Jia Lan felt that this was more stressful than the time when he assisted his teacher in purifying the gastric juice of a black dragon and refining the "Dragon Fire Potion" that could explode at any time.
Three hours of high concentration and continuous high-speed calculations in the brain exhausted all his mental energy, and he was so tired that he was drowsy at the moment.
However, the "hemostatic ointment" had not yet been prepared, so he had to grit his teeth and cheer up to check the efficacy of those translucent ointments that were crystal clear and exuded a beautiful violet gem color one by one.
Fortunately, although the process was very risky, he successfully grasped the 50％ chance of success this time. Judging from the sweet fragrance that was so strong that it was almost insoluble and always lingering in the air, this pot of ointment was successful.
Although the efficacy may have been lost due to the unstable temperature, the "blood mistletoe vine" used was originally ten years old, and the efficacy would not be worse than that of three years old.
Jia Lan dipped a little ointment with his finger and tasted it, nodded with satisfaction, rolled up his sleeves and picked up a kitchen knife - the kind that housewives often use to cut vegetables - ready to cut his arm to test the effect.
Generally speaking, this kind of work is done by those unlucky apprentices, but he was always embarrassed to let two new female apprentices do this kind of thing.
"Jia Lan, is this what you call 'cosmetics'?" Alan curiously dipped a little ointment with his finger, looked at it, and prepared to apply it on his lips.
Jia Lan, who had just pointed the kitchen knife at his arm, was so scared that he almost cut off his entire arm with one knife, and the Brown sisters, who were staring at the teacher's every move with wide eyes, screamed.
Jia Lan thought for a moment, put down the kitchen knife, and said seriously: "In fact, what I used blood mistletoe to prepare is not 'cosmetics', but a hemostatic ointment for treating external injuries. If the hemostatic effect is good, it can be sold to the pharmacy in exchange for a certain amount of money... In addition, I hope that the fact that blood mistletoe has a hemostatic effect will be kept secret from the outside. Alan, you should also know that our tuition fees have not been settled yet, right?"
Alan widened his eyes in surprise and looked at the beautiful paste on his fingers in disbelief. He didn't believe that this thing that looked better than crystal jelly was actually a drug for hemostasis.
Although the girl was very simple, she also knew the importance of the potion formula, so she nodded and said that she would keep it secret. The Brown sisters swore to the gods without hesitation to show Jia Lan, the teacher, that they would never leak the secret.
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Jia Lan nodded with satisfaction at the attitude of the two girl apprentices. A primary potion formula that was rotten in his time was worthless to him. If he was not in urgent need of money now, there was actually no need to keep it secret.
Moreover, if necessary, he can always provide thousands of different potion recipes recorded in a book called "Common Potion Formulas", and the materials used in them come from almost every corner of the entire Khorvaire continent.
As for the formula leak? Any pharmacist above the middle level can easily identify the ingredients in the ointment. What is really worth keeping secret in the formula is actually the preparation skills, the heat, and the ratio between the main ingredients and the auxiliary ingredients.
The reason why I told the young apprentices to keep it secret is just to prevent the price of "Blood Mistletoe Vine" from soaring too fast before I earn enough Jintalan, which would embarrass me, a poor wizard.
"Uh... Teacher... Actually, you don't have to try it on yourself..." An Liya pointed weakly at the huge kitchen knife that looked dangerous.
After Jia Lan cast a questioning look, she shyly ran to the corner of the yard, took out a fat old hen from a small shed built with firewood, and brought it to Jia Lan with some heartache but determination: "Teacher, use Lemley to do the experiment!"
Looking at the kitchen knife in her hand, and then at the old hen that was so fat that she could hardly walk, Jia Lan rubbed her chin, maybe she could add an old hen soup to the dinner menu?
Lemley seemed to be very old, and the hen's unique little comb had turned into a dark maroon, so that the pair of black and bright little eyes were full of wisdom. It looked at Jia Lan for a while, and its expression was quite indifferent to seeing through the world and life and death.
Jia Lan, who had dissected countless animals, beasts, monsters and even alien creatures on the dissection table, naturally would not replace the old hen Lemley because of her indifference.
As a "ruthless" wizard, Jia Lan didn't think that cutting himself would make his conscience better than cutting Lemley - if he had a so-called "conscience".
Originally, Lemley thought that after laying eggs for the Brown family for a lifetime and working hard for them, she should no longer be unlucky enough to appear in the oven or on the plate at this age, and could wait for the return to the Lord's embrace on a cold winter day. If she was lucky enough, as one of the few chickens that died of old age, she might be lucky enough to be reborn as a noble celestial chicken in the Lord's kingdom.
Therefore, the calmness brought to her by her long life allowed her to face the kitchen knife that was "not threatening" to her calmly, and she even mocked the male human in the robe with a graceful and elegant temperament.
However, when the "male human" picked up a kitchen knife and grabbed one of its legs, the old hen with "wise" eyes finally realized what terrible thing was going to happen, and began to scream and struggle in panic, making it almost impossible for the delicate girl to hold its fat body.
Fortunately, the male human's hands were very steady and his movements were very dexterous, just like the hands of an elf bard playing the harp. Before everyone reacted, and even before Lemley felt the pain, five deep and shallow wounds had been cut on its claws covered with thick foot skin.
The dark chicken blood quickly flowed out, but the flow rate was very slow, like a sticky syrup. Jia Lan suspected that Lemley's blood lipids were too high, and it would be good for her health to let some blood properly.