Bear School Astartes

Chapter 72: 72. Change Your Mindset

An alcohol beverage rich in vitamins, that’s for a Demon Hunter.

For ordinary people, this potion might not be lethal, but dizziness is inevitable.

The key issue really lies in the concentration.

Lann picked up a dried honeysuckle petal, examining it with a frown.

The active ingredients in raw materials are not evenly distributed on the leaves.

According to Bordeaux’s alchemy notes, the medicinal value of this honeysuckle concentrates mainly at the end of the petals away from the stem.

At about one-fifth of the petal’s base, its medicinal value becomes quite sparse.

This uneven distribution occurs on just one petal of a flower.

Let alone flowers growing in different regions.

While concocting finished products, alchemists mostly rely on their experience and judgment to adjust quantities.

To ensure the potion’s active ingredients stay within a usable concentration.

In the homeland, traditional Chinese medicine mostly uses molecular technology to completely extract medicinal components from herbs.

The compressed tablets are nearly pure medicinal substances!

However, in the environment Lann finds himself in, discussing molecular technology seems a bit unrealistic.

After a brief contemplation, Lann made a decision.

”Mentos, if we abandon our existing chemical experimental approach and follow the local alchemical thinking, how quickly can we learn?”

”It’s estimated that within about ten hours of practice, we will fully master the preparation of [Swallow].”

During these ten hours, most of the time will be spent forming an experience of the active content of the herbs, inputting it into the database.

Alchemists need to spend most of their lifetime honing their proficiency in identifying herbs.

Because they must use their ordinary human senses to perceive everything about the herbs, forming memory.

And if you don’t practice for a day, your hands become unfamiliar, three days without practice and even your mind goes rusty.

But to Lann and Mentos, they can even analyze each petal on a flower as an independent sample.

A large bag of dried petals contains more sample size than a lifetime of an alchemist’s potion-making experience!

After all, they even have to make a potion to know if their hands are precise.

Isn’t it about pursuing experience? Is this amount of experience enough?

Moreover, Mentos’s comprehensive recording ability prevents Lann from experiencing any technical decline.

This strategy is similar to training AI to play Go.

It’s not about discussing thought processes or thinking methods, it’s about piling up sample size.

”Let’s go in this direction, Mentos. If we master more effective methods in the future, we might switch back to precise chemistry, but for now, we need to quickly prepare potions for use.”

”New orders received, transitioning auxiliary work mode... completed. Please begin identifying herbs, increasing data capacity.”

From Alia’s perspective, Lann put down the experimental equipment in his hand.

Instead, he placed the large package of raw materials on the table, poured out all the petals, leaves, and stems.

Then he began to lean over them, observing, lightly smelling, and licking with the tip of his tongue one by one.

The extraordinary senses of a Demon Hunter are a great help in experiments too.

As more herb data is input, the proficiency in [Alchemy] is visibly rising!

The practice of preparing [Swallow] requires ten hours, and on the plan list, Lann also needs to learn [White Rafad], which instantly restores a large amount of health, and the most important antidote [Enhanced White Honey].

But this doesn’t require thirty hours because many of the raw materials for magic potions overlap. With experience in herbs, Mentos estimates all three potions could be stably made in about eighteen to nineteen hours.

The combined use of these three potions is Lann’s ”medical kit” for his surgery preparation.

He agreed with Margaret and the Airetusa Academy and also wanted to slaughter the Head Eater and their buyers behind them.

The power of that buyer, just by looking at their secret port and over a dozen posts, is evident.

To silently deploy resources and manpower into Velen’s remote hills in a medieval period with poor transportation, the opponent is certainly more formidable than Viserad, the lord of Velen!

And what’s the level of Viserad, the lord of a province?

He has nearly a thousand lower-ranking soldiers under him!

This isn’t something a Demon Hunter can handle with a few magic potions, without a doubt...

He needs even more unstoppable power!

”Alia, my experimental approach has changed a bit, you don’t need to scrub test tubes here. Go rest, just remember to bring me food.”

The lively little girl pouted and reluctantly walked outside.

She actually found watching Lann busy here pretty interesting, even not less entertaining than her favorite swordplay.

After all, it’s magic, something only mentioned in bedtime stories by her parents, which Alia held a great deal of curiosity towards.

But having become an attendant, her upbringing also made her realize she should follow her ”adult” instructions.

”But I’m a girl, although acknowledged as an attendant, I’m still a girl! In Westeros, where are there female attendants, so being a bit exceptional must be alright, right!”

The girl, exiting the alchemy classroom door, didn’t obediently go back to rest, but instead leaned at the glass opening of the door, eagerly looking inside.

In this corridor, Airetusa’s female warlock students occasionally passed by.

These female warlock recruits already had some grace of their predecessors... in their fiery clothing and bold personalities.

As they passed by, they always looked at Alia with a subtle glance.

This made the little girl feel a bit shy.

Even though she often resisted her mother’s ”lady education”, leading her father to comment she had ”Blood of the Running Wolf” from the Stark family running through her veins.

But this ”Blood of the Running Wolf” was no help against the bold attire of the female warlock students!

She dared to use her ”needle” to stab the arm of a trafficker on a boat, yet now, she blushed, not daring to look at the teasing warlock students.

Their alluring figures, either slender or curvaceous, faintly visible beneath their clothes.

This sight made it hard for the little girl not to have her attention distracted.

People pursue beauty, especially young females who naturally feel close to the beautiful mature women.

”They... they sure dare to dress! Maybe it’s because magic demands they dress that way?”

Alia scratched her head.

Unaware that the revealing attire was the female warlocks’ satire against worldly prejudices, she only speculated through her fascination with magic.

Lowering her head, the little girl turned around and walked away.

Ultimately, she couldn’t adapt to other people’s teasing gaze.