Alchemical Items and Universal Potion Recipe

In the early morning hours, Ron's drowsiness dissipated, and he hurriedly checked the system's intelligence.

"Alchemist?" Ron's eyes widened in disbelief. Alchemists, like mage pharmacists, are one of the subsidiary professions of magicians. Mage pharmacists excel at creating magical potions, while alchemists specialize in crafting alchemical items. For instance, the statue of the Creator Goddess displayed in the church of Kula City is a medium-sized alchemical item. It can invigorate the clergy, calm their minds, and even slightly enhance their practice effects.

"Did this alchemist leave behind a low-grade, harmless alchemical item?" Ron was even more astonished upon seeing the second piece of intelligence. Not all alchemical items can be used casually. There are many sinister alchemical items that require some form of payment when used. Some demand money, others require luck, and some even demand life force. High-grade eerie alchemical items can autonomously operate and affect the surrounding people just by being present, without anyone paying the price. In folktales, many horror stories revolve around such evil alchemical items.

The alchemical item left behind by the alchemist named Harrington, although low-grade, is a very rare harmless alchemical prop. This means that even ordinary people can touch or use it.

"Thank you, Master Harrington, you are truly a kind person," Ron silently expressed his gratitude. Tomorrow, when he returns, this alchemical item will be his.

Next, Ron looked at the third, fourth, and fifth pieces of intelligence, and immediately felt a chill run through his scalp.

"Die from a burst body? Damn it, rumors can be deadly!" Ron was terrified, breaking out in a cold sweat and feeling a wave of fear. Previously, there were rumors that elemental fruits could be consumed directly. This notion was widespread, so Ron had taken it for granted. At noon, if he hadn't been waiting for the breathing method, he would have considered swallowing it on the spot.

"Fortunately, I didn't eat it, or else…" Ron exhaled a breath of stale air, feeling lucky.

However, when he saw the "Click to Expand" at the end of the fourth piece of intelligence, he couldn't help but be taken aback.

"Is there such a function?" Ron had been using the system for over ten days, and this was the first time he had seen intelligence that could be expanded. Thus, he tentatively tapped it with his mental power in his mind. The next second, a sub-panel appeared.

[Mandy Empire Universal Nutritional Potion]

[Preparation Method: Add auxiliary drugs and simmer over low heat for half an hour.]

[Auxiliary Ingredients Recipe: Pure water one hundred grams, honey ten grams, five mint leaves, thirty grams of mammal blood, ten grams of dried bone powder…]

[Final Product: Light yellow viscous liquid]

[Consumption Method: Before each practice of the breathing method, take one gram of high-concentration nutritional ointment, mix it with hot water at a ratio of one to one hundred, and stir evenly before consumption]

"Can intelligence be used like this?" Ron was stunned, feeling a flash of insight in his mind, as if he was about to grasp something. But then, the inspiration disappeared.

"Perhaps, I should take the time to study these pieces of intelligence carefully in the future…" Ron thought to himself, but since the inspiration was gone, he didn't force it. Instead, he continued to read the remaining five pieces of intelligence.

"Barto's condition worsened? Good, good, good, the old bastard better die soon."

"Family doctor Liton? This identity seems very important…"

"Butler Pok? That guy who made Barto wear a green hat? Then maybe the previous plan can…"

"Mirraf, that disgusting wretch, I will kill you and Barto together sooner or later."

"Wait, the thief guild? In such a small place as Hippo Town, there are actually people from the thief guild?"

Ron's mind was filled with thoughts. After organizing all the intelligence and making sure nothing was missed, he closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.

At the same time, on the other side, in Barto's bedroom.

"Pok, you damned guy, haven't you found my wallet yet?" Barto lay in bed, sweating on his forehead and his face flushed red. He was running a low fever and his eyes were dizzy, but he still scolded loudly.

The butler Pok couldn't help but look bitter.

"I'm sorry, sir, I've sent more people to look for it, and I believe we will definitely find your wallet."

In reality, however, he was cursing inside. The Barto family was a well-known wealthy family in Hippo Town. They could easily take out dozens of gold coins with just a flick of their fingers. Yet, the miserly Barto still clung to that wallet. It had been lost for a whole day, and the farmland had been turned upside down. The slaves who went out that day had also been checked carefully, with no trace of the wallet. If everything went as expected, the wallet would not be found. But if he really replied to Barto like this, he would definitely be punished. So, Pok could only continue to deceive Barto with a stiff upper lip.

"What about the person who set the trap? Haven't you found them either?" Barto asked indignantly, and Pok's eyes twitched as he bent over even more.

"Uh… Sir, none of the nearby farmers admit to doing it."

Barto immediately became furious and cursed viciously.

"Waste, you can't even handle such a trivial matter, what use are you to me!"

"You're wasting the Barto family's money, get out of here now!"

Upon hearing this, Pok felt as if he had been granted a pardon and hurriedly backed out.

At this moment, Dr. Liton, who had been silently checking Pok's wound healing, frowned deeply.

"Dr. Liton, what's wrong?" Barto asked nervously upon seeing this.

"Mr. Barto, to be frank, your condition is very bad. You need to go to Kula City immediately to find a more professional senior doctor for treatment," Liton said seriously. Just now, when he removed the bandage to check, he found that Barto's wound had become red and swollen, expanding by a circle. Moreover, there were signs of pus at the wound, and a foul smell could be detected upon closer inspection. This situation clearly indicated inflammation and infection, with the filth penetrating deep into the bone marrow. There must be no more luck-taking mentality; it is imperative to seek treatment from a professional doctor.

"Ah? Is my condition very serious?" Barto also became nervous. Although he was despicable and shameless, he still valued his life, so he hurriedly asked.

"Then who do I need to find? Dr. Gavin? How much consultation fee does he charge?" Liton raised his eyebrows. At this point, he still had to ask how much the consultation fee was. However, Liton still answered.

"Dr. Gavin's house call fee is at least one gold coin."

"How much? One gold coin?"