Old Jack's potion refining was originally planned to start this week, but due to Jenkins' various accidents, the two didn't start formal preparations until Sunday night.
Prior to this, Jenkins made another bottle of [Witch's Kiss] and gave it to Old Jack for tasting. The latter thought that the quality of this bottle of [Witch's Kiss] was acceptable, but it was far from excellent.
But considering that Jenkins learned to configure potions without guidance, such results are already amazing.
The precious plant that old Jack got was called [Salinock Grass] in this era. But it was more like an ordinary flower than drafting.
Old Jack told Jenkins to be careful, and threw a small rock into the pot. Before the stone touched the flower, the petals suddenly opened wide like a mouth, and then the branches slightly adjusted the angle, and the petals swallowed the stone. After the creaking and chewing sound, everything returned to normal.
"Are you sure it's a plant, not an animal?"
"Of course, it is clearly written in the book that this is indeed a plant."
Behind the Salinock grass, there is a long-standing legend. It was about a pair of young lovers, Sally and Nock, and Jack Sr. told Jenkins about it while clearing the table.
Just like most love stories, Sally and Nock also had misunderstandings due to various reasons and then died. According to legend, this plant is the resentment of the crushed lovers.
"Why is there such a love story? Isn't it unreasonable?"
"This is a warning to young men and women to cherish their emotions and look for lovers for the purpose of marriage. The social atmosphere when I was young was not what it is now, huh! Young people now~"
A pot full of ** and at least 14 pounds (approximately 6.35kg) of solid materials, after three hours of production, the final potion refined has only a shallow bottom of the bottle. Jenkins guessed that those potions with dazzling golden colors would not exceed ten drops in total.
They themselves radiate light, and the brilliant color is unsurprisingly reminiscent of gold. If you tilt the glass bottle to let the hair slide, it will disperse into golden balls and roll, which is very attractive.
This potion is called [Song of the Giver], and only the giver can take it. The effect is very simple, after taking one drop, it will definitely be able to evolve one of its own abilities. However, the direction and content of evolution are completely unknown, so it is also very risky.
But even this is amazing enough. The evolution of abilities can usually lead users to better understand the world, and changing abilities through external induction is something Jenkins has never heard of.
The Song of the Bestower can be used by the same person multiple times, but it is not easy to use too many times in a week, this is its only limitation.
Although the site of the church was used for the production, the ownership of these coins still belonged to Old Jack, after all, all the materials and production were done by him. According to Old Jack's estimation, the amount they made this time should be able to separate 12 drops individually.
He plans to keep 3 drops for himself, sell 8 drops to the church, and use the remaining 1 drop as a reward for Jenkins' help.
"Is this really okay?"
Jenkins didn't feel that he had exerted a lot of force. Although the scene of the growing sapling was amazing, the most tiring thing he did tonight was just washing the glassware.
"Take it."
He had carefully separated out the drop and put it in a white container that looked like a little finger bone. After Jenkins took it, he realized that this thing seemed to be really a bone product.
"Pay attention to the shelf life of half a year, don't waste it."
He patted Jenkins on the shoulder impatiently, and then blasted him out. It is still time-consuming to separate the remaining solution more carefully.
Unexpectedly, Chocolate, who has always been interested in all kinds of food, has no response to [Song of the Blesser]. When Jenkins returned to the room, it seemed to be wrestling with the metal block, and it continued to slap it with its front paws in turn. Seeing something in Jenkins' hand, he came over and sniffed it, then turned his head and continued to raise his paw to pat his toy.
This is really new.
Jenkins wasn't going to use the drop himself, and he was quite happy with what he had. But the price of this thing should be high, and maybe the right opportunity can be found to sell.
After going to Loen again to manufacture the first batch of [Hemolytic Toxin], Jenkins was ready to rest. But tonight was not as peaceful as he expected, and he didn't know how long he had slept. A loud bang sounded from far away, shaking Jenkins awake.
"Chocolate run!"
He jumped down from bed at once, grabbed the little hair ball next to the pillow and ran away. But before he reached the door, his pace slowed down again. Looking back to the window, I realized that the ground wasn't shaking, it seemed to be a simple explosion.
"Meow~"
The sleepy-eyed cat twisted its body in Jenkins' arms, and its tail unconsciously slapped the front of the man's pajamas.
A few minutes later, Jenkins, who had changed his clothes, walked out of the room together with Chocolate, who was fully awake.
A lot of people had already gathered in the courtyard, and the nuns were calling the children back to their rooms to sleep. Jenkins greeted Bishop Parode, who buttoned the wrong button, and looked up into the sky. In the eastern sky, even the night cannot cover the billowing smoke.
"Which big factory's high-power steam furnace exploded?"
The original owner couldn't find such a scene in his memory, and Jenkins couldn't imagine how such an accident could happen with the productivity of this era.
"Go back, go back to sleep!"
Someone shouted behind him, it seemed to be some old priest. The crowd gradually dispersed, and Jenkins saw that no one paid attention to him, and no one wanted to talk about what happened, so he returned to the room with refreshed chocolates.
Once awakened, it is not easy to fall asleep again. The explosion in the distance happened at one o'clock in the morning. Jenkins lay on the bed with his eyes closed and counted the cats.
This time the sound was closer to church, as the water glasses on the bedside table shook from the vibration.
"It's not because of me this time."
He muttered softly, lying on his back, with his right arm stretched across his face, covering his eyes.
I don't plan to go out to check the situation, anyway, there won't be any results so soon. Moreover, even if the church's team is going to go out to perform tasks, it is absolutely impossible for Jenkins to be allowed to follow.