A look at the mixture showed him an extremely slightly reddish color, which indicated a success, but it seemed as if he had forgotten something during the brewing process. Maybe it was also because of the utensils he used.
Still, the system rewarded him with two new skills in alchemy, which opened a new tab in his list of skills. He didn't even have to enter it himself, because the system sorted it in directly. The first skill related to making healing potions. Whereby the effect of the skill improved the effectiveness slightly with increasing level.
The second skill, on the other hand, focused specifically on the manufacturing process of the potions in which it slightly supports the mixing process as the level increases!
When he read it carefully, he first assumed that the telekinesis and mana hands alone were intended to handle dangerous ingredients. However, other uses appeared to be intended for it. But the subject was only touched on in the book. Perhaps the techniques were practiced in the higher realm?
So it was because of the clay pots. Well, he had nothing better to do, even if the book advised against the use of alternative vessels to glass. Still, he still had to consider the consequences. Which is why he put some of the rarer materials back instead of experimenting with them. Otherwise it would have been a waste.
The healing potions described by the system as inferior were filled into small clay vials and sealed with cork. A little blood in the mixture of the vials made them a slightly reddish color, which made him mark the potions.
Still, it filled him with pride when he considered the potion as [inferior: healing potion. Useful for small wounds.] Identified. Unfortunately, he still couldn't quite figure out how the identification skill worked. Sometimes she gave him more, sometimes less information.
Then he started an attempt to brew a mana potion with a new, fresh kettle. Ironically, the mixture had been a bigger success, as it turned a normal blue color and was not identified as a light mana potion, but rather the better version.
[Light mana potion: regenerates a moderate amount of mana.]
The differences between the two were serious enough to reconsider the choice of building materials used. Such a large variation in results could not have been imagined.
From both of them he obtained about 7 small vials, which he put directly in his warehouse. First he wanted to test the mixtures on creatures similar to rats. He was brave, but never reckless! Well, most of the time he didn't think he was being reckless.
The Alchemy Book also noted that the practice of alchemy did not become widespread, not least because alchemists tended to hoard their knowledge. Which he could absolutely understand, because after all they lived on their knowledge! Especially since a magical talent or special tools, which were enormously expensive, were needed to make potions.
With the simpler ingredients, he repeated the brewing process for the inferior healing potions over and over again, always spitting out different results.
Somewhat frustrating, the quality of the potions seemed to vary between a total failure, an extremely light, and normal red. The failures could not only be recognized by identification, but had something of rotten eggs and tipped milk in their smell.
This also added healing potions to his range that apparently can cope with major injuries. Only after the sun went down did he interrupt the brewing process. Somewhat unnerved by not being able to verify the results qualitatively, he cleaned all tools twice.
His stomach complained to him with a strong growl. At least this time he could be sure that it wasn’t a beast seeking his flesh. Tired from the day, he didn't even drag himself into the kitchen, but just thoughtfully nibbled on a piece of dried meat while he drowned his tense muscles in a hot bath.
The resulting routine continued for a few days, reviving his interest in the hunt itself, which gave him better opportunities for an understanding of the area. In this particular case he was interested in seeing a pattern in the distribution along the blood pastures.
His first map did not seem to do justice to the growing mapped terrain for a long time. Instead, he added a new room to his home. This new room served him as a map room. There he collected the drawn maps with estimated distances until he was forced to transfer these maps onto a wall.
Finally he could finally see a pattern. The blood willows settled at a moderate distance from the plateau and no further away than a few kilometers, surrounding it like a minefield. The whole thing made the plateau itself feel uncomfortable. He must have felt uncomfortable again for a long time. Something in him seemed to rumble because of it. Like a sneaking hunch, because the whole thing smelled suspicious!
This book's true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.
They also began to circle the plateau further and further, whereby in a week they still had the feeling of being stuck in a quarter of the curve itself, which was only confirmed with the appearance of another waterfall. Was the plateau the source of the falls? If so, were they artificially created? They seemed to have reached something like the top of the curve, which housed another waterfall. Should they flow in a cross from a round plateau? Where did all the water come from? But above all, what was still on the plateau itself?
In an attempt to expand their expeditions, he was forced to blow up another of the blood willows, again experiencing a smaller, but still immediate, level increase, both of them leveling three times.
In order to feel safe again in his home, he only had two options, which were limited to moving, whereby she would have to leave several times or leave things behind and lose their natural defense barrier.
The other option was to find out what was on the plateau. The dungeon adventure was still floating around in his head. Even if he knew it was a state of emergency, it made a lasting impression on him. The memories alone gave him goosebumps. Still, he wasn't ready to give up his new home so early. Basically there was never an option! After all, he had been wondering what was to be found on the plateau for a long time.
Ultimately, he wanted to grow first, to create more opportunities for a fight, before he embarked on a new adventure with an unusual outcome.
