Chapter 004: Evil Spirit Dust, Dawn Potion

Seeing this, Gawain's uneasy mood completely relaxed, muttering: "It seems that the wizard ancestor of the previous life was named Elfreman*Clover, and he seemed to be a pharmacist among wizards. No wonder he was able to pass down the herbalist heritage."

He didn't rush to look through it, and took out the pottery jar.

Just a glance.

Smiling.

This pottery jar contains most of the silver deer, and even a few conspicuous gold dragons. Roughly estimated, it is worth at least a dozen gold dragons, which should be accumulated by old Holt bit by bit.

"I'm going to get rich now."

Gawain was happy and picked fifteen silver deer and put them in his arms for future use. He covered the mouth of the jar with his palm and silently said:

"Recharge!"

"Krypton gold point +1!"

"Krypton gold point +1!"

"Krypton gold point +1!"

......

The krypton gold panel appeared on the retina again, and a series of data passed from above. It stopped changing in just two breaths. Gawain took his palm away and saw that there was no silver deer in the pottery jar, but there were some silver and gold sands scattered at the bottom of the jar.

"Auntie, what is this?"

"Residue?"

Gawain was a little confused and suddenly thought of a possibility, but he couldn't verify it for the time being. If the guess was true, he would not only not lose money after recharging, but he might also have another way to make money.

He carefully collected the inconspicuous sand at the bottom of the jar, and then carefully opened the ancestor's notes, only to see a passage written solemnly on the title page:

"Praise the God of Knowledge, thank the gift of the mother of wizards!"

Gawain understood the origin of wizards and could barely understand the meaning of this sentence. He continued to turn it down and found that the beginning was somewhat similar to a diary, with intermittent words in the middle:

"In the 38th year of the wizard calendar, in the month of Xialong, it has been 35 years since I came to the Forgotten Tower. I, Alfred, am still just a high-level wizard apprentice. The road to becoming a formal wizard is still full of thorns and fog..."

"I... can't even see the way forward."

"I heard that Lord Benson was promoted to a second-ring wizard last year. It's really enviable. He is also favored by the light of wisdom. How great it would be if I had half of Lord Benson's talent..."

"In the Autumn Moon of the 38th year of the Wizarding Calendar, I failed to advance. I can't even find the reason for the failure..."

"In the Thunder Moon of the 39th year of the Wizarding Calendar, the damn God of Hunting, his followers are as disgusting as hyenas, I almost couldn't return to the Forgotten Tower."

"In the 40th year of the Wizarding Calendar, the refining of the medicine failed!"

"In the 42nd year of the Wizarding Calendar, the experimental subject died!"

"In the 45th year of the Wizarding Calendar, the refining of the medicine failed!"

"In the Spring Dawn Moon of the 75th year of the Wizarding Calendar, I spent a lot of money and finally bought two ways to become a formal wizard, one is a true spirit wizard, and the other is a blood wizard, but it seems a little late. I don't have enough magic stones to buy the potion for refining the Morning Light Potion. Moreover, I am 93 years old, too old!"

"Damn, why didn't I think of it before..."

"I can't become a formal wizard I'm a master now, it's time to give up. I don't know how my hometown is. I miss home. Is my dear Betty still alive? Is she married? Maybe, I think... it's time to go back. "

"In the Thunder Moon of the 76th year of the Wizarding Calendar, I finally left the astral world that I was fascinated and disgusted with, and returned to the Sheep Horn Town of my childhood, but everything has changed. Oh my God, who can tell me where Herf went?"

"Dear Betty has been dead for 30 years. I still remember her shy face. What did I miss? I got the news that Alder also died in the war. I have no relatives. This is really bad news. "

"Damn war!"

"I hate war!"

"I think... I should leave my own bloodline. Fortunately, I have refined some fertility potions in advance, hehe..."

"In the Spring Dawn Moon of the 77th year of the Wizarding Calendar, oh my god, I'm in love again."

"...Maybe...I'm really old."

"No, no, no, how can a noble wizard not have a surname? Clover sounds good, but not too good. Forget it, just call it Clover, otherwise the hounds of the goddess of life will come again..."

"In the Indulging Moon of the 92nd year of the Wizarding Calendar, I feel the breath of death, it is getting closer and closer to me, maybe...I should try to transform myself."

"No, I hate monsters!"

