The Devil Inside

The Sage Stone Alchemy Workshop is located in the sixth school district and is quite hardcore.

Its target customers are engravers who have certain knowledge of alchemy but no equipment, and it makes money from site fees.

If this kind of store was opened somewhere else, it would have no chance of survival. Fortunately, this is Arendelle.

Viola walked into the room and looked at the alchemical equipment.

"I don't think it's top-of-the-line. This reactor is a model from ten years ago. It's outdated and can't be compared with the one in Trigg."

She commented sharply.

Han Solo glanced at her and said, "Poor students have too many stationery. They don't know how to make medicine, but they can name the types of reactors right off the bat."

"Mr. Han, I have studied systematically for two months, which is more than enough for you!"

"-perhaps.

This Han Solo brought her here, so it is very likely that he is really capable.

Viola was unsure, and she watched with her bright eyes, trying to see if the other person was guilty.

Han Solo had no guilty conscience.

"Sir, this is the material you need.

The workshop apprentice walked into the room and placed the materials in his hand on the workbench: "We will provide basic materials for tenants, but the materials you requested are more advanced - these will cost seven gold coins."

Seven gold coins?

Not a small amount.

Viola looked and saw that most of them were materials commonly used in alchemy, and the most precious one among them should be an engraving.

Molten Heart.

Silver level, can grant the engraver the power of engraving some fire spells.

The Molten Heart is a man-made imprint, condensed from the essence extracted from smelted ore. Some countries have mastered the relevant technology and can already mass-produce it.

This engraving is more "selective"

Only those who are naturally friendly to fire or have a strong talent for spellcasting can absorb it more smoothly.

Even if the average person buys a hundred coins, they still cannot master it.

Han Solo pointed out seven gold coins and handed them over:

Viola watched the apprentice leave, turned around and smiled: "Mr. Han, can you tell me what you are going to do?"

"I'm actually an alchemist."

"Hmm, that bottle of potion in Trigg's hand was made by me."

Viola pulled out a folding fan from somewhere, opened it, and covered her smiling red lips.

On the pitch-black fan, stars are flowing and twinkling.

Her eyes were brighter than the stars, and she looked straight at Han Solo: "How do you want me to react when you say such big words? Do you want me to worship you blindly and fanatically like a little girl?"

"..——-The next potion I will make is called 'Anger Potion'. After drinking it, you can master a silver-level talent."

Han Solo was serious.

He looked at Viola and said, "Watch carefully. I will only demonstrate it once."

The method of preparing the Anger Potion is different from that of the Ancient Wood Prophet.

"Ancient Oak Heart" is a rare seal, the extraordinary substance contained in it is pure and fierce, and its activity is amazing.

It cannot be contained in a vessel.

The engraving and breaking of the wall needs to be done during the refining process, and the extraordinary substance reacts directly with the medicine liquid;

The "Molten Heart" required for the Anger Potion is only silver grade and is man-made.

The extraordinary substances in it are not pure and can be processed in advance.

Han Solo poured white sand into the beaker, picked up the coin-sized triangular seal with two fingers, and pierced through it directly with magic power!

The temperature inside the room soared.

The molten heart emitted a brilliant light, illuminating his face.

The sticky bright red liquid rolled into the beaker like magma and combined with the white sand.

Just one action surprised Viola!

There was no more joking on her face, only seriousness remained: "It's really exquisite. Forcibly piercing the engraving, the extraordinary matter inside escaped, and a small explosion should have occurred, but your technique was precise and steady, and the extraordinary matter was precipitated smoothly."

Han Solo turned around and said, "Is it great?"

"This is not only amazing, it's art. How did you do it?"

“When you do it hundreds and thousands of times, you can do it, too.”

This is a lie.

Just pretending to be profound.

Han Solo was able to do it because he had the relevant knowledge and had exceptional control over his mana, which had little to do with hard work and more to do with talent.

He pulled a folded paper from his pocket and said, “My work is done, now it’s your turn.

Viola took the paper, which was a complete potion recipe.

She hesitated: "I have a feeling of unreliability——"

"What's unreliable? Do you understand?"