This time, however, he thought of preparing a little before he embarked on this new adventure and turned back to alchemy. Knowing that it was a waste to work with the better resources and the possibility of failure was given, he still preferred to be wasteful rather than death, because the tomb was known to have no shelves.
In fact, this time he was willing to experiment a little with the procedures, even if it resulted in a slight loss. A single win could probably produce miracles that 10 of the light healing potions would not even have been able to do.
However, he lacked the tools to test some of his theses and theories! Well, basically he could mostly make what he needed. If any backwoodsman in the US could make whiskey, then surely he could create a rudimentary form of still.
He'd also sat down every couple of evenings and devoted the language to creating patterns. It was a necessary evil to deal with if he was to create his own. For the extended work in alchemy, he began to make use of everything that was currently available to him.
His first real pattern of his own might be strange to some, but its uses were arguably innumerable! In its base it served a single purpose, namely to collect mana in a specific area. Thus it was nothing more than a mana collecting circle that could specifically increase the concentration in one place, whereby the mana density was slightly reduced, but not in a noticeably bad condition.
It would be able to amplify arrays operated by environmental mana or, as in its case, possibly be able to expose water to a higher concentration over a longer period of time.
It couldn’t match the concentration in a dungeon, but it was all a start! In addition, he experimented with various materials that could be used to build the still. Metal was still terribly scarce and, after a few hours of very finely sculpting it with telekinesis, the clay was still unsuitable for distillation. However, the surprise came from some of the beasts' bones, which he was still picking up.
The bones of some of the beasts were particularly tough, smooth on the inside, almost glassy and hollow. With a clay pot, which had a lid that ended in a bottle neck and was open to the bone end, the haze could collect.
A much smaller clay vessel served as a collecting container and was attached to the lower end. The whole still exuded an uncomfortably primitive aura! The cauldron possessed more than an enchantment! The floor was provided with the heat runner. The interior had its new enchantment of the mana gathering circle and the outer shell had the runes for durability.
It took a few weeks to make, however, because not all enchantments were effective immediately, and the creation of the mana collection circle was based on trial and error. Again and again he was forced to start over. Nor would he begin the expedition until he felt he had done everything in his power to prepare.
After all, he was still human somewhere and just like everyone else he made mistakes in his work, which if not, would have been questionable, because only from mistakes do you gain experience and learn. Nothing worth accomplishing could ever be accomplished right off the bat. He only wanted to get back to work when the tools were ready. Although he did not have the best processing tools at his disposal, he still wanted to maximize the use of the resources.
In addition, it still revealed itself to be a small success! Ultimately, however, an expensive success, because it took a large amount of the inferior healing potion to distill only a few vials from it. At first he tried a very small amount to check the function of the still, but was soon rewarded with a slightly red drop of healing potion. This drop identified itself as a light healing potion. This enabled him to distill the inferior potions into light ones.
This finally led him to distill 20 light healing potions from the almost 100 ampoules of inferior healing potions. Well, healing potions could not simply be taken endlessly, because like everything they also had side effects which, according to reading, consisted in the fact that the body built up a short-term tolerance during the development of the effects of the potion, which made an endless intake impossible.
Every now and then he glanced outside at the window in the side of his laboratory to check the position of the sun. The days were already starting to get shorter, so he assumed that autumn was approaching this zone. Sometime in the beginning of summer? Or was it the beginning of spring he awoke in this new world.
But just as he was about to start some experiments, Leica walked into his laboratory. She gave him a stern look.
Magna: “Yes, it's okay. I was about to break up for today anyway. Don't look at me like that. Before we go, this has to be finished so that I can start the experiments. "
Magna: " Yes, I know, I know. I'm coming on. ”
The clay vials disappeared into his attic and shortly afterwards trotted along behind her. Lately he had really skipped the hunt together too often and instead occupied himself with theory and practice, although he had to be afraid of not ending up in a dungeon like the strange magician.
He was finally able to relax his posture while taking a relaxing bath outside in the forecourt, nibbling on dried meat. Leica was even lying next to the open-air pool, relaxed nibbling on the leg of a monster corpse. That night he could not watch the stars or the moons, only the black clouds that towered up. The clouds probably soon brought with them a rainy season.
After all, it had rained a few times in the past few days, and although he was constantly in his laboratory, Leica couldn't really get rid of the smell of a wet dog. Especially after she shook herself in the forecourt during one of his breaks and gave him an involuntary shower. It was moments like this when he could swear he saw the wolf grin.
That night he barely managed to fall into his bed, tired that over a certain period of time he collected more and more furs from killed monsters until it looked like a bed of blankets. He still lacked feathers, as well as fabric for a down comforter, but the furs also served their purpose. Even for his evening program he had been too tired from all the work, so he just fell asleep with a grin of anticipation of his experiments, because the next day should be that time. His laboratory was finally upgraded and ready for use.