"I think this is my last note. It's time to leave some legacy for the children. Praise the God of Knowledge!"

Gawain was a little emotional. He didn't expect that the Clover Family had such an origin. It was inherited from a first-generation senior wizard apprentice who was over a hundred years old. It was really sad.

He continued to turn the pages and found that there were detailed records of various alchemy notes at the back.

From simple to complex, one after another

"Hemostatic soup!"

"Pain-relieving soup!"

"Fever-reducing soup!"

"Normal delivery soup!"

"Headache soup!"

Gawain read carefully and found that the first five were herbal soups commonly used by ordinary people. Some of them were tried by his original body, but the success rate was not high. The latter part was not very clear because it involved strange magic potions.

Some of the papers after that were torn off.

He roughly browsed through it and looked at the last part that recorded the wizard's training, which was also the most critical.

After pondering for a while.

Finally, he had a rough understanding of wizards.

According to the notes, if you want to become a wizard, you must have wizard talent and elemental affinity. Wizard talent is divided into first, second, and fifth grades from low to high, which determines the speed of meditation practice.

Elemental affinity determines the future direction of witchcraft.

The first step in practice is to take a [Dawn Potion] to fully awaken the mental power and achieve the goal of slightly influencing the material world.

In this way, the mental power can autonomously absorb the energy particles floating between heaven and earth and turn them into its own magic power, becoming a low-level wizard apprentice and learning some simple tricks.

Then, through practicing meditation, tempering mental power, growing into a medium-level wizard apprentice, and practicing zero-ring witchcraft.

"Dawn Potion!"

Gawain's eyes lit up, and he quickly flipped forward and quickly found the record of refining [Dawn Potion], which listed all kinds of materials needed and detailed refining steps.

"Dawn Potion: A supernatural potion that awakens the spiritual power of people with wizard talent. It is like a beam of light, lighting up your spiritual world and guiding you on the path of wizardry."

"Refining materials: Evil Spirit Dust, Morning Dew, Fresh Monkey Brain..."

Gawain carefully read it twice and found that except for the main medicine [Evil Spirit Dust], which he had never heard of, the others were not difficult to find. However, the refining process was extremely cumbersome. With his current level 1 herbalist skills, it would be difficult to succeed.

After all, this is a supernatural potion involving mystery.

"It seems that I have to upgrade my herbalist level first."

"It's a pity that the legacy of my ancestors is gone. Only this alchemy notebook is left. Even the magic tricks only record the simplest one [Illumination]. I think the crystal ball that records the meditation method is either lost or was destroyed by my ancestors. It is also possible that someone embarked on the path of wizards before me, tore off the potion records at the back, and took away the legacy of my ancestors."

"What a pity."

Gawain felt a little regretful, and quickly closed the notebook and focused his attention on the krypton gold panel.

[Name]: Gawain * Clover

[Constitution]: 0.7

[Spirit]: 1.2

[Skills]: Herbalist lv1 (23%) +; Archery lv1 (7%) +

[Status]: Healthy

[Krypton Gold Points]: 19.02

......

Compared with the previous ones, the only two skills have a "+" after them, which obviously means that krypton gold points can be consumed to upgrade the skill level.

Gawain rubbed his chin and thought for a while, and decided to upgrade the level of herbalist first, because this was related to refining the most important Dawn Potion and his future business of making money.

Archery seemed to be of little use for the time being, so he could wait for a while.

"Upgrade!"

Gawain used his mind to lightly tap the "+" behind the herbalist, and the light screen on the panel began to shake violently.

"Krypton Gold Points -2!"

At the same time, Gawain was in a trance and suddenly came to a strange space.

Here, the herbs were complete and the equipment was neat. Like a puppet, he began to refine various decoctions continuously and uninterruptedly, regardless of consumption, success or failure, over and over again.

In a blink of an eye, it was thousands of times.

After two breaths, Gawain woke up, and the scenes of refining medicines thousands of times lingered in his mind, as if he had experienced it personally. He knew all the techniques and tricks of refining decoctions, and even had some of the skills of Old Hott in his memory.

It was also the first time that he realized how crude the herbalist skills he had mastered before were.

"It's really amazing!"

Gawain shook his head and looked at the krypton gold panel.

[Skills]: Herbalist lv2 (0%) +

"It's upgraded!"

Gawain grinned: "Deep Blue, keep upgrading for me!"