This isn't a souls-like game at all.

But its medicinal value is average.

One of the materials used to craft props, and can also be used as an ingredient in recipes.

It is said that the baby's appearance has unique sacred meaning.

It is regarded as a symbol of the ancient gods of the border that have long disappeared.

It is said that it was also the first offspring of the Lingering Vine Vein.

"I was wondering why I couldn't find it after searching so many places. Not only is its medicinal value average, but it's also so hard to find. No wonder it's so worthless in the eyes of those dealers."

After shopping at the black market and returning to the tavern, Ye Yiyi sat in the newly opened room and sighed at the six ginseng roots on the table.

"But in the final analysis, it's just that those people simply don't understand the value of this ginseng. I even think it's a bit of a waste to use it to make mana potions."

"Anyway, let's try it with a ginseng root."

He took out the tools and materials from behind him and started to work according to the recipe instructions.

The finished product of the energy drink is not considered a prop, but a recipe, so it cannot be made directly in the universal kettle.

Ye Yiyi spent a whole half day in the room squeezing juice, slicing and fermenting. In the evening, when the "guard" next door came and knocked on the door, Ye Yiyi finally made five bottles of exciting functional drinks.

"Is this your masterpiece, Master?"

Halwell looked at the glass bottle that was originally used to hold wine. He saw tiny bubbles rising in the light yellow liquid, which emitted a faint light in the darkness, and he couldn't help but feel curious.

"Master, what is this used for? Why does it look a bit like champagne?"

“It just looks like that.”

Ye Yiyi took out a crystal bead of concentration and threw it to the old magician.

"As for the effect, it's similar to this."

"Is this... a crystal bead of concentration?"

Halville was slightly surprised, and his eyes became interesting as he looked at the "champagne".

"That liquid can actually restore concentration? What's the effect? ​​How fast does it recover? How long does it last? Are there any side effects? Will it drain my energy?"

"I haven't tried the effect yet, so who knows?"

Seeing the old man's impatient look, Ye Yiyi couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"Why do you look more anxious than me?"

"Master! Do you know how much Imperial currency the Imperial Academy spends every year to develop highly effective and harmless recovery products?"

The old magician looked anxious and stretched out his hand to gesture a huge number.

"That's hundreds of millions, you know? That amount of money could buy a city in a remote country, but even with that much, there's no guarantee anyone would buy it even if they're willing to sell it!"

"A few hundred million is research funding, right?"

Ye Yiyi raised an eyebrow, "Just to regain concentration? Isn't coffee enough?"

He once drank the "pure black coffee" brought by the old hunter Eurost in his temporary office in the Principality of Ritter.

If he remembered correctly, coffee also had the effect of slowly restoring concentration.

“The point is to be efficient and harmless!”

Halville's face flushed, and he raised the crystal bead in his hand and emphasized:

"Coffee can certainly restore concentration, but it's too inefficient and completely useless on the battlefield!"

"And this bead can restore about 180 units of focus at a time, but that's only enough to cast a few magic spells (seven)ling Wu Si Su Xia Ni Phosphorus Dream, and it's used up in an instant."

"But just this alone is enough for the Empire to classify it as a strategic material!"

That's it? Strategic supplies?

So the Imperial Academy spends hundreds of millions of imperial dollars every year, and in the end it comes up with something like this, right?

Isn't that a bit exaggerated?

But looking at Halville's blushing expression, he suddenly realized that there might be something wrong with his understanding of concentration.

"Don't be in a hurry. Sit down and drink some water, then talk slowly."

After much difficulty, I persuaded the old magician to sit down and listen to his dry and hoarse explanation.

Ye Yiyi finally understood the importance of "concentration".

Concentration is "the ability to focus the mind highly on doing something, so that this thing is highly blessed by the soul and body."

Whether it is magic, hymns, spells of kings, combat skills performed with weapons, or certain props, they all require "concentration" to activate.

Compared to spells that cannot be used at all without consuming concentration, combat skills are slightly better and can be performed without consuming concentration.

However, since it has not been blessed by the soul and body, its effect and power will be far less.

According to the game, if you don't consume concentration points, your combat skills won't receive attribute corrections, only basic effects and damage.

It seems that Ye Yiyi's concentration values ​​are similar, but there are essential differences.

If Ye Yiyi's blue bar is exhausted and she wants to recover, drinking the blue bottle is the fastest way.

In addition, he can also recover naturally by resting, or sit down next to the holy monument, and the blue bar will be restored to full at a high speed.

But it is different for others. For them, concentration is not just a "blue bar" for releasing spells and combat skills, but also a "blood bar" in another sense that fluctuates with personal status and will cause the soul to disintegrate and collapse once it is exhausted.

After understanding this, Ye Yiyi finally understood why Halville had such an expression.

Unlike him, these magicians were really risking their lives to cast spells.

In this situation, being able to quickly restore concentration efficiently and harmlessly has become the research goal of magicians.

To this end, the Imperial College receives a large amount of scientific research funding every year to conduct research on this.

The "Concentration Crystal Bead" that Ye Yiyi found from the remains of the magician was the product obtained by the Zhige Hall after combining the experience of countless predecessors and spending a huge amount of money on crystallization research.

Having said that, Ye Yiyi finally understood why crystallization was so dangerous, but there were still so many magicians conducting research on it.

