crown of stars

"My lord, I still need three pills in the potion, three pills! As long as there are so many, I guarantee that the effect will be doubled!"

The half-elf woke up dimly, and the sound of the gray dwarf's greedy bargaining entered the eardrums, and Nigel frowned in annoyance.The visitor from another world, who had been paying attention to the half-elf's condition, threw three pearls impatiently and approached Nigel.

"How long have I been asleep?" Nigel rubbed his eyes sorely from the shock of his long silver hair.

Messiah gestured a few times in the air and came to a rough conclusion.

"You probably slept for three days."

The half-elf covered his face feebly, dragging his legs again and again, putting him under great pressure.

"Anyway, we are not in a hurry to go anywhere now. All you have to do now is to rest until you fully recover." Mage Drow explained calmly, feeling that all the tenderness and consideration in this life have been used on this fragile and sensitive elf.Messiah is not good at expressing, he has completely become the mouthpiece between the two (?), guessing and guessing, exhausting his brains.

Messiah pulled back the stool and dragged the noisy duergar down the corridor, leaving the half-elf to be appeased by the drow mage.

Taklin was holding the three pearls in his hands, stroking them constantly, his small taupe eyes were full of greedy brilliance.

The Shadow Lake pearl is a very powerful item, whether it is used as a spell material or a potion raw material, and of course it is also on the list of items that psions desire.He boldly asked the Messiah to put a few pearls into the potion, so that he could cut corners while boiling the potion and smuggle the things into his pocket.

Messiah just looked at his exaggerated performance coldly. This kind of pearl was worthless to him, and he could have as many as he wanted, and it was just that other people were crazy about it.

The gray dwarf skillfully put the pearl into the medicine grinder, grinded it back and forth dozens of times, scraped out a shiny powder with a small spoon, and mixed it with some other herbal powder.Taklin graciously brought the earthen pot to the fire again, and the bitter breath of the herbal medicine permeated.

Taklin secretly licked the pearl powder stuck in his fingernails, and a sense of pleasure descended on his soul.

Yep, that's how it feels.

When Taklin was still in his prime, I was fortunate to have seen a Shadow Lake pearl. The powerful caster mixed different proportions of spices after concocting, and after being ignited, it became a strange incense. Just take a sip, You can feel your spirit growing.

Tuckling narrowed his eyes and secretly licked a few more mouthfuls, regretfully finding that his nails were empty.

Messiah stood by the stove, his cheeks flushed by the light of the fire.The diffuse mist of the potion leaked from the side of the crock, glowing like pearls.There is no pearl in the illithid potion formula, but the gray dwarf insists on adding it. He is very cautious about the improved potion, and deeply suspects that the gray dwarf regards the half-elf as a guinea pig to test the effect of pearls.

Maybe it's time to put study on the agenda in the future, and threatening others with a knife may not always work.Messiah rested his chin and thought, and his thoughts gradually drifted away.

Some fragments kept replaying in my mind, the dark and weird void, the fragmented speech, the demiplane with howling wind... No matter whether it was experienced or had no memories, fragments flashed in my mind, and the other chaotic self was surprisingly absent. Falling into chaos, as if separated by an invisible barrier, sinking lazily in the depths of consciousness.

He felt the long-lost relaxation in his soul, and this modified potion seemed to be effective not only for the spirit, but also for the soul.Messiah spread out a small notebook in his heart, copied down the formula strictly according to the proportion, and decided to go to the lake to fish for a big one before leaving.

"It seems that my potion is still effective, at least it can reduce your fever." Nafin stroked his chest happily, "If it wasn't for the gray dwarf's explanation, I thought I would be chopped into pieces by the adults."

"He won't turn you into meat paste easily, before you lose all your value." Nigel threw off the quilt and jumped down, and he staggered unsteadily when he fell to the ground without water or rice for three days.

Nafin showed a wonderful smirk, "It is my honor to shine for the strong, and it is also my duty to let you get rid of your pain."

"Then I would like to thank you for giving me a dose of fever-reducing medicine." Nigel didn't even give the mage an unhappy look, and picked up the thick soup on the bedside table, took a sip, and quickly put down the spoon.

In order to show respect, the tavern owner put salt at no cost, and the whole bowl of soup became salty and fishy.

"You're welcome." The drow mage accepted the half-elf's thanks with a gun and stick, "I forgot to tell you, it's only the first course of treatment, and the disappearance of the high fever doesn't mean you're cured, and you'll have to face it next." That stubborn and greedy gray dwarf is not as gentle and amiable as me."

"Put aside the gray dwarf matter, you agreed to what I learned from you before, so how long will it take to start?" Nigel kept stirring the thick soup with a spoon, and seemed to want to go downstairs to find the boss to add some water.

"That gray dwarf is a psion, why don't you go to him?"

"Because I don't know him yet. If you hadn't introduced him to me, I wouldn't even know he is." Nafin twitched his lips. "What's more, there has never been a conflict between learning spells from a psion and learning from you."

However, the drow mage thought in his heart that just as he hated the gray dwarves, the gray dwarves also hated the drows. The picture of two people teaching the same student was simply unimaginable.

The slight confrontation between the two men did not affect the kitchen.Messiah removed the crock from the fire, and the potion inside was still bubbling, pouring out a pearly pale blue paste.The bitter aroma floated outside the door, and the voice in the tavern dropped a few degrees.

Messiah carried the bowl up the stairs, and heard faint voices from inside through the door. It sounded like they were discussing study matters.

That's a good thing, he thought, and pushed the door open.

Nigel stared at the light blue poultice, his appetite completely gone.

"Can you let it cool before drinking?" The half-elf took the bowl from him, and put it together with the thick soup that was listed as a dark dish in his heart.

Messiah was not sure how effective the improved potion would be, so he simply picked it up from the tray, took a sip while it was still hot, and pushed it to the half-elf.

Nigel knew that this was something he couldn't refuse, so he drank it little by little while stirring it to cool down.

The drow mage's eyes drifted away, apparently thinking of something that had nothing to do with the present.The relationship between Zall has always been open, and he has been influenced a lot since he was a child.He had vaguely guessed before, but now it just confirmed his idea.

If this is the case, then everything is easy to explain.

The author has something to say:

The unit was engaged in activities for a day, and when I came back and wrote it, I felt my head was a little bit dizzy.

The quality of this chapter is not estimated to be high, but it still needs to be updated.