I burned two salamanders, their leather becoming unusable. Ratvert projected stun shadow arrows that stopped the progression of the rest of the creatures. I finished with my dagger the paralyzed animals.

"Victory," Ratvert says.

I smiled and fell backwards, a frozen salamander had bitten my arm as I finished it and a layer of cold spread like poison at the wound. My spirit of fire approached and glued its palms on my wound, warming my body.

Definitely taking a lot of damage lately.

«Notification! Increased damage resistance +1, level 8: +52% resistance»

I wonder if I get 100% resistance, will I have any more damage? System response: reduction of damage received and pain but damage may exceed 100% resistance. Cost-effective strategy: wear armor»

The system was really practical, although I don't quite understand the broad outlines yet. I split the salamanders and thus gained a level with 5 attributes available. Harvested ingredients were rare and expensive. We still had 3 ingredients to find and I found what I was looking for for a while. I could now create a potion that would permanently increase my firepower. Since I practice fire magic, I can create more complex formulas.

When we came down the mountain, a powerful blizzard broke out with all its anger, we could see nothing even for Ratvert who had a very good view.

We tried to find indications but we found nothing and my find-path dysfunctional. After 3 hours of walking in the thick snow, we stumbled face to face with a powerful winter orc.

He did something that left me in awe, he raised his hands as a sign of surrender and slowly his body transformed into a bearded man in his thirties.

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"I mean you no harm!" he said, shouting in the hubbub of the breaking wind.

"Follow me!"

We did, maybe he knew a way out of the blizzard. So we walked for two hours, my vigor waning in sight.

Finally, the man led us to a village, entering it, the blizzard gone, there must have been a druidic barrier as in my village in Mancrisse.

"Be well come to Cilucide! When I saw you in the storm, I had to help."

"Are you an Orc?"

"This is not the case, we are all shapeshifters and the orc is the most powerful of our transformations."

Then he led us into a precarious hut. However, upon entering, the space was totally different, large and wide, there was a kitchen, guest room, and to my surprise a very complete alchemy workshop.

When I remembered the winners of the alchemical competition, they came from this place. Is this the famous village?

"Are you alchemists?" asked the man who had invited us.

«Indeed, my name is Evo and this is Ratvert»

"All right, nice to meet you, I'm Oclageor"

He introduced us to our respective beds and left to prepare food.

We can trust him?" Ratvert whispered.

"We can, I've already heard about their village, they are alchemists."

Maybe they could help me progress? It was a perfect opportunity.

Oclageor invited us to eat with him.

"I have a request for you," I said.

Can I stay for a while to improve my chemistry skills?

"I have to talk to the Sages, the decision is up to them, for my part I am happy to accept, we have only a few isolated visitors, it is the market caravans that come every day to us."

"I'll talk about it tomorrow morning," he continued.

Ratvert was relieved of his answer, the sunscreen potion was within our reach by staying here. I intended to teach him to produce it.

"Have you ever heard of a sunscreen potion?"

"Never," Oclageor replied, stuffing a vegetable in his mouth.

On the other hand, we create five new potions every year since all the inhabitants are alchemists of matrical scientific level, it is easy».

"I'm going to give you a grimoire about my personal and common research on potions, everyone has one in his home"

"And what branch of alchemy are you studying?"

«Evolutionary potions, they allow to sustainably increase a capacity or attribute»

I had in my purse two red pills I had stolen from the abandoned tower, I could analyze them, maybe they're evolutionary capsules.

He gave me his book and I went to rest to study it. The grimoire was rich and had an element I had only heard of: a periodic table of elements. This grimoire must have been priceless and could cost 100,000 pieces of gold, so I hurried despite the fatigue of memorizing as many items and their nomenclature. After half an hour, I felt my brain struggling to do new tasks. By the way, I won a level, so I spent 5 points in intelligences the amount at 32. Things became clearer as it increased, especially as my mana had increased even more.

I went through the book with a new vitality and understood some axioms.

I went to bed then, ready to train myself to create potions, at least if the Sages accept.