The lecture had just begun, and it had already cost Allen 5 Mary's, a four-hour course load. Moreover, the content wasn't even related to alchemy. Was it because it involved sacrifices and ritual implements? Allen wondered.
"Allen? What's wrong?" The sorceress was genuinely worried now. Allen had never been distracted during her lectures before. His current state of distraction was alarmingly similar to those who had been bewitched by evil gods.
Allen quickly came back to his senses, thinking the sorceress was angry. He was about to apologize when he saw the deep concern etched on Vera's delicate, fair face, her eyebrows knitted together. Feeling a warmth in his heart, Allen thought for a moment and said, "Ms. Vera, I'm fine. The ritual implements granted by the evil god are bone artifacts, right?"
Seeing the hesitation on the sorceress's face, Allen paused and then reassured her, "I understand your concern, Ms. Vera. Don't worry, the drowner whistle isn't from an evil god."
"Are you sure?" Vera was still skeptical. She knew Allen's level in alchemy very well.
The sorceress tapped her full, moist red lips with her forefinger, pondered for a few seconds, and said, "Then make one for me right here. An evil god's artifact can't be made without divine power. What materials do you need?"
"Right now?" Allen was taken aback and instinctively listed the materials for the drowner whistle. "I just need three drowner throat bones."
"Snap!" A snap of fingers. An orange-yellow portal unfolded in the alchemy room. Before Allen could react, Vera had already disappeared into the portal.
"Are we making a drowner whistle right now?" Allen muttered to himself. Damn it! I don't even know alchemy yet!
After being dumbfounded by the sorceress's swift actions for a few seconds, Allen quickly opened the Witcher's Notebook with his thoughts. He had to learn how to make a drowner whistle before the sorceress returned.
[Ding! Spend 7,001 small experience orbs to unlock the alchemy skill?]
Spend!
In an instant, a massive amount of knowledge flooded Allen's brain: beakers, crucibles, distillation pots… The use of countless alchemy instruments, the processing methods for countless ordinary herbs, magical materials, monster organs, their properties, magical substrates, etc., all poured into Allen's mind, causing his head to throb with pain.
Ms. Vera was conservative in her estimate. To get started with alchemy, it would take more than half a year. If truly learning it, three or four years might only scratch the surface. Just recognizing all the instruments and common materials would take half a year.
After about five minutes, Allen gradually absorbed all the newly acquired knowledge. Fortunately, the alchemy room didn't have any stored drowner throat bones. The apprentice Witcher was relieved as he wiped the blood from his nose.
In this state, if the sorceress saw him, Allen figured he couldn't clear his name of being an evil god's follower, even if he jumped into Killer Lake. After carefully wiping the blood off his face, Allen opened the blueprint for the drowner whistle hidden in the corner of his inventory.
[Name: Drowner Whistle]
[Type: Blueprint]
[Alchemy Requirement: Alchemy LV1]
[Formula: Drowner Throat Bone * 3]
[Function: Blowing the drowner whistle emits a sound that attracts drowners.]
[Note: Witcher + Drowner Whistle = ?]
"Yesterday I thought this was a useless item that could only be stashed away, but it turns out it's the first formula I'll be using."
Sighing, Allen activated the blueprint with his thoughts, and the process of making the drowner whistle appeared in his mind. Just then…
"Clang!" An orange portal opened in front of Allen. Vera had returned. No, it wasn't Vera who appeared first.
"Clatter—clatter—" Before Allen could see clearly, a torrent of pale bones poured out of the portal.
The apprentice Witcher stared in surprise. This wasn't a waterfall but a cascade of bones, all the drowner throat bones needed to make the drowner whistle.
A single throat bone was about half the size of a fist. To create such a spectacle, there must have been nearly a thousand bones. Even more astonishing, despite the sheer volume, there was no foul odor—only the familiar orange and cardamom scent filled the alchemy room.
Where did Vera find so many processed throat bones? Did she have a special storage for drowner throat bones? But only the brains and tongues of drowners were valuable in alchemy.
Allen had a suspicion but wasn't sure. "Thunk, thunk, thunk—" With all the bones settled, Vera's graceful figure emerged from the portal.
"Allen, is this enough throat bones?"
"More than enough!" Allen nodded repeatedly, his voice lowering subconsciously as he looked at the small mountain of bones, imagining the sorceress emotionlessly slaughtering drowners.
