Angele sat on the bed with his legs crossed. His luck was not good these days, and he only managed to concoct seven Awakening Potions. However, he managed to increase his mentality to 6.2. He thought it would be 6.3, but it seemed like his body had developed a resistance to the potion, so the potion's effect decreased.
It had been more than a month since he had concocted the first Sobriety Potion. During this time, he had been collecting Night Honeycombs from all over the city. However, he had only gotten two of them before he called it a day. He had bought all of the Night Honeycombs in any medicine shop.
"That's good." Harland nodded. "I still have something else to take care of, so I'll be leaving now."
"Night Honeycombs are abandoned honeycombs that we collected from the residents nearby. We don't have a fixed source for them. If you really need them, you can try your luck in the forest outside the city and see if you can find any Night Honeycombs there. We only get them if we're lucky, "the clerk explained.
"The smell of blood. This gift is heavy," he muttered.
"Anyway, I met the requirement to advance to the next level." Angele sighed in relief.
A team of fully-armed guards in white armor was standing around the carriage. Several people who looked like low-level officials were waiting by the side.
Ten minutes passed.
Strangely, the blue liquid in the beaker was not boiling at all. The only thing was that the color of the liquid was getting darker.
Angele nodded slightly. He picked up the Black Lead Potion after he felt that it was ready.
The alley had been swept clean. Tia had just arrived to deliver the pie and drinks. She stood outside the door, looking timidly at the two black carriages from time to time.
Angele stood in front of the counter with his eyebrows furrowed.
"Master Angele, you're finally back. Master Harland has been waiting for you for more than an hour. " These fat officials were low-level officials in charge of the area, but they were all sweating profusely.
Ever since Angele attended the banquet in the castle, they learned that there was an important person in the area under their jurisdiction. They visited Angele several times, but they learned that Angele didn't like to be disturbed, so they stopped visiting him and started to improve the environment around the shop.
Angele asked Tia to continue practicing in the yard, and he sat by the table alone. He carefully took out the Night Honeycombs from the box and soaked them in a translucent liquid. In a large glass bottle.
Angele poured some yellow powder into the beaker.
He took it and handed it to Angele.
The entire room was gradually filled with the faint fragrance of flowers.
Angele put the Black Lead Potion on the table.
After leaving the medicine hall, he walked back along the street. In his heart, however, he was thinking about how he could get more Night Honeycombs.
"No?"
Unfortunately, the entire city was out of stock. If he wanted more, he would have to go out and collect them himself.
"Here are a few Night Honeycombs. I hope they can help you," Harland said with a sincere smile.
Time flew by. Soon, more than a week later.
Angele was lucky enough to concoct three potions from the two beehives. Within a month, Angele's mentality reached 4.9. This was the result of the potions and his meditation. If Angele could find another five or six beehives, he would be able to advance to the next rank.
"Sure." Angele nodded.
Angele took out a large beaker and put it on top of a black heating stand. He poured some light red liquid into the beaker and took out a test tube with yellow powder inside.
In other words, the bloodstains were most likely left by a Knight-level powerhouse. That was why Angele felt that the gift was quite valuable.
Angele got off the bed and stood up. He took out the Black Lead Potion from a bag in the room.
Angele grabbed the box. He opened it. Inside, there were eight Night Honeycombs neatly arranged. The earthy yellow balls were stuffed with black silk cloth, and the packaging was very exquisite.
"I'm afraid so. The Night Honeycombs you bought last time were the last ones in stock." The clerk apologized again. "I'm sorry to disappoint you."
The most troublesome thing was that the Night Honeycombs were hard to find. They liked to move around, and they would take their hives with them.
Angele took out two flints from the drawer and lit up the oil lamp. The temperature of the oil lamp was very high. It looked like an alcohol lamp on Earth, but it was filled with white oil.
"Why would I do that?" Angele smiled. "I just want to see if there are any stores in the city. If I can buy them myself, I don't need to trouble you."
Angele looked at the crystal clock on the table. It was 2: 10 in the afternoon.
A red flame appeared on the wick of the lamp.
"Where do you get the Night Honeycombs?" Angele did not want to give up. He had already visited five or six chain stores, and this one was his last hope.
The place he was at was a spacious pharmacy. The midday sun shone in through the door and hit his black leather boots.
"Don't mention it. It's nothing." Harland waved his hand, and a guard behind him brought a black wooden box to him.
Angele returned to his house and saw a carriage parked in front of the shop. The carriage had a sunflower and a white bird engraved on it. It was the carriage of the mayor.
Without a sound, the light red liquid in the beaker quickly turned into a dark blue color. It was very turbid.
The problem of materials was solved. The next step was to focus on improving his mentality. Eight Night Honeycombs could be used to make at least eight potions. With his meditation speed, he should be able to reach level 6.
Angele moved the oil lamp to the bottom of the beaker and started heating it up.
Angele's eyebrows furrowed. He picked up the honeycomb and sniffed it. The smell of blood entered his nose.
However, no one could collect the honeycomb when the Night Bees were still around. The Night Bees were poisonous and nocturnal. Their bodies were black, and it was hard to detect them. Every year, people would be stung to death by the Night Bees' territory. They were hard to deal with.
Also, they were nocturnal. It was even harder to collect the honeycomb.
Angele decided to stay in the shop and focus on concocting the potions. He wanted to reach the next rank.
There were seven or eight clerks working at the counter in front of him. One of them was waiting for Angele's arrival.
Angele could imagine that Harland had lost a lot of people to get this fresh Night Honeycomb. According to the description of the people in the medicine shop, the speed of a normal Night Bee was very fast, about twice that of an average adult. If one was not a knight, it would be impossible to dodge it. Most importantly, they were small and poisonous, and their stingers were long. Normal leather armor would not be able to stop them. Heavy leather armors were also too heavy, and it was difficult to catch up with their speed.
He opened the box again and scanned the Night Honeycombs inside. Among the eight, seven of them looked old. Only one of them looked fresh. Its color was slightly brighter, and its surface was stained with a bit of blood.
'Although I can find the Night Honeycomb, I still haven't found the materials I asked Harland for. It seems like I can't find them. It's impossible to find those rare materials in the mortal world. 'Angele shook his head and returned to the shop with the box.
Angele watched as the guards slowly left the alley.
"Grace Medicine Hall is the biggest medicine hall in the city. Are there any other branches in other areas?" Angele asked again.
The officials approached Angele as soon as he stepped into the alley.
It was obvious that Harland had sent someone to collect the Night Honeycomb. The smell of blood was faint, and it seemed like it had been cleaned. However, Angele's senses were much sharper than a normal person's, so he could tell the difference.
The potions were stored in a silver metal bottle. The bottle was about the length of a palm, and the mouth of the bottle was blocked with a brown wooden stopper.
He told Tia not to come to the shop today, and that she needed to rest for two days.
* * *
"Dear Angele, I heard that you've been collecting Night Honeycombs. Why didn't you tell me that you needed them? Did you forget about our friendship?" Harland, who was wearing a white cloak, opened the door and walked to Angele.
"Yes, we don't have any left. The Night Honeycomb you bought last time is the last one we have," the clerk responded politely. "I'm sorry." She bowed and apologized.
"Master Harland?" Angele was a bit surprised, and he looked at the black carriage in the alley.
"I need them, so I'll take them." Angele was excited. He nodded slowly and closed the box.
"Sure."
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