An Exchange
An Exchange
After White Cloud flew through the Earth-Dividing Mountain Range, before entering the Double Moon Forest, several dwarves discussed landing to hunt some prey and rest.
The place for the temporary rest was very beautiful. On one side, the mountain peaks overlapped, covered with a layer of white snow, just like a sea of waves rolled up by the sea. On the other side was an endless forest, lush and dense, next to a stream.
The Burton brothers and Golden Flying Ride took the hunting mission. It was a wast to let commander and Golden Flying Ride hunt. In only a moment, they hunt three deers, two sheep, and a bison.
The dwarves lit the bonfire, and Abel once again provided a bottle of wine for each person, which made several dwarves feel excited to show their skills to roast many types of meat.
Abel still didn't feel hungry at that time. He didn't eat the roasted meat. Instead, he gave it to Black wind. It seemed that the effect of the "nutrition potion" he drunk was still functioning.
Loraine was sitting next to Abel. She rarely ate meat. Only if it was insipid meat, so it was impossible for her to ate barbecue.
"Loraine, drink this!" Abel took out a bottle of "nutrition potion" from his portal bag and handed it to Loraine.
"Brother Abel, is this nutrition potion? the color doesn't look right." 'Nutrition potion' was not special. Loraine had seen it before, but she had never seen the one that was milky white.
However, Loraine knew that Abel would never harm her. Although she was in had doubts, she did not wait for Abel to answer and opened the lid to pour the 'nutrition potion' into her mouth.
"This is my first work after I learned alchemy from you. I tried it myself, and it succeeded!" Abel said with a smile.
Although Abel used the synthesis function from Horadric Cube, the premise was that he had successfully drawn the basic alchemy recipe in his mind and mastered the alchemist spell.
He had a talent for the profession of an alchemist; he easily learned the basic knowledge of alchemist without sudden enlightenment or other special help. Of course, it must be related to the fact that he was a third-level wizard, and had an extremely strong power of the will. Loraine also told him everything about basic alchemist knowledge.
Abel and Loraine didn't speak loudly, but White Cloud's back was so small. Indeed other dwarves could hear it. The Burton brothers didn't know about alchemy, but the wizard Kipling and wizard Aitken, the two dwarven wizards knew what it took to be an alchemist.
"Master Abel, are you a third-level wizard?" Wizard Aitken asked Abel.
"Yes, wizard Aitken," Abel answered.
"I just heard you said that you have just begun to learn alchemy. You are a third-level wizard, and you are also learning alchemy. It's admirable that you are willing to take the risk of success. I know there's only a one-tenth chance of a wizard's recipe and alchemist's recipe to coexist," Wizard Aitken sighed slightly.
"Wizard Aitken, you mean that the wizard recipe and the alchemist recipe have only one-tenth chance to coexist, what would happen if they did not coexist?" Abel asked. Abel and Loraine glanced at each other. It was both their first time hearing this.
"You really didn't know about it? If the wizard recipe and the alchemist recipe cannot coexist, the two recipes will collide with each other. The wizard recipe will be destroyed, and the soul will be damaged!" Aitken wizard looked at Abel surprisingly that he was unclear and explained.
When Abel heard this, cold sweat flowed down. Without the right knowledge, he could have died. Wizard Morton did not inherit the alchemy, so he did not talk to him about this.
It seemed that Abel had no difficulty in drawing basic alchemy recipe at that time. He just completed it step by step without any problems, and everything went smoothly. What was the reason?
Abel thought of the "soul enhancing potion," a potion made from the souls of hell creatures and synthesized by Horadric Cube. After drinking it for a while, the main soul seemed to feel nothing, but the weak soul could already have a simple thought. It showed that the 'soul enhancing potion' was helpful to the soul. Perhaps it was the 'soul enhancing potion' that allowed him to go through the most difficult alchemist recipe drawing process.
But that was not right. Abel thought of the wizards who sell potions at the Wizard Market in Caral City. How did they coexist with the two recipes?
"Wizard Aitken, I have seen some wizards who mastered alchemy. How did they deal with the coexistence of wizard recipes and alchemist recipes?" Abel asked with confusion.
"Human wizards should be treated in the same way as our dwarven wizards. They will find an apprentice with wizard talent and start drawing alchemist recipes at the same time. In this way, even if they fail, they would just lose their chances of becoming an alchemist, and as long as they re-trained a while, they could re-draw the wizard recipe to become a first-level apprentice wizard. "Wizard Aitken explained with a smile.
"Thank you for explaining, Wizard Aitken!" Abel bowed, with thanks.
The dwarves who just got Abel wine were very fond of this famous blacksmith master, and wizard Aitken endlessly carried out all the answers to what Abel had asked.
It was dark already, and Bernie came to Abel's side, sitting in front of him, holding rum in his hand and saying to Abel, "Master Abel, how can I drink other wine after drinking your rum! "
Abel glanced at Bernie. Bernie was here to extort his rum. Although there was still a lot, they were meant to be a gift for Master Bentham's teacher, Master Robin. According to his calculation, the three barrels of rum were just right, and only one-third of the barrels of rum was really left for him to drink with his friends.
Seeing that Abel didn't reply, Bernie then said, "Master Abel, sell me ten bottles of it. I want to bring it to my father!"
Bernie took a two-fist big black ore from the cup and threw it to Abel, then smiled and said, "I'll use this as an exchange!"
Abel took the black ore and clenched. It was iron essence! Although he had never seen such an ore before, he had forged the iron ore over and over again and then forged to a hundred and thirty times. The forging process was all so that it approached iron essence, the ultimate existence of iron ore.
This kind of iron essence existed in nature, but most blacksmiths would never see a piece of iron essence in their lives because it was rare. Even a master blacksmith like Abel had merely just heard Master Bentham introduce this kind of iron essence.
"Bernie, this exchange the iron essence isn't worth it!" Abel said to Bernie with a smile while playing the iron essence in his hand.
At this time, Abel realized that Bernie's identity within the dwarven race was much nobler than he thought. Aside from how difficult it would be to get a piece of iron essence, how could he pull out such a large piece of ore from his arms-- with some portal equipment!
"Master Abel, you are wrong. You didn't mention worth it or not when you provided me rum for free!" Bernie said with a laugh when he saw Abel collecting the iron essence.
Abel carefully put the iron essence into the portal bag. This iron essence could fully be built a better weapon when he had the time. According to the size of this iron essence, it was enough to build a big sword.
Taking out ten bottles of rum again from the portal bag, Bernie put all them into the portal equipment in his arms, not hiding anything.
"By the way, I remembered what I came for!" Bernie, who had collected the rum, was about to leave, suddenly patted his head.
Abel looked at Bernie, silent. Bernie came to talk to him about something other than the rum.