potion... The catalyst prepared by Master Han is very similar to the catalysts required for several healing potions."

Trigg looked to Han Solo for an answer.

Han Solo said calmly, "I am preparing the 'Talent Potion'."

"…Sorry, what?"

Trigg was startled.

"The talent potion," Han Solo repeated. "It's the kind of potion that gives you inherent talents when you drink it."

"?"

"!"

Almost at the same time, the two people present straightened their backs and widened their eyes.

"Inherent talent".

Besides engraving, it is the second largest common factor that affects the engraver's combat effectiveness.

Rachel's "cavalry" seemed weak and useless, and in fact it was.

But the vast majority of people do not have inherent talent.

There are two main ways to obtain inherent talents:

One is that it is innate, which is not worth discussing because it is neither fair nor logical;

The second is acquired understanding.

In the process of production and life, the engraver may have a sudden flash of inspiration and suddenly awaken his inherent talent.

The probability is about the same as that of a single draw.

There are many "sanctuaries" on the Zelmon continent, and many cases have shown that the engraver's stay in them can increase the probability of obtaining inherent talents.

Arendelle's "Hall of Knowledge" has magical powers.

Thousands of engravers realized the same inherent talents, but millions of them came with high hopes but returned disappointed, gaining nothing.

After that...

It is said that there are numerous legendary alchemists who have created a unique potion that, after drinking it, can grant one an inherent talent.

Their deeds are recorded in history books and engraved on stone tablets, but countless people still question them.

"Talent potion"?

Just by looking at the name, you can tell its value.

Why is there no recipe for such a precious medicine?

Many people think that this is fake and just a legend.

Trigg was an expert. Even though he thought Han Solo had something, he couldn't help but say, "Master Han, you're overconfident, aren't you? Talent potion! If you can make this kind of thing, you'd be the strongest alchemist alive!"

"Not really. I only have the formula for a gifted potion, and it was not researched by me. It was taught by my teacher. How can I be considered the strongest?"

As Han Solo spoke, he took out an amber gem from his pocket.

Professor Trigg's pupils shrank, and Butler Ross exclaimed in surprise: "Ancient Oak Heart? Is it the Ancient Oak Heart? A rare seal!"

Snapped.

Han Solo opened the small cover of the feed port and dropped the Ancient Oak Heart into the reactor.

No one cares whether it is a luxury to use rare-grade engravings as the "main material".

Trigg placed his hands on the reactor and asked, "Master Han, my reactor is quite special. It can be pressurized mechanically or precisely with mana. What is the best pressure for your potion?"

"Full."

Han Solo instructed simply.

"I'm here to help too!"

Butler Ross rolled up his sleeves and applied to join the team.

Both of them opened fire at full capacity, pouring in mana continuously. In an instant, the needle on the instrument moved to the far right, and the pressure was full.

The liquid in the reactor was boiling wildly!

A stream of air shot out from the vent with a sharp sound, and hit the five-meter-high ceiling straight away. White mist spread along the top wall.

There is movement in the cauldron, dinosaurs fighting wolves.

Han Solo stood to one side, worried that the reactor would explode.

He took a step back.

Trigg became suspicious. His reactor was made of real materials. The main body was forged with fine steel mixed with magic crystals. The cost of materials alone was enough to buy half a commercial street.

But now, the palm of the hand pressed against the wall of the cauldron felt obvious vibration.

The potion came alive and started running around inside it like a tiger trying to escape its cage.

"This must be a high-level potion! No... it must be top-level! The best!"

Trigg had a strong hunch.

There are also concerns.

"I don't know if my cauldron can withstand it... I think it can. There are no more than ten cauldrons in the world that are better than this one!"

"Oh!"

Explosion.

The hydraulic lock of the reactor flew off and embedded itself deeply into the wall. The ten-kilogram reactor cover flew into the air and smashed the floor tiles when it landed.

The surging steam covered the sky and the sun, and Trigg was distracted from his concentration with a look of despair in his eyes.

Fall short!

He screamed “Ah——” and fell backwards to the ground, beating his chest and rolling over: “It’s over! It’s over! Just a little bit more, just a little bit more!”

"Just right."

Han Solo's voice rang out.

He stood in front of the reactor and looked inside. "It's not over yet. It's still going well. Professor Trigg, the gifted potion... is done."

what? !

Trigg got up quickly, climbed carefully along the wall of the cauldron, and watched with wide eyes.

The potion, as bright as gold and as clear as honey, ripples and radiates charming brilliance.

"Is this... a success?"

"It's done."

Han Solo took the glass container that had been prepared long ago, opened the drainage valve at the bottom of the reactor, and transferred the potion.

Chapter 34 #034 The True Blood of the Demon King of the Past