Chapter 35 Medicines must not go to waste

After pretty much agreeing on a new deal, the old mage went on with his work, while Jace was already envisioning his future.

Logically, Marin should not have let him do something too dangerous, knowing that he was an ordinary man who could not do spells and had no particularly outstanding fighting abilities.

Outrageous tasks such as infiltrating orc camps and capturing black dragon cubs, for example, should still be left to other mages, apprentice mages, or mercenaries.

He, on the other hand, would at most be delivering a letter, bringing something or something like that, otherwise Marin wouldn’t have given only 10 silver coins a month.

By noon, when he was supposed to be making a potion right away, Jace’s curiosity took him out to see the stables.

Outside the western city gates, the stables of the Sorcerer’s Sanctuary leaned against the city wall, and from here the view to the north, across the stables was able to see the sea beyond the cliff heads.

At this moment there were some mage-like young men who were gathering under the wizard’s tower on the cliff head, and the sound of talking and laughing could be faintly heard from a long distance away.

The horses in the stables looked quite healthy and beautiful, mostly chestnut and black, with a few fancy horses, one bred with bright coats, broad chests, and taut muscles protruding outward from their legs.

How can I put it, the Mage District is just rich, even the horses they raise have an air of affluence about them.

Jace remembered making a special trip to the horse farm there when he went to the East Valley, and while the farm was much larger than here, the horses there always felt like they were raised a little more wilted than over here.

The East Valley Lumberyard was where the knights of Stormwind City were supplied with warhorses, and it was only logical that the horses there should be stronger and more disciplined than the ones on the Sorcerer’s Sanctuary side.

Jace guessed it was because the war had just passed and many of the able-bodied warhorses had died on the battlefield or had been injured and could no longer be left behind, so many of the ones that were left were lesser packhorses.

A few horses unfamiliar with his scent snorted slightly uneasily as they approached, quite energetically.

I don’t know when I can have a horse of my own, to keep a horse not only need to have the money to buy a horse, but also need to have enough stable income to support the subsequent maintenance of food and a series of other costs, buy a house also need to have a stable, the more I think about it, the more I feel a headache.

In short 10 silver a month is a no brainer.

But the horse didn’t smell so good when he thought of Grid, who had once ridden a griffin.

Then again, when you think of the top characters who used to ride kodos, dinosaurs, guardian heads, hatchlings, and phoenixes in the game, this horse is nothing!

Jace returned to the alchemy room with a bereft look on his face, opened the package he had brought with him, and looked inside at what little he had fought so hard to salvage, and felt the fallout all over the place.

Sitting in his chair for a moment, he fumed, feeling that he’d been feeling upset too often lately because he didn’t have Goldfinger.

Probably because he had suffered a bit too much lately and had seen too many people stronger than himself, he was a bit unbalanced mentally.

But always, he still has a different advantage, the foreknowledge of the future …… this only advantage, must be utilized in order to be good.

Thinking that way gave me renewed vigor.

He got the crucible ready, the clear spring water poured in, and a little of the grave moss sprinkled into the water, and the sickening, strange odor reminded him again of the misery in the crypt.

The small bag containing the crushed up evil claws was taken out, poured into the boss’s mason jar and started mashing while the water was boiling.

After all, the steps for making the recipe said that the more crushed the Evil Claw was, the better, so he was going to spend the entire boiling process all pounding this, and the Evil Claw was the last step to put in anyway.

It didn’t take long, glancing at the water it had begun to roll and the color of the water turned lavender, though he didn’t know why the green cemetery moss turned purple after a while of boiling, the recipe was right anyway.

A strange fishy smell came up, very different from the smell inside the tomb, which …… he seemed to have smelled from somewhere.

Right, it’s in the basement of the slaughtered lamb, it’s the right flavor of Shadow Energy, this purple, is it also the purple of Shadow Energy?

He took the mixing spoon and began to stir it up lightly, while looking at his pocket watch to calculate the time, and after 20 minutes, when the water became deeper, he poured in the powdered royal blood grass.

