The yellow-brown parchment was unfolded inch by inch, revealing the words on it. Klein looked over and found that it was the Hermes text he was familiar with.

They are written in blood-like ink, and seem to retain the feeling of flowing, but other than that, there is no other extraordinary feeling.

"'Seer': 100 milliliters of pure water + 13 drops of night vanilla juice + 7 golden mint leaves..." Klein read the content of the formula silently, but the subsequent part was just blocked by Old Neil's elbow, so he couldn't see it.

"Pure water is water that has been repeatedly distilled. It just so happens that I made it before, so there is no need to waste time." Old Neil introduced it, and took a large sealed glass bottle with graduations on the long table familiarly.

He opened the lid and randomly poured about 100ml of pure water into the large iron pot.

Klein didn't dare to ask questions, for fear of affecting the other party's preparation, after all, he had to drink the potion himself.

"13 drops of night vanilla juice, this can be extracted first and made into essential oil for preservation." Old Neil took out a brown vial from the silver box, and with the aid of a dropper, he easily dripped 13 drops into the large iron pot.

A light and calming fragrance permeated the air, and Klein's mood became peaceful unconsciously.

"7 pieces of golden mint leaves..." Old Neil picked up the tin can with silver patterns, lifted the lid, twisted out a few pieces with bare hands, and sprinkled them into the large iron pot. The fresh and pungent smell could be faintly smelled.

"4, 5, 6, 7, just right." Old Neil chuckled, looked at the potion formula on the parchment, and said, "Three drops of poison violet juice, you can't drink this stuff indiscriminately, it will make your whole body numb and stiff In ancient times, it was the best choice for suicide."

I'm not stupid... Klein cursed.

Old Neil changed the dropper and dripped the poisonous violet juice into the big iron pot, mixed with a strange smell that made people sober.

"9 grams of dragon's blood powder." Old Neil calmly put his hand deep into the small silver box, and lifted a transparent test tube. The powder inside was as black as iron.

He weighed 9 grams of powder with a beaker, a scale, and other items, poured it into a large iron pot, and stirred it twice with a black wooden spoon. Seeing Klein's liver tremble, he always felt that it was not reliable.

"Actually, the above materials are all supplementary. Adding more or less will not affect the final effect. Why don't I add more?" Old Neil joked, "The remaining two are the key. It can be slightly less, but not too far away, or your 'promotion' will fail, well, they must not be too much, even just a little, or you will have to go to the treatment of mental problems after taking it, and you will die directly It's not like there isn't."

Klein tensed up immediately, watching Old Neil take out a black glass bottle from the silver box.

"Lava octopus blood, 10ml. This octopus belongs to a supernatural species. It has obvious mutations. Its body is covered with mysterious symbols. Its blood will quickly decompose under the sun and lose its specificity. Save the materials." Old Neil's tone was no longer relaxed, and he quickly and carefully took 10 milliliters of blood with a test tube.

The blood was as blue as the sky, and illusory bubbles burst out from time to time, as if connected to the spiritual world.

"Pour the blood in the test tube, and don't care about the remaining blood on the wall. This is an overdose." Old Neil said in a low voice.

As soon as the blue blood entered the iron pot and came into contact with the previous liquid, there was a splashing sound inside, and the surrounding light was dyed light blue, giving Klein a strange feeling of being distant and familiar.

It seems to be the experience of being in the mother's body, which makes the soul climb.

"The last thing, star crystal, 50 grams." Old Neil's voice rang in Klein's ears, bringing him back to his senses and looking at the long table again.

In the old gentleman's hand, there is an extra crystal that is extremely pure, and this crystal is jelly-like, like jelly on the earth, lacking sufficient hardness.

Under the light blue light, it reflects a little bit of brilliance, as if there is a bright starry sky hidden in its body.

"This is an excellent material for making divination crystals... a little less, considering the error." Old Neil was weighing and cutting with a patterned silver knife.

"Pure water + evening vanilla + golden mint leaves + poison violet juice + dragon's blood + Lava octopus blood + star crystal = fortune teller..." At this moment, Klein couldn't help but recall the recipe.

After finishing the preparations, Old Neil threw a few small pieces of "star crystals" into the big iron pot.

Nourish!

The illusory fog appeared instantly, making the alchemy room foggy.

In this mist, Klein seemed to see the starry sky, and seemed to feel the gaze of some invisible beings. JrNovels.com