As it turned out, Magic Apprentice Hantes was rather unlucky. While he was nervously preparing all kinds of potions, he suddenly realized that he couldn't prepare the King's Wort according to his teacher's request. This was because he couldn't find the old Slinger's cat. Then, he suddenly remembered that the old cat had been brought to the countryside three days ago.
Sheyan regretted that he had asked that question, which made him want to cry but have no tears for a period of time.
"Mister Hantes, is there any connection between King's Wort and cats?"
Hantes replied with a bitter face.
"Sir, King's Wort isn't a very rare plant. It grows around the Shire, but if we want to use it to expel dark forces, we must use its seeds. Because its seeds are very rare and highly poisonous, we usually soak them in poison. It's very popular with hunters. "
"Then what does it have to do with cats?" Sheyan pressed.
"Please be patient, sir.... Because of this, we have to be very patient with the processing of the King's Wort. I have to first remove the poison on the outside of the seed. Only the outer shell is left. Even the slightest bit of this damned shell will greatly affect the potency of the potion. Therefore, we have to let the cat eat the King's Wort seed. Its stomach acid can perfectly corrode the poisonous shell of the seed. Then, before the damned stomach acid can invade the seed, the seed has to be removed from the cat's body. "
Melody asked nervously.
"Won't we have to kill the poor cat?"
"Oh, it won't be that cruel. If we kill this old cat, the rats will flood our shop. Most importantly, death will change the content of the cat's stomach acid and destroy the medicine. So, we only need to use a little stimulant medicine to make the cat vomit or excrete the processed seeds quickly. It depends on its mood."
Sheyan's expression was very ugly. Reef, on the other hand, had a tone of schadenfreude. He decided to crush Sheyan's last bit of hope.
"Well, well, Mr. Hants, I must applaud you for your excellent knowledge! Now, I have a question. The only question is, after processing the King's Wort seed, will it be used orally or externally? "
The apprentice's answer was also very clever.
"If the evil exists outside a person's body, then it's more suitable for external use. If the evil is hidden inside a person's body, then it has to be eaten."
It took Old Stellin two hours to return. His mood didn't seem to have improved after his conversation with the magistrate. The poor apprentice was undoubtedly subjected to a torrential scolding.
After paying the price of 2 platinum coins, Old Stellin found another goat to 'process' the seeds of the King's Grass. Sheyan used the excuse of visiting other magic shops as an excuse to stay far away from the King's Grass. In the end, the concocted potion appeared to be in a blackish-yellow viscous state. It looked extremely disgusting, and the smell was maddening. Even the fumes emitted from the potion were brownish yellow. It hovered strangely in the air and did not disperse for a long time.
Old Stellin stirred the potion vigorously until it no longer emitted any fumes. Only then did he pass the potion to Sheyan. Sheyan closed his eyes and 'drank' the potion, or rather, poured it into his stomach. After enduring the nausea for ten minutes, he vomited all the potion out of his mouth.
However, the disgusting liquid that was vomited out seemed to have a life of its own. It took the form of a large number of ferocious insects that jumped wildly as if it had a soul of its own. Fortunately, Old Stellin had already prepared a wooden bucket. Inside the wooden bucket were privet leaves and thaumaturge flowers soaked in water. The strange vomit sizzled in the liquid of the two plants before it dissipated into the air.
Sheyan leaned back on the chair and gasped for breath for a long time before he recovered. He looked like he was seriously ill. Fortunately, the stubborn negative effect that had been entangling his body had finally disappeared. Although the old man's treatment method was a little disgusting, at least it was effective. Sheyan was a little surprised. Sheyan was a little surprised.
Next, Franklin walked around the shop and bought a few bottles of potions, such as cold resistance potion, evocation enhancement potion, source of magic potion... Of course, the price was high, but Franklin seemed to have plenty of platinum coins. Not only did he buy a lot of potions for himself, he also gave Sheyan and Reef three bottles each.
Sheyan took a look. One of the bottles was an infrared vision potion. After drinking it, one would have strong night vision like an animal. It seemed that the battle with the Nazgûl in the dark last time had left a deep impression on Franklin.
