The Primordial Wizard

No problem, I guess one or two gentalers can be obtained, and it will take about two weeks to get it. You don't need to pay, daddy, I have money.

Romon waved his hand seemingly indifferently, and a trace of flesh pain flashed across his face.

The whooping willow is very common in the northern part of the city-state near the Laer Mountains, but very few people need the tubers of that thing. It's hard to wrap and useless, and the general demon hunting team just walk around it.

As Ace expected, Romon readily agreed to take over the job of inquiring about and buying the crown tubers of the Whomping Willow tree.

He still has a lot of money left to sell his full body armor, and Ace is not too hypocritical, after all, he is his father. After he compiled the dictionary and won citizenship rights, he took the whole family to move to the first block and let Romon live the life of a citizen family again.

In the tavern that Romon often goes to. The tavern itself had no name, and the proprietor was Connie, a skinny old man.

When old Connie fought with monsters when he was young, his leg was bitten off and he was fitted with a wooden prosthetic leg. Because he often suffered from rainy days and had to drink frequently, he was in pain. Encouraged by his comrades, he simply opened a tavern.

Brother Connie, I'm here to toast you. Romon sat on the bar counter, took a bottle of wine, and poured a glass for old Connie.

When did you, Romon, invite me to drink, and what heirloom do you want to sell? Connie took the wine and said loudly.

Keep it down, keep it down. Brother, I'm ashamed to say it, but I want a tuber from the crown of the Whomping Willow.

What's so good about that thing? Whomping Willow is a troublesome thing. A whole tuber is not cheap.

Brother, I told you, you can't laugh at me.

Connie's face was full of curiosity. With his big mouth, he probably couldn't keep any secrets.

Say it quickly, brother, I'm notorious for being strict with my mouth.

I heard that the tubers of the Whomping Willow are particularly helpful in that regard.

Which aspect?

That's it!

I see, no problem, no problem, family harmony comes first. It's just that the price is not cheap, you are ready for Jintale.

Then it's troublesome, brother.

Romon and Connie chatted nonsense for a while, and left the tavern unsteadily.

Brother, what are you talking about with Romon? Seeing that Romon had left, several veterans stepped forward to inquire.

Can't say, can't say.

Brother, let's drink and drink.

After a few glasses of wine.

You guys can't spread the word. Romon is not good at that. I heard that Whomping Willow tubers are useful. I want to get a taste.

This thing is troublesome to make, it must not be cheap!

It's only if it's not cheap, so it might be really useful, or let's do it on time, and we can try it later, hehe...

A few days later, word spread in the tavern that the whooping-willow tuber was good for family harmony. Romon ignored the strange eyes of others. He had already thought about it. The formula of the potion prepared by his son must be kept secret. It is still necessary to make some smoke to confuse others.

Two weeks later, Ace received a large piece of Whomping Willow crown tuber, which was stored in a dry and dark place.

He has not been idle during this time. Through reading related books, he learned the formula of some soothing medicines, went to the market to buy a lot of medicines for calming the nerves and refreshing the brain, caught a lot of little mice, tied them all up, and was ready to start experiments.

According to the properties of the medicine, he combined ten different formulas, cut the tubers into small pieces, and ground the crystals taken out from killing the panic crow into powder, mixed them together in a ratio of three to one, and boiled them into a paste with different auxiliary materials , four are green and the others are black.

Ace force-fed the mush to the captured mice. Three of them died instantly, and the others didn't survive half an hour after eating the black mush.

The four little mice who ate green paste did not die for the time being. Ace tied them up and hung them on the beams with long ropes.

Stay and see the effect.

The work in the library was over, and he was paid ten silver thalers and a decapitation. Now, apart from going to Mr. Peter to compile a dictionary during the day, I come back to do experiments at night. The little mice all had fevers of varying degrees, and none of them survived in the end.

Ace used parchment paper to record the experiment in detail. According to the analysis of the existing experimental data, the blackened formula was a wrong formula and could be recorded and used as a poison.

The green formula should be useful. Specifically, whether the proportion of the formula needs to be adjusted or the dosage should be reduced needs to be tested again.

After that, dead rats often appeared in Ace's room. Every morning, he carefully carried the dead rats out to burn and bury them. Neighbors in the eighth block began to spread the legend that the Romon family liked to eat rats.

Finally, Ace formulated the emerald green jelly potion. After eating the little mouse, although it had a slight fever, it did not die.

He conducted group tests, testing the same content on mice that had been given the potion and those that hadn't.

It was found that the mice that took the potion were more responsive, had a stronger memory, and were smarter. Then several experiments were conducted to ensure that the effect of the potion was stable, and Ace decided to take it himself.

He first took a sip of the dose of the mouse, and after confirming that there was no effect, he insisted on taking the dose of the mouse three times a day. After more than half a month, Ace felt that his memory, reaction speed, and associative ability had improved rapidly.

The most direct manifestation is that the dictionary compilation work is progressing rapidly, and in half a month, the part of common vocabulary will be completed.

Autumn is crisp and the hottest season is over. Every Sunday is a day of rest, also called God King Day, which is said to be the seventh day after the formation of the world, the birthday of God King Knoans.

Ace didn't go anywhere today, and took a leisurely nap at home. After waking up in a daze, he skillfully took a sip of the emerald green potion.

After swallowing, Ace suddenly felt his body was extremely dry and hot, his headache was splitting, and his breathing was difficult. He struggled for a long time like drowning, and his eyes seemed to be dark.

Huh! Huh! After a long time, Ace, who had stopped struggling, suddenly gasped for breath, and finally he was able to breathe. He felt parched, and slowly got up from the bed, trying to pick up the clay cup to drink some water, but saw The pottery cup fluttered into the air.

Bang!

The pottery cup fell to the ground, and there was a gap in the mouth of the cup, and the water inside flowed out in a puddle.

Ace looked at everything in front of him in disbelief. He had long forgotten that his mouth was dry, and he concentrated on trying to make the clay cup fly. As Ace turned around, the corner of Ace's mouth almost reached the back of his head.

As the clay cups danced in the room, small utensils flew up wherever they went, as if they were playing a cheerful serenade.

Wow!

The object that was flying happily fell suddenly, and the cheerful serenade stopped abruptly, smashing to the ground. Ace rolled around on the bed with his head in his arms. He felt a splitting headache, as if someone was hitting his head hard with a heavy hammer.

After a long time, it was already dark outside, and Ace was relieved. Marina came in at this time. She was surprised to see the broken ground, and didn't understand what happened to her precocious and stable son. Is it wronged? Don't hold it in your heart, tell mom.

Marina broke across the ground, hugged her son who was holding his head, and held her in her arms with distress.

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