TL: To be completely honest, I haven’t been drawing for weeks, and yesterday when I did, oh gosh, I realized I haven’t been feeling happy for that few weeks. Next chapter coming in 2-3 hours.
TL: I think I posted this before, maybe, but I can’t remember if I translated it, so here’s the text again.
Jan, Month of Winter Strings 冬琴之月 魅力 Charm
Feb, Month of Breaking Dawn 春晓之月 记忆 Memory
Mar, Month of Revival 复苏之月 精神 Spirit
Apr, Month of Thunder 雷鸣之月 意志 Willpower
May, Month of Lunar Flowers 朔花之月 敏捷 Agility
Jun, Month of Hazy Summer 夏胧之月 通灵 Psyhic
Jul, Month of Books 书卷之月 逻辑 Logic
Aug, Month of Running Fire 流火之月 力量 Power
Sep, Month of Harvest 丰收之月 体质 Physique
Oct, Month of Autumn Dusk 秋暮之月 魔力 Magic
Nov, Month of Frost 霜降之月 智力 Intelligence
Dec, Month of Slumber 沉眠之月天赋 Talent
Chapter 115 – Alchemist’s treasure vault (3)
When Brendel received the ‘Incomplete Luck Essence’, he immediately saw his level bar increase immediately and reached level 7. Since the materials in the Dark Forest were abundant, the method to raise his Alchemist level was effective by using materials that surpassed his levels.
With level 7 Alchemy, he was able to create higher level Mana potions and Magic formations. The potions were naturally more effective, but the materials required were also more unique.
[There are a few recipes to improve the youths’ stats with the recipes I know. It’s even effective for me since I can create a potion that adds 5 Fire Max EP.]
“If only I have the Dragon Blood Moss. It’s a pity I’m lacking this main ingredient.” He muttered to himself.
“What is that?” Felaern asked.
“They are legends stating that places where a large dragon is felled, would have its blood flow into ancient lakes. Bright red moss would grow in abundance beside the lake, and they are known as Dragon Blood Moss. This material can be used to make Potion of Dragon Strength.”
The Wild Elf understood. The Potion of Dragon Strength was as famous as a dragon’s notoriety. There was a definite increase of power for a warrior. Giving a normal person this potion was the rough equivalent of him training for two or three years.
In Brendel’s words, the potion permanently added 5 OZ worth of strength and physique, allowing a normal person to reach an Iron-ranked fighter’s strength immediately.
This potion was exclusively reserved for raising an army, and the nobles fought to obtain this potion whenever it appeared. Its price in the black market was very high, and each potion was about ten thousand Tor coins.
[Ten thousand coins to make an iron-ranked soldier. It’s a waste of money, but considering the time limit, it’s worth the price.]
Brendel did not intend to rely on this item to get rich. The Dragon Blood Moss did not grow abundantly in Aouine and the Dark Forest. The Mana Wave was also about to happen. All potions and magical artifacts were going to drop drastically in value. Meddling with the related transactions was purely causing trouble for himself in the future.
He warned Romaine not to pay attention to the materials related to Magic, but it surprised him to know that she had known about the Mana Wave. Still, she did not know anything about the upcoming Mana Wave that was called as the ‘Waves of Calamity’, which was something that Aouine had never seen before. If she did, then he really needed to ponder about her aunt’s identity.
“My lord, do you know how to create that potion?”
“I do. And I just reached level 7 in alchemy, otherwise, the rate of success would probably be low—” Brendel finally turned back to the youths.
The latter had successfully fought back twelve Rock Panthers and were awarded a temporary respite. But Scarlett and Kodan would be teaching them new things in a short while.
Kodan was in charge of teaching the crucial points of Aouine’s Military Swordsmanship, while Scarlett was more direct. She beat everyone in the two groups she was in charge and left them to experience where they were lacking.
“Level 7 alchemy?” Felaern frowned, wondering if the students taught by wizards talk strangely, but she refrained from expressing her opinions since he was her lord.
“I mean I have attained the required skills to create the potion.” Brendel corrected himself without skipping a heartbeat.
“In my memories, there were not many who were capable enough to make the Potion of Dragon Strength in Port Lopes. It even sells for three thousand coins of our currency. Mercenaries like us could only view it from afar.”
Three thousand Lopes coins could exchange up to fifteen thousand Tor coins. Brendel marveled at the amount.
“The adventures you had must be interesting.”