In Harwell's words: "This is not only a restriction on spellcasting ability, but also a restriction on the development of magical research, magical science, and magical technology. It is also an innate shackle that restricts the development of civilization!!"

Thinking of this, he picked up a bottle of drink and looked at the light screen with a slightly complicated expression.

【Exciting Energy Drinks】

Item Description: A functional beverage that emits faint fluorescence.

One of the recipe dishes that can be made.

Can continuously and moderately restore concentration value.

Provide outdoor workers with one of the energy drinks.

Because of its unique lemon flavor, it is also loved by outdoor sports enthusiasts.

"This……"

Ye Yiyi couldn't help scratching his head, suddenly not knowing what to say.

This item description is too ordinary and too unremarkable.

But it is precisely because of this ordinariness, the ordinariness and normality revealed between the lines, that it creates a sharp contrast with what Halwell called "the innate shackles that restrict the development of civilization," which has a very comedic effect.

Ye Yiyi did not forget that he found this recipe in the kitchen of an ordinary tourist restaurant in the "Underland Clear Water Channel".

Looking at Halville, who was holding the crystal bead tightly, with a depressed expression and a dazed look in his eyes, Ye Yiyi suddenly felt reluctant to tell the truth.

"The crystal bead is for you."

He sighed, stood up, and put the remaining four bottles of drinks into the Four-Dimensional Chrysanthemum.

The old magician looked up at him blankly, seemingly puzzled.

"Master...but what are you doing?"

"You haven't been to my room tonight, and you don't know what I did."

Ye Yiyi glanced at him and reminded him implicitly:

"You don't want to know what this is."

"Gulu..."

Halville swallowed, his eyes widened, but he didn't dare to ask anything.

He is not a fool and can guess what Ye Yiyi means.

But it was precisely because of this that he felt shocked and incredible.

Finally he lowered his head and muttered to himself.

"...I understand, Master."

"That's it, let's talk about anything after we get the certificate tomorrow."

After sending the distraught old magician out of the door, Ye Yiyi let out a sigh. After packing up his tools and materials, he lay back on the bed and closed his eyes.

"The nations on the land, I really want to go back and see the glorious era of ten thousand years ago..."

He muttered to himself and fell asleep as if talking in a dream.

……

At noon the next day, Ye Yiyi met the three fallen knights who had hurried back from outside in the restaurant of Hubert's small building.

"Come, come, Master Bernard, let me introduce you. This is the good friend I told you about before, Master Knight Fortroll."

Hubert's face was full of enthusiasm. He pointed at the thin middle-aged man wearing coarse linen clothes next to him and introduced him to Ye Yiyi.

"Don't say that, Hubert. I was kicked out of the Knights a long time ago. I'm not even a Knight Master."

The man waved awkwardly, then stood up, smiled gently, stretched out his hand and shook hands with Ye Yiyi, saying in a friendly manner:

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Lord Bernard. My name is Fortroll. I used to be a knight, but now I'm a free mercenary living in Firebird Flower."

"Hello, Lord Fortroll, I'm glad to meet you too."

Ye Yiyi also showed a decent smile, shook hands with the other party, and at the same time silently released the cosmic light, enveloping the other party.

So he quietly overheard Futerol's "self-talk" in his heart.

Chapter 545 Who looks down on whom?

"This kid looks so fair and tender, maybe he's not even in his twenties? At this age, Hubert claims he's a formidable magician? That's ridiculous! Could he be being fooled?"

Completely different from his friendly attitude on the surface, Ye Yiyi couldn't help but smile in his heart that "the plan succeeded" after hearing Futerol's inner muttering again and again.

As expected, I was underestimated.

His appearance after the magic transformation was indeed young and fair, looking like a nobleman who had just started out and had not experienced the dangers of society.

In comparison, it is "Gandalf" next to him who is more in line with the image of a powerful wizard.

But that is exactly the character Ye Yiyi wants to create.

If he doesn't do this, how can the other party relax his vigilance against him and reveal his flaws?

He thought in his heart, but an expression of appreciation appeared on his face, praising the other party with the arrogance that only a young magician could have.

"Your Excellency, Fortroll, is a man of dignified appearance and extraordinary bearing. He truly deserves to be the former Grand Master of Knights. Seeing him today, I can see that his reputation is truly well-deserved."

Upon hearing this, Fortroll looked flattered and waved his hand hurriedly.

"You're too flattering. I'm just a down-and-out country knight now, my glory days long gone. Unlike you, you've already graduated from the Hall of Peace and become a full-fledged magician at such a young age. You have a bright future ahead of you, truly worthy of envy!"

"Hehe, no, no, it's Lord Futerol who's flattering me. Besides, I haven't officially graduated yet, so I'm not even a formal magician yet."

Ye Yiyi said this, but she couldn't help but reveal a smug smile on her face, and she accidentally "leaked" her secret.

Hubert, who was standing next to him, seemed surprised when he heard this. Then he saw Gandalf, who was standing at the back and serving but had not yet come to the table, looked embarrassed, and he could not help but understand.

This kid is still too young. He becomes a little flattered after being praised a few times.

But even so, he did not feel any contempt, but instead smiled even more.

So what if I didn’t officially graduate?

Being able to make friends with such a young aspiring magician is a sure win in itself, and who would object to having too much good stuff?

And Fortroll said to himself, "As expected."