Chapter 130 129. The talent to lead the times

Berengar himself was doing various actions with a surprised look on his face to test his body's ability to restore vitality.

The toxin accumulation on his face, which was originally so dark and frightening, actually subsided quite a bit after being helped up by Lan En.

It took less than two minutes for the whole person to return from the depleted state when he first drank the potion to the peak of physical strength.

"You mean 'effective'? Then why did you look like the toxicity was beyond your ability to bear?"

Lan En put the lid back on the [White Honey] on his hand, put it back into the alchemical leather bag, and asked in confusion.

Berengar was still experiencing the feeling that the "new potion" brought to him, and responded with his eyes closed.

"It's not that the toxicity exceeds the tolerance, but that the improved potion you made takes effect too quickly, at least 70% faster than the normal [Maribo Forest]! The total amount of toxicity remains unchanged, but it surges up suddenly

, which made me unable to bear it for a moment."

"It seems to be a good thing that it takes effect quickly. What about the effect of the potion?"

"The recovery speed of body vitality is no different from the normal version, but the side effects are indeed reduced!"

"Mentos, please summarize the information just now."

"Old man?"

"That's Vesemir."

It's like a bad boy who has been away from home for too long and brings up his old father in his memories.

Berengar waved his hand indifferently.

"The idea of ​​adding 'water' properties to the formula of [Maribo Forest] has appeared before. However, among the more than 1,700 attempts in the file, no one has seen any hope of success.

.But you didn’t even use a measuring cup in your hand! Just using the feel and visual inspection, you can grasp the dosage and timing that we can’t even detect.”

Berengar said incredulously.

"Kaer Morhen? I heard that is the headquarters of your Wolf Faction. Your companions, they won't let me pass by the Bear Faction, right?"

"What are the symptoms of the original [Maribo Forest]?"

"What's your expression like that?"

This resulted in his teaching being inconsistent with a hammer and a stick, and the scattered knowledge could not be connected at all.

Demon hunters' potions not only contain toxicity that can easily kill ordinary people, but also have side effects that even witchers cannot ignore.

"The original [Maribo Forest] will cause slight spasms after drinking, causing the body's movement accuracy to decline, making it ineffective when using movements that require higher precision. But now."

Fear, resistance, and hidden nostalgia.

Zhi Naoyan briefly and comprehensively recorded the experiment and entered Lan En's improved formula into the database.

Lan En nodded and asked his biological brain in his mind.

From the beginning to the end, he was aiming to be the academic pioneer of this era.

His ability only goes so far.

"Understood, sir. Within 2.3 seconds after Mr. Berengar drank the potion, the potion began to take effect. His body activity increased by 36% after the potion took effect. His physical condition is stable and there are no side effects."

And he felt that with his reputation in the foreseeable future, he would also have an increasingly handsome face.

"It seems that I have already drained your money. This is the promised reward."

"Are you trying to remove the toxicity?"

"You should go there to look for the alchemical manuscripts of Arzu and Malaspina, instead of listening to the lectures of me, a demon hunter of the 'alchemical practical school'."

It was only at this time that Berengar realized how much effort Vesemir had put into teaching them.

He understood that the time some geniuses spend casually flipping through books is enough for ordinary people to study in one day and cannot catch up.

"In the worst case, I'll pay more."

Lan En asked questions one by one, treating them as data collection for pharmaceutical experiments.

"As long as you make sure you are not hostile, there are not many rules among witchers. You just need to get the old man's consent."

"I never doubt how strong a warrior who has been active for hundreds of years is, but judging from your tone, can't you just be a middleman and make a recommendation?"

Lan En, who was being stared at, raised his eyebrows and took out [White Honey] from the alchemy leather bag and shook it.

Beside him, Berengar, who had already felt Lan En's improved potion with his own body, looked at Lan En with an unreadable expression.

Lan En has nothing to complain about. The alchemy formula Berengar gave him is very precious.

The formula that has been passed down and developed by demon hunters for hundreds of years was improved in the hands of a beginner?!

"You should go find Vesemir now."

Lane expressed great interest in Berengar's opinion.

"He is probably the oldest old guy among the existing witchers. If you meet him, I advise you not to use your fists like you did when you first met me. Otherwise, even you will most likely not be able to please him."

Even if Berengar taught in a cram-like manner, it was a bit difficult because he had not built a knowledge system in his mind at all.

If he is only satisfied with how to use alchemical products, then it will be impossible for him to achieve his goal that transcends the times.

When mentioning this name, Lan felt that Berengar's mood was strange.

The young man first threw a bulging money bag, and Berengar caught it.

"It's not about money, Lan. I'm a deserter from the Witcher. I have no face, and I don't want to see the old guys anymore. You have to find the old man yourself."

Berengar looked deeply at Lan En, pursed his lips, shook his head, and spoke another paragraph.

The old demon hunter was just out of lack of ability, rather than deliberately hiding his secrets.

Lan En somewhat understood this idea, so he stopped forcing it.

"Lan, with your alchemy talent you should go to Kaer Morhen."

So the cramming teaching of the Eight Classics was quickly completed within two days.

But for another pillar of knowledge for witchers-the knowledge of monsters and curses.

"I have to admit that when I was a demon hunter, one of the reasons why I didn't go well at work was poor study."

As a learner, Lan En did not show any signs of fatigue. On the contrary, as a professor, Berengar kept rubbing his forehead.

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After truly seeing Lan En's talent in alchemy, Berengar quickly let go of the restrictions on teaching speed.

It is very consistent with his self-proclaimed identity as an "alchemy pragmatist".

"My hands feel as stable as usual!"

For example, to quote [Thunder], when the muscle tissue is greatly strengthened, the weak muscle bundles will break during exercise because they cannot bear the pull of the stronger muscles next to them.

"The 'Alchemy Practical School' only cares about 'how to use' alchemical products, but with your talent, you should ask 'why'."

The final class was over, and Lan En extended an invitation to Berengar quite naturally.

Vesemir should have no reason to reject him.

Berengar taught all the alchemical formulas he knew. Most of his knowledge base consisted of these practical formulas, but he had very few concepts of alchemical principles.

"Would you like to come over to relax your muscles during the after-school activities tonight?"

Lan En looked at Berengar spreading his hands.

When it comes to 'extracurricular activities', Berengar's smile immediately froze as he had just received the huge sum of money in his life.

"Those weird half-murlocs? Forget about those things you deal with, I don't want to get involved."

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