"Ms. Vera, did you get all these from a material storage?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Vera gave Allen a strange look. "Didn't Vesemir teach you that only the brains and tongues of drowners are useful?"
"Then where are these throat bones from?"
"I just got them now. Since you need them, I thought I'd prepare a bunch at once." Vera explained and then gestured for Allen to get ready to make the whistle.
Allen's mind went blank in shock. She really did kill nearly a thousand drowners in these few minutes? Where did she kill them? The nearest place was Killer Lake…
A multitude of questions flitted through Allen's mind before vanishing. After a moment, he snapped back to reality.
"Vesemir and Letho's reverence for Ms. Vera is justified. Killing nearly a thousand drowners just for materials..."
"Allen, what's wrong? Are you missing anything?" Allen quickly shook his head, avoiding the sorceress's gaze, and began making the drowner whistle.
Although the blueprint only required Alchemy LV1, the process was quite challenging. The cylindrical body had a ring-shaped hollow in the center, with an irregular bone sphere rotating inside, creating the sound that attracted drowners. Thus, the irregular bone sphere was a challenge. The shape and space of the hollow were also a challenge. Both appeared random but were meticulously crafted.
Therefore, it was difficult, requiring steady hands and extreme focus. It took Allen nearly three hours to complete one whistle. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Allen assembled the bone sphere and two halves of the cylinder, then turned to the long-silent Vera. He found the sorceress gazing at him intently, her clear dark-red eyes reflecting his image as if the calm surface of Killer Lake mirrored the green grass and trees on its banks.
"Is it done?" The sorceress asked, noticing his gaze. Allen nodded.
"Snap!" A snap of fingers. An orange portal opened. The sorceress stood up and looked at the stunned Allen.
"Let's go, Allen. We need to test it out."
"Where to?" Allen was confused.
"Of course, to the nearest place filled with drowners..."
...…
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46. The Drowner Transfiguration Spell.
47. Brewing Killer Whale.
48. Does This Potion Have a Name?
49. Verdant Sigh.
50. Ugh~
"Ugh…"
The Witcher apprentice leaned against a larch tree, clutching his stomach, dry-heaving uncontrollably. Initially, he had been excited about the portal journey. Before entering, he kept his eyes wide open, afraid to miss any magnificent sights. But once inside, the world turned upside down.
Vision, smell, touch, magic perception.
Each sense provided Allen with a spatial awareness, yet each sense's spatial feedback differed. Vision told him he was moving straight; smell felt like he was taking detours. The touch sensed wind direction, warning him he was upside down. This made the Witcher apprentice feel terribly sick, unable to focus on appreciating or observing the scenery inside the portal.
"Here."
The sorceress handed over a bottle of emerald green potion.
"Thank you."
Allen didn't think twice and drank it in one gulp. As soon as the potion went down his throat, the sensory confusion disappeared. Seeing the ornate bottle, Allen wisely refrained from asking about the potion's cost and thanked her again. The sorceress shook her head and said nothing.
After recovering from the discomfort, the Witcher apprentice looked around. The lake mirrored the sky and clouds, a gentle cold breeze blew, and green grass and trees surrounded them. This was Killer Lake. But there were no corpses scattered as he had imagined.
"I went to the other side earlier," Vera saw through the apprentice's thoughts, "there aren't many drowners left there. You can conduct your experiment here."
"Isn't it… isn't it a problem to kill so many drowners there?" Allen couldn't help but ask.
"I didn't kill the one-eyed giant, just a few drowners."
The sorceress's nonchalant reply made the Witcher apprentice gulp.
Just a few drowners?
That pile of bones must have come from at least a thousand drowners!
Is this the legendary Blood Red Fox?
Allen marveled internally, though his face remained expressionless. He took out the newly made drowner whistle and gently blew it.
"Croak—croak—"
Allen realized that the sound the whistle emitted was very similar to the drowner king's call. But yesterday, the drowner king didn't exhibit any ability to call for its companions.
Strange!
Putting the drowner whistle away, Allen stood quietly with the sorceress, waiting.
After about two minutes, the lake surface "stirred." The green mirror-like surface suddenly rippled, waves moving from far away towards Allen and Vera.
"Vera, those ripples are the drowners?" Allen pointed at the ripples.
Vera nodded, still watching. Allen scratched his head.