“Forgive me, my lord. I’m afraid that you might be disappointed to know that we are not exactly the true entities that you’re looking for. Our bodies and memories are created by the Laws of the Planeswalker.”
Brendel looked back at the expressionless maid: “But your memories existed in the past, right? I don’t think Medissa as a fake entity. You are just as real in my heart like your past.”
“I thank you for your words, my lord. Our adventures are not exactly interesting because our goal was to earn money. While it is true we spend it to improve ourselves, what little money we earn is unable to buy such extravagant items.”
“But the Potion of Dragon Strength isn’t really a rare potion,” Brendel said, though he understood that what she said was true. The recipe of the Potion of Dragon Strength was worth at least three million Tor coins.
The current era was actually a generation where Mana had dried up, but the time where it returned would be soon.
“We had to buy weapons and sharpen it repeatedly to prevent them from wearing out. Our armor was sewn back repeatedly. The lives of a mercenary are very hard, and we faced blood and death constantly as though we were going through a surreal dream.”
Brendel was momentarily silent as he reflected on the events in his past life, both in the game and reality: “Life isn’t easy for others as well. Whether they are born as a noble, a king, a merchant, just because they lived in status or wealth doesn’t mean they are satisfied with their lives. Happiness is fleeting. There is no one would who would feel satisfied their whole life. Pain and worry will always be around.”
The two reflected on their endings and they had their own answers. No further words were exchanged.
Lumbering footsteps could be heard and Brendel turned to the source. The gigantic figure of the Fire Claw Lizardman, Ropar, appeared in and out of the dense vegetation. The dark red skin had patches of black mixed into it, appearing no different to the red tree bark around the area. It was a natural camouflage.
When it finally appeared before Brendel, the youth was startled to find a wary expression intermixed with a hint of inquiry: “Is there something, Ropar?”
Brendel summoned the Lizardman Lord on the second day. He had briefly thought about using it on the city’s defenses, but it was hard to explain to the citizens, so he thought it was better to have it on his side.
He also summoned the Fire Claw Lancemen. It was the size of a medium platoon, a total of thirty Lancemen. There were peak Iron-rankers, but Ropar provided the unique ability where all Fire Claw tribe members have a +1 in command, turning them into Fire Claw Assault Lancemen.
The Fire Claw Lancemen were turned into level 32 creatures, entering the classification of a Silver-ranker, getting close to the levels of the Mercenaries of Lopes who were attached with the Dwarven Treasure Card.
These Lizardmen were in charge of outer security. Brendel had told them to let a beast or two to slip past their defenses in order to test the youths.
The results were considered good thus far.
Ropar did not answer and looked at the young lord. It bent down at its waist and placed a cold rock into Brendel’s hand. The creature was nearly two meters and a half tall, with its body’s width two-thirds of its height. He could feel a pressure as though the Lizardman was going to pounce on him when it bent its waist.
But the youth ignored it and stared at the flat sheet of rock instead.
It was almost like a crystal; the body was clear but there were grains across the rock which glowed dimly. It seemed like it was absorbing light and became an impure black.
“Where did you discover this?” Brendel felt a jolt to his spine. This was not a crystal but a hydra’s scale—
‘In a lake.’ Ropar did not speak but drew on the ground with three fingers to let Brendel understand what he meant. Amandina and Dia discovered the lake, and they were the ones who discovered the scale.
[The scale is evidence of a hydra nearby us.]
The history of hydras was that they descended from a gargantuan sea monster, evolved to have legs and bred greatly on land before they were chased off to the Wilderness. There were many hydra variations, for example, the Dark Elves reared a Nine-headed Shadow Hydra as their Warbeast. In Karanjar’s mountains and its nearby islands, the barbaric tribes that lived there worshipped the Five-headed Ancient Hydra as a divine spirit.
A common three-headed hydra was equivalent to a Gold-ranker. If there were five heads their scales had great toughness; nine heads would mean it had unsealed Element powers. The greatest number of heads were twelve, and its body would have shed its mortal self and shaped towards perfection, the Bronze Physique. (TL: Bronze Physique = level 80+, also google images ‘mtg hydra’ without quotes.)
Brendel immediately focused on the scale. The scales had the divine protection of its ancestor and was rated as a precious Alchemy material. Even though the blood of a Hydra could not compare to a dragon’s, but it was obviously much better than a moss. It could be used to make a Potion of Dragon Strength, and the effectiveness was much higher.
He made his decision and stood up, clapping loudly to draw the attention of the people around him.
“We have work to do!”