Humans had intuition.
In other words, living creatures had intuition.
In the past, women's intuition was often said to be a magical thing, but it was not exclusive to women.
All life forms had intuition. It was an instinct to seek good fortune and avoid disaster. Aside from human beings, the other creatures on Earth were all seeking benefits and avoiding harm. Their intuition would remind them to escape before danger arrived, or they would use other methods. Even in the game between a predator and its prey, they would use their intuition to deal a fatal blow.
For humans, when someone was obsessed with thinking about something, intuition could often play the role of the finishing touch, such as Jon now.
He had flipped through the book several times, carefully reading every page, trying to find some key information that had been missed between the lines.
Jon and Helga had discussed the role of this potion before. According to Salazar's realm and strength at that time, this potion could only help him to improve his strength very limited, or even very little, but it was still rare. Helga said that Salazar had a bad habit of making potions. There was no problem with this formula, but it was normal for some key steps to be skipped.
For example, the amount of herbs used was a little bit more, a little bit less, and so on.
But the preparation of potions could not be sloppy. This little error could result in a hundred million points in the end.
Jon felt that there was no problem with Helga's new formula, but there must be something missing, which led to the failure.
And he flipped through it so many times and finally found the answer.
In the beginning of the book, there was a trace of smearing.
It took Chown a lot of effort to notice this anomaly, but scribbles and scribbles were always unavoidable problems in manuscripts. After all, it was written by hand. How could there be no mistakes at all?
But there was something wrong with the smearing on the first page. The color did not match. It was a kind of deposited dark red. Although the color was closer to the black of ink, it was still not the same.
This difference was very subtle. If Jon had not looked back and forth many times, he would not have found it.
This dark red should be blood.
Whose blood?
Of course, it was Salazar's blood.
If the last ingredient was blood, then it would make sense.
In Salazar's original formula, there was indeed an herb called the Blood-Sucking Flower. The roots and petals of this flower had thorns. Even if it was plucked, it would stab the person holding it until the person's blood was sucked.
However, according to the books left behind in the past, the makers of the Blood Devouring Flower Potion would avoid being stung by the flower. Although it wouldn't affect the potion's effect, it was still not good.
Jon did not think that this would affect the characteristics of the herbs. Consuming blood was a normal predatory behavior of living creatures. The predatory behavior of plants would not have any effect on their magic characteristics.
Therefore, it was reasonable to speculate that Salazar was accidentally stabbed when he was preparing the purification potion, and it was not impossible for his blood to drip into the crucible. But the only question was, how much blood was dripped into the crucible?
Normally, Helga was able to improve Salazar's formula with the help of various herbs, which proved that the formula was indeed effective, and the blood might have played a role.
It was better to do more than talk. Instead of thinking about these things, he might as well start experimenting.
…
Three hours later, in the laboratory.
The air purifier hummed, slowly sending in fresh air from the outside, but it still could not dispel the hot and stuffy atmosphere of the laboratory. On the contrary, it was getting more and more irritating.
Under the light of the laboratory's shadowless lamp, Jon, wearing a mask on his face, raised the syringe full of emerald green liquid in his hand and walked step by step to the side of the table.
In the glass box at the corner of the table, the little white mouse, which had a premonition of danger, ran back and forth uneasily. When Jon approached, it shrank in the corner and shivered, not daring to move.
"Be good, don't move. I'm doing this for your own good. Maybe you can rely on this to become a magical creature. Come, don't move …"
Jon held the wand in his right hand and waved it, casting the Soul Seizing Spell to deprive the little white mouse of its consciousness. He then stuffed the wand into his pocket, reached into the box, and grabbed the little white mouse by the neck. He lifted the syringe slightly and pressed it against the little white mouse's mouth, slowly pushing the emerald green liquid into its mouth.
"Don't let me down, my cute little white student."
After the small syringe of liquid was injected, Jon put the little white mouse back into the box and quietly waited for the result.
This time, the amount of liquid mixed was not large, and after adding the blood, there was indeed a phenomenon, but it was not like what was written in the manuscript. Instead, it turned emerald green.
Considering that it was a different race, this was a normal phenomenon.
The effect of the Soul Seizing Spell passed quickly — Jon was not sure if the effect had passed, because it did not take long for the effect to begin to take effect, and the little white mouse began to go berserk with red eyes. This process lasted for a while, and the little white mouse's strength was obviously improved. It was even able to break the glass box specially made by Jon.
But that was it.
Jon had calculated the amount of liquid in advance. If it was pushed according to the normal amount of liquid, the little white mouse might really be able to mutate, but Jon doubled the amount of liquid, and the little white mouse's final outcome was only death.
He had only wanted to see the effects of the pill.
So it did not take long for the little white mouse in the cabinet to stop moving, the blood in its eyes receded, and its body quickly shriveled like a leaking balloon.
It was a short time, but it was as if it had been weathered in the desert for decades. Jon just gently touched it with his magic, and the little dry corpse was completely turned into powder.
The effect of the liquid was too strong, but it was the right bet.
Jon lowered his head in pity, looked at the small pile of white ash, gently waved his magic wand to clean up the ashes, and then threw the glass cabinet that was scraped twice by the Cleansing Spell into the trash can in the corner.
Clean and neat.
"But … it seems that this potion should be a success."
He turned and walked back to the experiment table, but he did not intend to rest for a while. Instead, he changed into a new set of equipment and replaced the previous containers.
At this time, it was not the time to rest. Taking advantage of the familiarity of the hands and feet, he should make his own potion as soon as possible. That was the most important thing.
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