Having seen the drowner whistle's effect, shouldn't they leave now?
"Vera, should we…"
"Yesterday, these drowners nearly took your life?" Vera looked at Allen expressionlessly.
The Witcher apprentice paused and nodded.
At this moment, the once calm lake surface was now filled with crimson fins. Though there seemed to be fewer than yesterday, it was clearly still beyond what Allen could handle. But Vera remained unmoved; she seemed to be waiting for something.
"Could it be for me?"
Allen shook his head, dismissing this absurd thought, mocking himself.
"How narcissistic would I have to be to think that?"
The first drowner stepped onto the grassy shore. It was only twenty to thirty meters away from where Allen and Vera stood. If this were yesterday, escape would have been impossible. But Vera stood firm, apparently waiting for something.
"What is she planning?"
Allen wondered, face devoid of any expression. He drew Elsa as the drowners approached.
Vera slightly turned her beautiful eyes, a small smile forming at the corner of her mouth: "Watch closely, Allen, this is true alchemy!"
"Snap!"
A snap of her fingers.
A bottle of blood-red potion appeared in the sorceress's left hand. Ignoring the grotesque drowners closing in, Vera uncorked the crystal bottle, her soft lips parting slightly. Then she gently blew.
The red liquid vanished in an instant, a red mist enveloping Vera. From a distance, it looked like a fluffy red fox. But in a moment, the red mist floated towards Killer Lake.
Allen finally understood what the sorceress was waiting for. He also saw the edge of the approaching drowner swarm. The sorceress wanted to capture them all.
"Swish—swish—"
The sound of autumn wind sweeping through leaves echoed. As the blood mist touched the drowners, they fell one by one, losing their balance. Their blue bodies rapidly shrank. When they fell into the grass and water, they had transformed into thumb-sized blue leeches.
Allen watched in amazement, the sight deeply shocking him.
Was this Vera's transfiguration spell?
Vesemir had mentioned the sorceress's famous magic?
"Snap"
Another snap of her fingers. The thinning red mist returned, covering the "leeches" once more. The "leeches" writhed as if sprinkled with salt, their bodies shriveling rapidly.
After a few twitches, they all stopped moving. Then, the dried leeches, along with the now denser, even more vivid red mist, drifted towards Vera and Allen.
"Rustle—rustle—"
Seeing the red mist carrying countless dried leeches, the Witcher apprentice felt his scalp tingle and instinctively stepped back. But this movement seemed to provoke the mist. It adjusted its direction slightly, moving towards Allen.
The apprentice couldn't hold it any longer and called out: "Vera, Vera!"
He really didn't want to turn into a blue leech. A white one wouldn't do either.
"Relax…"
Vera's voice, like a heavenly sound to Allen, continued: "It won't harm you…"
"Huh?" Allen opened his mouth wide, seeing the sorceress nod at him reassuringly.
He was about to run. But the red mist had already encircled him, and Allen didn't even dare to move, fearing he'd turn into a leech upon contact.
No vision, no hearing, no smell…
No wonder this spell was Vera's signature magic. Just thinking about it was terrifying. Fortunately, the red mist didn't touch the apprentice.
"Thud—thud—thud—"
The bizarre blue leeches kept falling, piling up beside the sorceress.
"Alright, come back."
Vera's voice called. The red mist reluctantly circled Allen twice, then floated up and down in front of him. It seemed to be greeting him. Then it quickly gathered into Vera's crystal bottle, becoming a beautiful red potion again.
"It seems to like you." The sorceress shook the bottle slightly, chuckling, teasing him.
Allen finally relaxed, his stiff body breaking into a cold sweat, soaking his inner clothes.
Awkwardly smiling, he asked: "It…?"
"Thump!"
The red liquid knocked against the bottle, making Allen correct himself quickly.
"She is a living thing?"
The sorceress laughed and nodded: "Yes, just like your mirage pearl."
Allen opened his mouth to ask more.
The sorceress raised her hand, interrupting: "You'll learn in time. For now, let's return to our alchemy lessons."
Saying this, Vera raised her right hand to snap her fingers and open a portal.
But the Witcher apprentice, after a moment of silence, shook his head: "No need for now, Vera."
The sorceress looked at him, surprised.
"I already know how to make that potion."
....
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47. Brewing Killer Whale.
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49. Verdant Sigh.
50. Ugh~
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