Who taught him to restore the country like this

Chapter 131 Refining Medicine

Chapter 131 Refining Medicine
The study door closed, and Ron's lips curled up in a satisfied arc.

Reputation is growing, experience is accumulating, the biggest external military threat has been temporarily lifted, and now even the most difficult food crisis sees hope of being resolved.

The game of Thorn Territory, which had a difficult start, has been made viable step by step by him.

He won't have to worry about it for the next period of time.

He could leave the Thorn Territory with peace of mind and get a few more Lion Hearts.

I wonder what the situation is like over at Alpha?

How's the deal going with Princess Lola of the Lionheart Kingdom?

The most important thing is... has the soul-transforming potion been refined?
Ron stood up and walked to the window, his eyes penetrating the window frame and looking towards the distant magical city.

It has been two days since the restoration of the Kingdom of Rah. All major chambers of commerce and newspapers have been vying to report on the matter. Alpha should have known the news, but he has not come to him yet.

Could it be that something went wrong over there?

A trace of worry quietly crept into my heart.

At this moment, a familiar sensation suddenly appeared in his brain, which was the connection from the shackles of slavery.

The faint trace of sadness between Ron's brows instantly melted away, turning into a relieved smile. He turned around and walked back to the desk with steady steps.

bang bang.

After a while, there was a knock on the study door.

"Your Majesty, Princess Lola from the Lionheart Kingdom has sent an envoy to visit." The servant reported at the door.

"Bring it here." Ron's voice was calm.

"Yes."

The attendant left.

A moment later, there was another knock on the study door.

"Come in." Ron looked towards the door.

The door of the study opened, and a servant led a beautiful woman into the room.

The woman walked up with dignified demeanor and bowed gracefully. "Suela Cook, envoy of Her Majesty Lola of the Lionheart Kingdom, extends greetings to His Majesty Ron."

Ron nodded slightly and raised his hand to signal the attendant to leave. The attendant saluted silently and quietly closed the door and left.

There were only two people left in the study. A brief silence filled the air until the servant's footsteps completely disappeared at the end of the corridor.

The majestic mask of a king on Ron's face instantly fell off. He leaned lazily against the back of his chair, a relaxed smile on his lips: "It seems that your deal with Princess Laura was successfully concluded."

"Everything is thanks to the accurate intelligence you provided. I am glad to have completed my mission." Alpha maintained a respectful attitude, his voice still cold.

"You haven't come yet, I thought there was some trouble over there." Ron said with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"I'm so sorry." Alpha lowered his head even more, his purple hair falling down, covering a little of his face.

She quickly explained the reason: because the Thorn Territory detained 3,000 cavalrymen from the Zi Yang Kingdom, the Zi Yang Kingdom tore up its alliance with the two Dukes of Lionheart and refused to send troops to the capital.

(This does not count as a unilateral breach of contract by the Ziyang Kingdom. After all, the reward promised by the two dukes - the Thorn Territory - was not received by the Ziyang Kingdom at all.)
With the pressure suddenly reduced, Princess Lola once thought that she did not need to rely on the power of the Uncrowned King, and that the royal background was enough to hold on until the arrival of reinforcements, and the transaction was almost stranded.

Fortunately, last night, the two dukes asked a mysterious powerful man to summon terrifying monsters, which severely damaged the royal elite knight corps, and the defense line of the royal capital was instantly in danger.

Princess Lola then realized the seriousness of the situation and the transaction was able to proceed.

"That's all right." Ron waved his hand casually, signaling her not to blame herself. There was still plenty of time, so it was good that the deal could be done.

His mind moved slightly, and two bottles of blood-red potion appeared out of thin air in his palm, with a strange luster flowing around the bottles.

"This is a transformation potion," he said, gently pushing it across the table. "One bottle is for you in an emergency, and the other can be given to Beta for research."

"Hmm..." Ron paused for a moment and added, "This transformation potion has significant side effects. Since Princess Laura is our ally, there's no need to let her take the entire bottle. Just give her one-third of the dose."

"I remember." Alpha stepped forward and carefully put the two bottles of potion into his arms with a serious expression.

After explaining the matter of the transformation potion, it was time to deal with the thing he cared about most.

"Where is what I want?" Ron looked at Alpha with burning eyes.

