Demon Hunter: I became a god in the demon hunting world

With a creak, the door opened, revealing a sleepy-eyed quasi-warlock. She had no makeup and was wearing a warm yellow linen pajamas with a bear pattern on them.

"Dick, you're so early! Come in."

"I feel like it's getting late, and I've already eaten. It looks like you haven't eaten yet, right?"

After saying that, Dick handed the prepared food wrapped in oil paper to the would-be warlock.

"You're so considerate." Shia looked approvingly, and then explained, "I'm not like you demon hunters. I worked all day yesterday, hunting water ghosts in the morning and eradicating evil spirits at night. My body is really strong. Some can’t stand it.”

"Then can you still help me with my experiments today?"

"That's no problem. Come into the house with me first."

After saying that, the would-be sorcerer turned around and walked towards his house.

From the outside, this house looked just like Dick's.

Siya opened the oil paper bag, took out one of the meat buns, and started eating as she walked.

While eating, she praised: "This beef bun tastes good.

"I guess it was delivered to a nearby farmer after his cow died of old age?"

It makes sense for the would-be warlock to ask:

In the Middle Ages, productivity was low. As the main farming tool, cattle were not slaughtered at will. They were only allowed to be sold after an accident or death of illness or old age, so she asked this question.

"I asked the vendors at the market and they said the cow died of old age."

"Let me tell you, I always feel that this beef is a bit old."

Shia muttered while eating the buns, her cheeks bulging like a squirrel.

After a while, a bun was eaten.

She opened the door, and Dick looked around. The interior of the cabin was clean and elegant, and there was a faint floral scent in the air.

Then, the quasi-warlock entered the living room and opened the door on the right: "Then this is the laboratory. Wait for me while I wash my face."

Dick nodded and entered the laboratory first.

The laboratory is not too big, and is also neat and clean. A long iron table is placed in one corner, with various experimental equipment on it, and various unknown plant cultivations next to it.

There are two huge cabinets on the other side of the wall. One is a bookcase filled with books, which are obviously used by would-be warlocks for study.

The other one was a translucent glass cabinet, which displayed various objects that Dick couldn't name, which should be some other experimental materials.

The witcher's eyes glowed slightly in the dim laboratory.

He looked around here and felt very satisfied:

It seems that the magic potion and sword oil are available.

After a while, Siya walked into the laboratory. She had changed out of her pajamas with a bear pattern and put on her usual formal dress. Her face had also been cleaned, but she had not dressed up.

But just like this, there is also a kind of beauty of hibiscus.

The would-be sorcerer walked up to an oil lamp and lightly snapped his fingers.

Between his fingers, a spark suddenly appeared, igniting the oil lamp.

She then walked to several corners of the room and lit all the oil lamps there.

With her movements, the dark atmosphere of the laboratory disappeared and became bright.

"I don't have the transcendent vision to see clearly in the dark like you witchers."

The quasi-warlock explained, and then she pointed to the window with the curtains drawn and said: "Some of my experimental items cannot receive sunlight, otherwise they will deteriorate quickly."

"I understand." Dick nodded.

"Dick, who was ignorant in the past, actually understands this truth." Sia teased and said, "Then let's get started.

"First of all, I want to ask, what do you want to do? At least learn alchemy. I want to know what you want to master."

"Sword oil and magic potion." Dick's voice was sonorous and powerful: "I want to master these two common methods that we demon hunters have."

"I understand. Why did you pry open the heads of the water ghosts that day after killing them?

"It turns out that we are looking for the water ghost brain. That means you have prepared the materials. Oh, it should be part of the materials."

"Yes, I have prepared the water ghost brain and the glands of the ghoul. I know there is a formula to make a potion that can restore the vitality of our demon hunters. It is called the Swallow Potion, and its formula Yes..." The demon hunter was about to continue.

"I know."

"How do you know?" Dick asked.

"Demon hunters, don't forget, even you ordinary people need the help of us warlocks in the process of becoming witchers. To a certain extent, the birth of the witcher order was facilitated by us warlocks. You guys How come we don’t know the trick?

"Now get your materials out."

Dick nodded upon hearing this and took out two packages of materials that had been wrapped in advance from his backpack.

"This is the Water Ghost Brain." Dick said, pointing to a package of materials.

Then he put it on the experimental table.

"These are the glands of the ghoul."

Then he placed another bag on the lab table.

Shia opened the cloth bag of Water Ghost Brain, frowned at the gray-white substance inside, and said with some dissatisfaction: "You should refrigerate them, so that the shelf life of this material will be longer."

After that, she took away most of the water ghost brains, came to the corner, and opened a box.

After opening it, Dick could clearly feel the cold air coming from inside.

Then, the quasi-warlock carefully and slowly placed the water ghost brain inside it, and then closed the box.

She looked at the witcher and explained: "This is a special magic box for refrigerating materials, and there are energy stones underneath.

"Don't worry, witcher, I won't be greedy for your experimental materials. Of course, sometimes I may use some when I study, but I will leave enough for you. "

Dick nodded, he thought it was fair.

The quasi-warlock not only provided experimental equipment, but also taught him alchemy.

If you count carefully, he still made a profit.

The quasi-warlock opened another package of ghoul glands.

After taking a look, she didn't say anything more, but she seemed to think about it again, and looked at the witcher:

"Ghoul glands don't need to be refrigerated. Even if it becomes dry over time, just keep it moist. "

Dick knew that this was Xia teaching him the common sense of daily preservation of these materials, and nodded gratefully.

Then the quasi-warlock said: "Then let's get started now."

"What business?"

"Of course, it's to make swallow potion. First, we have to wear special gloves. "

After that, the quasi-warlock took out two pairs of gray-white gloves from the drawer under the laboratory table.

She carefully put on one pair of gloves and handed the other pair to the demon hunter.

Dick touched the gloves handed over and felt the warm touch, as if they were made of a material similar to rubber.

He didn't pay much attention and put the gloves on his hands.

"Very good, you have already entered the door." Xia made a joke that was not too cold.