章節 478: Penalty

Remember how I said that the Woodsman's Healing Potion was a level four recipe? Possibly not, it was a while back. But trust me, the variants of the minor healing potion were all level three or four. My Agility/Crafts/Alchemy/Brewing skill had stalled at around four, which actually gave me pretty decent odds of success, going up to almost certain if I took all four hours. Naturally, that went down if I tried brewing, say, ten of them at a time.

[Lesser Healing Potion] was a level six recipe, and provided instant healing. Perhaps worse, it could absorb food to provide nutrition. Every twenty points of nutrition increased the level by a rating. After two days of the doctor providing unreasonable deadlines and rates of return, he had the orderlies strap me to the central tent pole.

I resisted, of course. Win or lose, I usually gained an XP in Pankratios; they were that good at their jobs. Or maybe it wasn't a job to them.