Alpha's body stiffened imperceptibly, his head drooping without raising, his voice lowered a few degrees: "The potion you requested... has not yet been successfully refined."

"Hasn't it been refined yet?"

Ron raised his eyebrows, unable to hide his surprise.

It has been almost ten days since I last assigned Alpha this task.

Is the soul-transforming potion that difficult to refine?
"When did she start refining it?" Ron asked.

"Four days ago," Alpha replied.

"Are you almost done?"

"She... seems not to have mastered the refining technique yet." Alpha hesitated.

Haven’t mastered the refining techniques in four days?
Ron froze.

It shouldn't be.

Someone who could be captured by the Bruviman Empire's War Slave Laboratory and used as a researcher shouldn't have such a poor talent for alchemy.

"Master Kong, Beta..." Alpha hesitated to speak.

"What?" Ron asked in confusion.

"She... doesn't seem to know how to make medicine." Alpha said.

Can’t make medicine?

The more Ron listened, the more puzzled he became.

The last time they met, he personally confirmed it with Beta, and Beta also admitted that he could make high-level potions.

With the shackles of slavery in place, there is no possibility of lying.

But why did she make Alpha conclude that she couldn't make medicine?

What on earth is going on... It seems he has to go and confirm it himself.

It just so happens that the work in the Thorn Territory has been completed.

"Go wait for me outside the city first. I'll go with you to check on her condition." Ron stood up and said.

"Yes."

Alpha bowed respectfully and then left the study.

After Alpha left, Ron called Byron and entrusted him with the task of trading grain with the Zi Yang Kingdom.

"Don't worry, leave it to me!"

Byron patted his chest and swore a solemn oath.

He didn't ask where Ron was going after leaving Thorn Territory.

"If you don't understand anything, remember to consult Reggie."

Ron gave a final instruction and returned to the inner room.

He quickly changed into a plain, coarse cloth, his features distorted in the dim light, transforming into those of an ordinary passing merchant. His stealth skill activated, and he blended into the shadows, leaving the City Lord's Mansion silently.

In the past two days, many high-level suspicious people have appeared in the Thorn Territory. His every move is probably being watched, so he cannot afford to be careless.

After leaving the City Lord's Mansion, Ron first walked around the city and made sure that there was no tail behind him before leaving the city to meet up with Alpha.

"Sora-sama."

Alpha stood in front of the carriage and waited respectfully.

Behind her, an uncrowned member followed Alpha in bowing.

With her eyelids lowered, she glanced at the legendary leader of the organization with excitement that could not be concealed - she might be the first member besides Lord Alpha to see his true appearance.

Ron nodded, got into the carriage, and sat down in the spacious seat in the back row.

The carriage started moving, its wheels making a rhythmic rumbling sound as they rolled over the gravel road. Alpha gracefully sat down beside Ron, her fair and soft hands naturally resting on his shoulders, kneading them with just the right amount of pressure, her technique extremely skillful.

Ron closed his eyes, feeling his tense muscles relax beneath the Alpha's fingers.

"alpha."

"Ah."

"What's that story about the fight between two groups of war slaves in the Bruweiman Empire that was reported in the newspaper a while ago?"

"Feng... The captain I left behind in the Bruviman Empire was ambushed by the enemy while attacking a war slave laboratory."

"Is that so... Did they finally evacuate safely?"

"Yes. The fighting was so noisy that it attracted a lot of attention, forcing the enemy to retreat."

"Be careful next time. This time, the enemy misjudged their strength and let them escape. They won't be so lucky next time." Ron's voice was a little tired, and he yawned and warned.

"Yeah." Alpha nodded.

She had already told Feng not to attack the War Slave Laboratory again for some time.

They attacked the war slave laboratories one after another. The Bruviman Empire has already set its sights on them. Every location information of the war slave laboratories released later is likely to contain an ambush.

Ron was right. Feng was able to escape the enemy ambush alive this time entirely because of the intelligence advantage.

The enemy did not know that they could repair the shackles of slavery, and their understanding of their strength remained at the level before the shackles of slavery were repaired.

If they hadn't gained strength after the slavery shackles were repaired, they would have surely died in that ambush.

"Tired." Ron pinched his brows and glanced at the long row of leather seats on the other side of the carriage.

Upon hearing this, Alpha immediately stood up and moved to the right bench. She leaned slightly to the side, looked at Ron seriously, and then gently patted her soft thighs.

