I flew on a sword at the magic academy

Chapter 13 Burning Down the Alchemy Room

Shi Daohan enjoyed the entire morning, perhaps due to the novelty of the new thing, or perhaps because she was genuinely interested. She didn't find the four-hour class boring or tedious at all.

After lunch, she dragged Kalman to the Kuisang Academy, which specializes in wood magic, and they couldn't wait a week.

"Let go of me. If you want to go, go by yourself. I'm not a student of Kuisang Academy."

Kalman struggled, his handsome face filled with displeasure.

There were no classes in the afternoon at Bixi Cifu Academy, and he had originally planned to take a nice nap in his dormitory, but he was dragged over by Shi Daohan right after lunch.

"No, you have to help me translate the text in the magic book. You promised me that. A man's word is his bond. Do you want to go back on your word?" Shi Daohan refused to let go and dragged him forward.

What does the saying "A promise made is a promise kept" mean?

Although the words spoken by Shi Daohan were automatically translated into Western languages ​​in Kalman's mind, he still couldn't quite understand their meaning.

"That means if you promise someone something, you have to keep your promise and you can't go back on your word, otherwise you're not a man!" Shi Daohan said firmly.

"You!" Kalman was speechless.

Shi Daohan has already put it this way; if he still resists, then he wouldn't be a man.

Seeing his expression, which looked even worse than if he had eaten durian, Shi Daohan laughed so hard he almost fell over. She patted his shoulder and comforted him, "Alright, stop looking so sad. We Chinese have an old saying: 'It's never a bad thing to have many skills.' The more skills you learn, the more you'll take a big step forward compared to others. You've really hit the jackpot, haven't you?"

Kalman curled his lip: "I'm naturally gifted with water magic, so I won't achieve much even if I study wood magic."

Shi Daohan shook his head and corrected him seriously: "That's not right. While innate talent is important, hard work is also crucial. Just focus on your efforts and leave the rest to fate."

As they chatted and laughed, the two had already entered the gate of the Kuisang Mansion.

"Hey, isn't that Kalman, the young master of the Pearson family? I heard he went to the Bixi Ci Academy to study water magic, what brings him to our Kuisang Academy?"

"The girl with him, isn't she an exchange student from the East? When did they become so close?"

The uniforms for each department of the Horagaka Magic Academy are different.

Just like the magic uniform that Kalman is wearing now, it has light blue stripes and the tide totem of the Hishiji Mansion is embroidered on the back, making it easy to recognize at a glance.

Needless to say, Shi Daohan's uniform, which was custom-made for her by the Horagaka Magic Academy, made her the most eye-catching person wherever she went, making it difficult for her not to attract attention.

The two of them walked into the Kuisang residence, naturally attracting the attention of many people.

"Excuse me, student, where is the teaching building of Kuisang Academy?" Shi Daohan politely asked a passerby.

"There are no classes this afternoon, but the new students are learning basic pharmaceutical knowledge in the basement. You can go and take a look." The passerby pointed to an old castle not far away.

"Thank you for informing me." Shi Daohan bowed in thanks, then strode forward with Kalman.

In the dimly lit basement, kerosene lamps were lit, and the new students of Kuisang Academy practiced medicine making here. In front of each person was a crucible, and a dark green liquid was boiling and bubbling.

[Pharmacology? It should be similar to the path of medicine cultivation, right?] Shi Daohan muttered to himself, then looked at Kalman beside him and asked, "Do you know how to make medicine?"

Kalman thought for a moment and said, "I learned some things from my grandfather when I was a child, but I've forgotten most of it."

"Alright, go find a magic book about medicine making, and we'll study it ourselves."

"Why don't you go find it yourself? I'm not your servant." Kalman pouted arrogantly.

Shi Daohan pinched Kalman's cheek with one hand, raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Remember what we said before? Classmates should help each other. Have you forgotten so quickly? Hmm?"

Kalman slapped her hand away, holding his head high with arrogance: "I only agreed to help you translate the contents of the book; I don't care about anything else."

Just as the two were arguing, two dusty-faced boys in a corner not far away looked up and looked over, a hint of surprise flashing in their eyes.

"Isn't that Miss Daohan? Didn't she go to Bixi Ci Mansion? How come she's here at our Kuisang Mansion so soon?" one of them whispered.

The other person jumped up and waved and called out to Shi Daohan.

"Hey! Miss Daohan, over here!"

"George and Locke? How come you two have turned into little black cats? Hahaha, I didn't recognize you at first."

Shi Daohan couldn't stop laughing because the two little ones looked so funny and hilarious. They both looked like they had just crawled into a stove, their faces were completely black. If the light were any dimmer, they would almost be invisible.

George scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly: "I didn't quite understand what the professor said this morning."

Locke nodded in agreement and whispered, "The professor spoke too fast; I didn't have time to take notes on many of the key details."

"Oh dear, everything takes time, doesn't it? There's nothing to be discouraged about," Shi Daohan comforted her with a gentle smile.

Next, George and Locke brought two cauldrons for boiling medicine and a magic book for Shi Daohan and the others.

"Alright, let's give it a try." Shi Daohan clapped his hands, showing great interest in this novel and unique method of alchemy.

"Let's start with something simpler like a sleep aid," Kalman suggested.

"Alright." Shi Daohan nodded. After all, it was her first time trying this, so it was safer to start with the simplest thing.

Under Kalman's translation, Shi Daohan put all sorts of colorful, unidentified herbs into a crucible, boiled them, and they turned into a pot of dark green liquid.

"It smells awful. Are you sure this is how it's supposed to go?" Shi Daohan covered her nose with one hand while stirring the crucible with a wooden spoon in the other, her brows furrowed.

"It should be right... right?" Kalman was also a little unsure because the spellbook was too vague. For example, it didn't specify how many herbs to use or how much water to add. It all depended on his own intuition.

"Never mind, I'll just do it my way." Shi Daohan waved his hand and began to refine the medicine according to his own ideas.

[Theoretically, they should all be the same; only the methods used are different.]

She instructed Kalman to continue adding fuel to the fire, intending to boil the pot of green liquid until it was completely boiled dry, so that the essence of the herbs inside could be concentrated into a pill.

"Glug glug..."

The green water in the crucible was bubbling and boiling, emitting a pungent and unpleasant odor.

"Ahem...Isn't that wrong? That's not what the book says!"

Kalman covered his nose with both hands; Poetic Principles was now completely deviating from the contents of the magic book.

Shi Daohan waved his hand: "No need to read the book anymore, just do it my own way, keep adding fuel to the fire."

Under the continuous boiling of the intense heat, half of the green water in the pot had been boiled away, and a thick layer of dark green powder adhered to the inner wall of the crucible.

"Sizzle"

Suddenly, a large fire erupted from the crucible in front of Shi Daohan and the others, billowing thick smoke that instantly filled the entire basement.

"Cough...cough cough...what happened? This is choking!"

"Hurry up!"

"The smoke is poisonous! Get out of here!"

The already dimly lit basement became even less visible, and all the students fled in panic, with various sounds rising and falling.

"Poetry is profound!"

Kalman shouted at Shi Daohan through the thick smoke, telling her to stop immediately.

He was closest to Shi Daohan, and soon the thick smoke stung his eyes, causing tears to stream down his face.

"Something's not right. Why is there such a huge plume of smoke? Where did things go wrong?"

Shi Daohan muttered to herself, then turned around and shouted, "It's okay, it should be over soon."

Holding a wooden spoon over a meter long in both hands, she stirred it continuously in the smoking crucible. She could feel the water in the pot becoming increasingly viscous, and if nothing went wrong, it should be condensing into a pill soon.

"I can't take it anymore, I'm going to poison you to death!"

Kalman screamed, nearly in despair.

"Just wait a little longer, it should be ready soon!"

However, no sooner had he finished speaking than the crucible in front of Shi Daohan suddenly shattered with a "crack".

Then, with a loud "bang," it exploded, and an even more pungent odor filled the air.

The smell was several times more pungent than burning plastic, and even Shi Daohan herself was choked by it and coughed incessantly.

"Purify!"

Shi Daohan took out a talisman, lit it in his hand, and then tossed it into the air. The thick smoke in the basement dissipated by the moment, and the pungent smell also lessened considerably. Although it could still be smelled, it was no longer suffocating.

"How could this happen..."

As the thick smoke dissipated, Shi Daohan looked at the shattered crucible in front of him, his face full of confusion and doubt. The so-called elixir was nowhere to be found; there was only ashes on the ground.

"Look what you've done!" Kalman snapped.

The four walls of the basement were all blackened by the fire, and crucibles were scattered on the ground, creating a scene of utter chaos.

Shi Daohan's lips twitched as he looked at his "masterpiece," knowing that he had definitely messed up this time.

"Ahem, it's normal for small mistakes to happen." Shi Daohan scratched his head somewhat awkwardly, then looked around and asked in surprise, "Huh~ where did everyone else go? And what about those two little guys, Locke and George?"

"You were setting fires and poisoning things just now, you scared them away long ago," Kalman mocked.

Shi Daohan touched his nose and stopped talking. He then found a relatively clean crucible in the corner and set it up again.

(End of this chapter)