Royal Blood Grass Grinding Powder can be so much easier than Evil Claw, the grass air-dried itself and crumbled beyond recognition once it was crushed.

After the cease-fire, I could see that the hot liquid inside the crucible was already somewhat transparent.

It seemed to go smoother than it wanted to, and Jess even found a little bit of what it was like to follow a food guide in a short video, and it was a strange feeling of exhilaration to see that every step of what he was making fit.

Taking advantage of the gradual stabilization of the potion, he went outside the alchemy room door to catch a breeze.

At this time is already covered with sweat stains, shirt has also been soaked, the whole person seems to have just jumped out of the water as if, passers-by are secretly squinting over.

At this time he for their own what dress ah and so on has been completely do not care, in front of these soy sauce mage in the future are some small roles, wait for me to make the shadow protection potion, wait for me to learn warlock magic ……

Hasn t it been a little long …… He turned around and went back to the alchemy room, where the potion was now translucent, and hurriedly refired the fire and boiled it.

For the final step, add the powdered Evil Claw.

The slightly revolting smell from before had almost disappeared, and the potion gave off a not-so-disgusting fishy smell, and after turning the fire off, the potion was pretty much as described in the recipe, though it was still steaming.

Sip a little with a mixing spoon, it’s a little sour, so it should be done.

Jess filled seven bottles at once with the lead bottles he had bought earlier, and only when the last drop had been poured out did he seal them one by one and put them in the bag.

He could not wait for the next day, and in the evening brought a bottle to the door of the slaughtered lamb.

The barbarian-like bartender, Zare Mor, was still standing there, and the tavern still had a dead look about it.

Jace drank the bottle he had brought with him in one gulp, probably because he drank it so fast that the sourness that slammed into his neck killed all the way into his stomach, and it took him a moment of slowing down by holding onto the wall to ease the violent dizziness that came with the potion.

At the very least, it matched what the recipe said, and he guessed that the first time he made medicine, what he made should be okay. Luckily it was a simplified recipe of sorts, suitable for alchemy novices.

So that no one inside would realize he was carrying the drug, he hid the vial in a flower bed at the bottom of the tavern’s steps before entering the door to the bartender.

“Here I go again, Mr. Moore.”

Zare squinted over his shoulder and asked as he wiped the table, “What’s to drink? Honey wine, ale, dwarven wine, dark wine.”

“You don’t remember me?”

“Ah …… you’re the one.” Zare couldn’t help but let out a chuckle and said, “The kid that passed out at my bar, Jace wasn’t it, I remembered you and I gave you an extra silver coin.”

“I passed out on you?” Jace thought back to that day and seemed to remember nothing indeed from the basement to the garden outside the door.

Zare said, “I got two men to throw you out, don’t blame me, after all, you’re interfering with my business by lying here.”

This is considered business? Jace muttered inwardly.

“It’s just, you’ve come at a bad time today.” Zare-Mor said, “They’ve gone back.”

Jess couldn’t believe her ears, “What? Your guys aren’t in the basement?”

Zare frowned and said, “Keep your voice down.”

“Sorry.” Jace said as he approached the bar, “I really need two silver coins urgently.”

“Then there’s nothing I can do about it.” Zare said, “It’s not like they don’t live in my basement, so of course they’re going to go their separate ways at night.”

Jace whispered, “Tell me where they live, that Mr. Erland, and Ms. Sulenna, anyone’s who’s willing to try spells on me, no I can take less money.”

Zare shook his head helplessly and said, “Erland lives over on a farm outside of Shining Gold, and Sulunna …… is in the old town, are you sure you want to go?”

Feeling as if there was something in it, Jace immediately said, “Tell me Ms. Sulenna’s address, I can’t go to Shining Gold tonight.”

“Might be a bit nosy, but I’m warning you.” Zare pulled out a note and wrote as he did so, “Sulenna is not a woman for the likes of you to get close to, if she’s willing to give you money to test the spell, take the money and leave, don’t be nosy.”

Jace grabbed the note and stormed out the front door of the tavern, straight out of the mage area, where was he in the mood to think about such things now?