The other bottle was called 'Dwarf's Stubbornness'. The main ingredient of this potion was said to be extracted from the whiskers of the Dwarves. It had a magical power that would greatly improve the balance of the user. Let's put it this way: even if you were to sweep your legs, you wouldn't be able to hook the Nazgûl.
The last bottle of potion was something that targeted the power of darkness. It had a strange name, 'Darkness Sponge'. After drinking it, it would harden the user's skin and absorb 50% of the damage from the power of darkness. The effect would last for 24 hours or 1,000 points of darkness damage would be absorbed.
After the shopping spree, Party Ace did not plan to waste too much time. Instead, they went straight to the Shire's teleportation formation and used it. There was no doubt that using this thing was a money-burning business. It cost 100 platinum coins, plus the attribution: "per person", and the relevant explanation: "provide the materials yourself".
Fortunately, the door of the Dwarves' mineral treasury was almost always open to Sheyan and Reef, so the cost of the materials for the teleportation portal was almost negligible. The freshly mined gems in the Mines of Moria made the teleportation portal work very well. Even the waiting time was shortened by a few minutes.
*****
Eriador gave off a completely different feeling from the gentle, bustling, and beautiful Shire.
If the Shire was a cute girl with an innocent smile, then Eriador was a half-naked, half-naked man with a face full of scars and scars. He would even roar viciously!
This was a very rough place. Even the air was filled with screams and the smell of blood.
Only rough and brutal people could establish themselves in this place that was closest to the Dark Lord and continuously transport all kinds of expensive specialties to Middle Earth.
The ruler of Eriador was Lord Xilon. He practiced a rare form of slavery in this place. Only this kind of iron fist rule could maintain order here. Party Ace walked on a road built with red stones unique to this place. In a short period of time, they saw many things that they could not see anywhere else.
For example, there was a patrol squad on the street. The captain was a fully armed human, but behind him were ten Orc slaves. These Orc slaves were captured and raised since they were young. Their eyes were blood-red, and they wore fine armour. They held shields and axes in their hands. If anything happened, the captain would lash them with a whip and have the Orcs pounce on them like hunting dogs.
Party Ace estimated that when the Orcs were fully armed like this, their individual combat ability would be on par with Uruk-hais.
Of course, although Eriador was a very depressing place, it still had one thing in common with the Shire. As long as you had enough money, you could get what you wanted.
It would take some time to travel from here to the grey dwarven settlement outside of Angmar, and they would have to travel through the dry and desolate Gobi Desert. Therefore, they would need the local camel horses as a means of transportation, and each of them would need three of them. These mounts could run like the wind even in the Gobi Desert, and they could also be used as food and water during critical times.
In addition, there was another very important factor.
A guide.
Walking in the vast Gobi Desert without a GPS, a compass, a plane, or a phone, and they were heading towards the lair of Angmar, which was almost like the lair of the demon king. Getting lost was a very scary thing.
Of course, the only obstacle to hiring a good guide was having enough money. Fortunately, Party Ace did not lack that. However, while they were waiting, Party Ace heard some whispers.
"Someone's looking for the Grey Dwarves' settlement again?"
"Five caravans have already sent the Grey Dwarves' salt and ale this year. What else can they get from those greedy Dwarves?"
"That's strange. Logically speaking, Sa Momo's group of outsiders should have returned by now after leaving for so long. Why haven't there been any sandstorms recently? "
"Hell, even a sandstorm that can destroy the whole world can't do anything to Samomo!"
For some reason, after hearing these words, Sheyan's heart sank even more. But he quickly shook his head and threw some thoughts out of his mind. The only thing he could do now was to choose the best camel horse and spend more money to get the guide to hurry up.
Therefore, after paying the price of ten camel horses, Party Ace arrived at the Grey Dwarves' settlement in just 30 hours.
This was a very strange wind-eroded terrain. The wind blew through a large number of mushroom-shaped rocks, bringing with it the damp and dark atmosphere of Angmar, as well as the pungent smell of blood and rotting corpses.
What presented itself before Sheyan was a scene of carnage!!!!!!!!!!
The Grey Dwarves outside of Angmar, which his main mission was to find, had been slaughtered by someone else!!! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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