8: Alchemical items, universal potion recipes

It was the dead of night.

Ron’s sleepiness vanished, and he quickly checked the system information.

"An Alchemist?"

Ron’s eyes widened, somewhat disbelieving.

An Alchemist, like a Potion Master, was one of the subsidiary professions of a Mage.

Potion Masters excelled at making magic potions, while Alchemists specialized in creating Alchemy items.

For example, the statue of the Goddess of Creation placed in the Kura City church was a medium-sized Alchemy item.

It could keep the church staff energetic and calm, and even slightly increase their cultivation effectiveness.

"This Alchemist actually left behind a low-tier, harmless Alchemy item?"

Ron was even more astonished when he saw the second piece of information.

It was important to know that not all Alchemy items could be used casually.

Many sinister Alchemy items required a price to be paid, more or less, when used.

Some required money, some required luck, and some even required life force.

And high-tier, bizarre Alchemy items, even if no one paid a price to use them, could operate autonomously just by being there, affecting the people in the surrounding area.

In folk tales, many horror stories revolved around such evil Alchemy items.

The Alchemy item left behind by this Alchemist named Harrington, though only low-tier, was a very rare, harmless Alchemy tool.

This meant that even ordinary people could touch or use it.

"Thank you, Master Harrington, you truly are a good person."

Ron silently thanked him, thinking that after he returned tomorrow, this Alchemy item would be his.

Immediately after, Ron looked at the third, fourth, and fifth pieces of information below.

Then, his scalp instantly tingled.

"Exploded and died? Holy crap, rumors kill!"

Ron broke out in a cold sweat, a wave of lingering fear washing over him.

Previously, rumors circulated that the essence fruit could be consumed directly.

This claim was widespread, so Ron believed it without a second thought.

At noon, if he hadn't yet obtained the Breathing Technique, he might have even considered consuming it on the spot.

"It’s a good thing I didn’t eat it, otherwise…"

Ron exhaled a breath of stale air, secretly feeling fortunate.

However, when he saw the [Click to Expand] at the end of the fourth piece of information, he couldn't help but be surprised.

"It has this function too?"

Ron had activated the system for about ten days, and this was the first time he had seen such expandable information.

So, he tentatively tapped it with his Mental Energy in his mind.

The next second, a sub-panel appeared.

[Mand Empire Universal Nutritive Potion]

[Preparation Method: Add auxiliary medicines, simmer over low heat for half an hour.]

[Auxiliary Ingredients: 100g purified water, 10g honey, 5 mint leaves, 30g mammalian blood, 10g dried bone powder...]

[Final Product: Light yellow viscous liquid]

[Dosage: Before each Breathing Technique practice, take 1g of high-concentration nutritive paste, add to hot water at a 1:100 ratio, stir well, and consume.]

"Information can be used this way?"

Ron was stunned, feeling a flash of inspiration in his mind, as if he was about to grasp something.

But then, the inspiration disappeared.

"Perhaps, later, I need to calm down and thoroughly study this information…"

Ron pondered, but since the inspiration was gone, he didn't force it.

So, he continued to look down, reading the remaining five pieces of information.

"Barto’s condition worsened? Good, good, good, you old beast, hurry up and die for me."

"Doctor Litton, the family doctor? This identity seems very important…"

"Poke, the butler? The guy who cuckolded Barto? Then the previous idea might be…"

"Mirar, you disgusting slut, I'll kill you and Barto together sooner or later."

"Wait, Thieves' Guild? A small place like Hibo Town actually has people from the Thieves' Guild lurking around?"

Ron’s mind was filled with countless thoughts, and after he had sorted through all the information and confirmed there were no omissions, he closed his eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Inside Barto’s bedroom.

"Poke, you damned scoundrel, still haven't found my money pouch?"

Barto lay in bed, sweating from his forehead, his face flushed.

He was running a low fever and felt dizzy, but he still cursed with full vigor.

Poke, the butler, couldn't help but show a bitter expression.

"I apologize, Master, I have already sent more people; I believe we will definitely find your money pouch."

In reality, he was cursing wildly in his heart.

The Barto Family was a well-known wealthy family in Hibo Town.

They could easily produce dozens of gold coins with a flick of a finger.

However, Barto, that miser, was still fixated on that money pouch.

It had been missing for a whole day, and that farmland had long been turned upside down.

The serfs who went out that day had also been thoroughly checked, and there was no trace of the money pouch.

If nothing unexpected happened, the money pouch would not be found.

But if he really reported this to Barto, it would surely invite a scolding.

So, Poke could only bite the bullet and continue to appease Barto.

"What about the person who set the beast traps? Haven't they been found either?"

Barto asked indignantly, and Poke’s eye twitched, bowing even lower.

"Uh… reporting, Master, none of the nearby farmers admitted to doing it."

Barto immediately flew into a rage, cursing viciously.

"Useless! You can't even handle such a small matter, what good are you to me!"

"You are wasting the Barto Family’s money, get out of here right now!"

Upon hearing this, Poke felt as if he had been granted a great pardon and quickly backed out.

At this moment, Doctor Litton, who had been silently checking Poke’s wound healing, frowned deeply.

"Doctor Litton, what’s wrong?"

Seeing his expression, Barto couldn't help but ask nervously.

"Mr. Barto, with all due respect, your current condition is very poor."

"You need to go to Kura City immediately to find a more professional senior doctor for treatment."

Litton said seriously; he had just unwrapped the bandage to check.

He found that Barto’s wound had become red and swollen, expanding by a full circle.

Moreover, there were signs of pus at the wound, and a careful sniff even revealed a foul odor.

This situation clearly indicated inflammation and infection, with the filth having penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

There was absolutely no room for wishful thinking; a professional doctor must be sought for treatment.

"Ah? Is my condition very serious?"

Barto also became a little nervous; although he was despicable and shameless, he valued his life, so he quickly asked.

"Then who should I go to? Dr. Gavin? How much will his consultation fee be?"

Litton raised an eyebrow; at a time like this, he was still asking about the consultation fee first?

Nevertheless, Litton replied, "Dr. Gavin’s consultation fee starts at one gold coin."

"How much? One gold coin?"