"——-I really don't understand it very well. I feel it's unreliable because it's too easy to get." Viola argued, "For example, if a passerby gave you a piece of paper and said it was a treasure map, would you believe it easily?"

"First, I'm not a passerby; second, this didn't come easy.'

Han Solo smiled.

He looked at Viola, who was full of doubt, and said, "Believe it or not, I'm going to rest anyway, you decide!"

Refining potions takes a long time and is a test of both physical strength and energy.

As the most expensive "top-of-the-line stove" to rent, there is a rest room here where you can lie down and rest.

Han Solo ignored Viola and walked into the lounge, lying on the soft chair.

The sound of cutting vegetables could be heard through the thin door.

Han Solo opened the gap and saw Viola processing the ingredients while referring to the formula. She took action. "Mr. Han! Mr. Han!"

I don’t know how long it took.

All in all, Han Solo was pushed awake.

He opened his eyes and saw Viola kneeling on one knee on his legs, holding a conical flask in her hand, looking extremely excited.

"Look! The gifted potion!"

She showed the crystal red liquid in the conical flask.

Han Solo took it and sniffed it.

That’s right, it’s the “Anger Potion”.

He handed the conical flask back and asked, "What time is it?"

"What time is it? Can you hear me?"

Viola couldn't stop smiling.

She shook the bottle in her hand and said, "I really made it! According to the formula you gave me, look!

Gifted potion! "

"—what time is it?"

Han Solo asked again.

no.

Viola was helpless. She looked out the window. It was dark outside. “I don’t know. Maybe eight or nine o’clock!”

Eight or nine o'clock. Have you slept for so long?

Han Solo felt a little dizzy, and he struggled to get up. Viola's domineering face was right in front of him.

In fact, it’s too close.

You can even feel the other person's breathing and heartbeat.

Viola smiled slightly, lifted her knees from Han Solo's legs, and stood up.

Han Solo smiled and said, "I told you, I made Trigg's potion. Do you believe it now?"

"—you are an incredible person."

Viola didn't know what to say.

She looked at the potion in the conical flask, and her burning heart slowly cooled down.

This is, Han Solo's knowledge, his property.

Of course Viola could take it for herself, since Han Solo was not on guard and revealed everything to her.

It is indeed not an easy step to penetrate the imprint and extract the extraordinary substance.

But with Viola's talent, she could master it after practicing a few more times.

It’s just that Viola didn’t want to offend a true master, nor did she want to betray Han Solo’s trust.

She suppressed her greed and said, "What are you going to do with this potion? Are you going to announce it?"

"I won't announce it. I have no interest in refining medicine."

Han Solo fell into a chair and looked at Viola with a smile, as if testing her: "But you can announce it, as the patent holder of this gifted potion, to the world."

Viola's brain completely cooled down.

The smile on his lips also faded.

Delicate green eyes studied Han Solo, trying to gauge his intentions.

What does he mean?

Yes.—Bewitched?

Viola never doubted her charm, she was a beautiful person from any angle;

She also doesn't superficially think that she can charm anyone.

What to say?

Because she is easily sought after, Viola is very sensitive to one type of person: people who don't have much interest in her.

People who are focused on their work are extremely resistant to her charm.

They are immersed in other things and know clearly what they want. Everything else is just the scenery along the way. Although they appreciate it, they don't stop.

Han Solo is that kind of person, he has his own goals.

Of this, Viola was certain.

So-·

What was his state of mind when he said what he just said?

Viola frowned, her mood suddenly turned bad: "Han Solo, are you feeling sorry for me?"

Han Solo was shocked!

He looked at Viola with a cold face and asked curiously, "You are -""""- born in the year of the dog! You turn hostile so easily. How can I pity you? May I ask."

"You must know the value of the gifted potion, but you gave it up so easily! Apart from your overflowing sympathy, I really can't think of any other possibility. Or, you are in love with me and want me to be your woman?"

"--Then you still think I pity you."

Viola was already laughing.

sneer.

Han Solo was really worried that she would pour the potion on him, so he quickly raised his hand and said, "I know your concerns.