Seeing this, Ron couldn't help but shake his head and laugh.

Hearing Ron's laughter, Alpha's face flushed slightly and he lowered his head slightly.

Just when she thought she would be rejected as usual, her legs felt heavy and a warm breath approached.

"Good night." Ron's voice was filled with weariness.

Dusk comes especially early in November. As the carriage bumps along, the cold moonlight shines through the gaps in the curtains, casting flickering spots of light in the dim carriage.

Ron lay down on his side, resting his head on Alpha's soft thighs. His breathing soon became even and long, and he fell into a deep sleep.

Alpha lowered his eyes and stared at the calm profile of the person on his lap, who had let down all his guard. He felt the weight and warmth, and his heartbeat quietly accelerated, which seemed particularly clear in the silent car.

"Good night...good night." She responded in an almost inaudible murmur, as if afraid of disturbing this rare peace.

……

At noon the next day.

After galloping all night, the carriage finally arrived at Wu Mian's temporary base in the Lionheart Kingdom.

A two-story house on the edge of the town. It used to be a pharmacy, and the surrounding environment is suitable for refining medicine.

Led by Alpha, Ron walked through the slightly old hall and headed towards the pharmacy where Beta was.

"Lord Alpha." Ye, who was guarding the door, saluted respectfully when he saw Alpha coming.

"Is she making medicine?" Alpha asked.

Ye nodded solemnly, with obvious vigilance in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Alpha's expression became serious.

"Master Kong, let's come see her later," she said to Ron.

Lord Sora?
Ye heard Alpha address Ron and looked at Ron in shock.

Is he the man that Lord Alpha brought back last time?
The atmosphere has completely changed.

"Why?" Ron asked.

Beta's pharmacy was on the first floor. Standing at the door, he could already smell a pungent, sour and foul odor.

Refining the soul-transforming potion does produce a foul smell.

But... is it that serious?
"It's very dangerous when she makes medicine." Alpha said with a fearful look.

"Is it that exaggerated?"

Ron smiled noncommittally, reached out and pushed open the tightly closed door.

The moment the door opened, the scene was horrifying!
A pitch-black three-legged crucible nearly as tall as a person stood in the center of the room. At this moment, it was like a raging crater, with the sticky purple liquid inside surging and spraying wildly.

The scorching, highly corrosive droplets splashed like a torrential rain, landing on the walls and floor, making a terrifying "hissing" sound, emitting bursts of pungent white smoke, and leaving behind potholes and charred marks.

"Master Kong, be careful!"

Alpha reacted extremely quickly, and a light blue magic shield instantly formed in front of Ron, barely blocking a few drops of venom that flew towards him.

Ron caught a glimpse of the dense corrosion pits on the floor at his feet from the corner of his eye, and his cheek muscles twitched involuntarily.

This was the first time I realized that refining medicine was such a dangerous thing.

The spray in the crucible lasted for a full three minutes before gradually subsiding. The already small amount of liquid medicine in the pot was now reduced to a pitiful small puddle of turbid purple water, emitting ominous bubbles.

The entire room looked like it had been swept by a hurricane: the walls and ceiling were covered with charred stains and holes, and the ground was covered with sticky, foul-smelling liquid residue, making it a mess.

Amidst the chaos, a slender figure nimbly emerged from behind the medicine shelf in the corner.

She seemed to be accustomed to this scene. She clutched a thick black leather ancient book in one hand and a herb in the other. She completely ignored the mess and pungent smell in the room, rushed to the crucible, and tried to throw the herb into the remaining liquid.

Ron: "..."

It's already like this, it's obvious that the refining has failed, there's no way to remedy it.

At this moment, Ron finally understood why Alpha concluded that Beta couldn't make medicine.

"Beta."

Ron's voice was not loud, but it sounded clearly with a cold power that penetrated the chaos.

Beta heard Ron's voice, stopped what he was doing, and turned to look at Ron.

"Master Kong." Beta responded with a blank look in his eyes.

"Are you making medicine?" Ron asked with a frown, looking at her battle-hardened and disheveled appearance.

"Yes." Beta nodded.

"You are a high-level alchemist, right?" Ron confirmed.

"Yes."

"Then how many times have you failed in brewing a simple high-level potion?"