civilwarnovels Chapter 380 Unexpected Information
Chapter 380 Unexpected Information
Chapter 380 Unexpected Information
The colorless, transparent liquid, contained in an alchemical vial, led Chris to believe for a moment that it was natural crystal.
Chris remembered that all the potions used to be colored.
The newly added spices also have color.
Why did the resulting potion become colorless and transparent?
The alchemy went very smoothly this time.
The loss was that of a senior alchemist.
But the alchemist wasn't harmed by the alchemical potion!
Actually, that's not entirely accurate.
It should be said that they were not directly harmed.
The alchemist successfully concocted the potion on his first try, and just like the bottle in front of him, it was colorless and transparent.
However, the alchemist shouted frantically:
"I did it! I did it!"
Then, with wide eyes, he ran around the house like a madman.
It wasn't until other wizards discovered this alchemist that they were able to subdue him.
But the alchemist did not calm down; his madness seemed to have no end.
Chris initially thought the side effect of the alchemical potion was madness, which is why he didn't allow his men to bring it over.
He then sent people to continue the experiment and ordered the wizard to watch over it.
The second alchemist also burst into maniacal laughter, but fortunately, the wizard dealt him a heavy blow in time.
The alchemist then stopped going mad and, still quite excited, got up and told the wizard what had happened.
Chris then learned that the alchemical potion he had created would not only not drive people insane, but also had no side effects whatsoever.
This means that he may have ushered in a new era of alchemy!
That's why the alchemist was so excited.
Chris didn't quite understand their feelings, but he doubted the truth about the alchemical drug having no side effects.
Just to be on the safe side, he sent people to conduct many more experiments.
Nothing unexpected happened after that, and Chris finally believed what the other person had said.
He also understood that these spices might indeed be considered an excellent alchemical material.
Chris was very excited as he looked at the potions that had been enhanced with three special ingredients.
He just wasn't sure if the spices were really the ingredients the apostle had mentioned.
But regardless, now that the new potion was in front of him, he had to show it to the apostle.
Chris picked up the transparent alchemical potion and headed towards his bedroom.
Inside the palace, Chris looked at his arm and handed him the potion.
If we don't do it directly, we'll inevitably have to listen to the apostles again.
The countless eyes on his arms all opened.
Then the mouth quickly opened into a smile, and then the tongue stuck out.
Chris poured the potion onto the apostle's tongue.
"Hahaha! Hahaha—"
The apostle laughed maniacally, and his madness made Chris wonder if magic, this potion, really had side effects and could cause madness.
After a long while, the apostle stopped laughing and, with wide eyes, told Chris:
"You did it! Chris! The potion you made even surpasses Gretella's! Haha! If Master finds out, he'll definitely praise you!"
Chris was rather indifferent to this; what was there to be happy about in a witch's praise?
Unless it's in bed, where Chris feels a sense of conquest.
Chris asked, "What effect will this potion have?"
"I don't know," the apostle blurted out.
Hearing this, Chris felt deceived.
"You don't know? You asked me to make these potions, and now you're telling me you don't know their effects?"
“I truly do not know,” said the apostle. “Even my master does not know; she was unable to produce potions of this quality.”
Chris said, "I just feel like you're messing with me!"
"But I know what it will bring you if you create the highest quality potion."
Chris asked, "What?"
"God!" the apostle said with a smile, "or rather, I'm giving you the qualifications to become a god!"
Chris was skeptical of this statement.
He doesn't believe in gods, he only believes in fate.
No one can become destiny itself.
Then the apostle asked again:
"What new thing did you add?"
Chris snapped out of his daze: "Spices, they must be the gold dust from the ancient lands."
At this point, Chris realized the word "ancient".
Could it be that the New World is truly ancient?
But doesn't this mean that Gretella has been to the New World, or that she learned of its existence through some means?
This further proves that a struggle existed on both sides of the Sea of Despair long ago.
Could it be that Grellella copied the potion recipe?
Grellella left behind the Apostles so that future generations could make potions.
But why?
Why is a copied prescription so important?
Chris couldn't understand, but the apostle's words rang out again:
"Gold dust, huh? — In that case, all that's missing is 'the spring water from the most secluded place.'"
"And I suspect it's the Fountain of the Dead in the Far East," Chris replied.
"Get it here as soon as possible!"
Chris disliked this commanding tone.
However, as long as it consolidates his position, he is willing to abandon his dignity, even if it means kneeling down and licking the mouth of the valley.
Chris didn't complain at all, but calmly replied:
"We've already sent people to collect them."
"very good--"
He stopped mid-sentence, and another voice burst from his mouth:
"Oh! What a familiar taste! The great deep-sea race has not tasted it in so long! Go! Chris! Gather the ingredients I told you about before, and then present the spices in your mouth as a gift! The deep-sea race will bestow upon you their bounty!"
The other soul inside this arm spoke of "deep sea" and "greatness".
Chris didn't want to hear a word more from him.
However, the deep-sea creatures are familiar with the taste of spices.
Chris remembered that this consciousness had said that the Deep Sea Clan lived at the bottom of the Weeping Canyon.
Spices, however, originated from the New World.
How could the deep-sea creatures possibly be familiar with the taste of spices?
This is clearly a lie, and coincidentally, Chris is a liar.
Ordinary lies cannot fool Chris.
Therefore, he ignored the sound as usual.
Besides, he doesn't need any favors from the deep-sea race; he just wants to consolidate his current position!
Chris didn't linger in the room any longer and returned to the hall.
He was very happy, after all, higher-level potions could bring him more reliable power.
Chris was looking forward to the performance of the new potion.
At this moment, someone reported it.
Chris asked, "What is it?"
"Elder Ainar has returned."
Upon hearing this, Chris suddenly remembered that it was winter, and with snow covering the north, Enar would have to halt his campaign.
"Let him come to see me."
"Yes."
Chris settled into the throne, both of them to listen comfortably to Einar's recent achievements.
However, upon seeing Ainar, they found him looking rather disheveled.
Chris smiled and said, "You've worked hard, my elder. What merits have you achieved this time?"
However, Ainar suddenly knelt down:
"Please forgive us, Elder, our army has suffered a crushing defeat!"