Chapter 9: Secret Medicine.

The mist dispersed, and the starlight gathered.

Karl's figure appeared on the mysterious stone chair engraved with ancient patterns.

Excitement, anxiety, urgency..., all these emotions were suppressed by absolute rationality in an instant.

His expression became indifferent, his brown eyes were calm, and he took out a book from his arms slowly.

"Poison Wolf Breathing Method!"

Breathing methods are divided into ordinary and secret methods.

Anyone can practice ordinary breathing methods, and the level of achievement depends on the talent and fate of the practitioner.

Secret breathing methods are also called bloodline breathing methods, and only those with specific bloodlines can practice them.

The guardian knights of the Holy church and several ancient families in the kingdom all have their own secret breathing methods.

Generally speaking, those who practice ordinary breathing methods will have far lower future achievements than those who practice secret breathing methods.

Practicing ordinary breathing methods, being able to become a knight is already a talent, and it is almost impossible to become a great knight.

Not to mention the legendary knight!

However, the families that practice secret breathing methods have never lacked top powerhouses.

This is why the top of the kingdom has been firmly controlled by several ancient families for hundreds of years.

The Church, with its holy guardian knights, is even more superior.

From ancient times to the present, the top knights have never been civilians.

"Life Seed!"

"Secret Medicine?"

Karl opened the book and, with the help of his exaggerated comprehension ability under absolute rationality, quickly absorbed the essence of the Poison Wolf Breathing Method and determined that there was generally no problem with the breathing method.

The principle of the breathing method is to condense the seeds of life in the human body through various means.

The vitality contained in the seeds of life feeds back to the body, allowing the strength and speed of the practitioner to far exceed the limits of ordinary people.

Eventually, it can reach the level of resisting tigers, tearing jackals apart with bare hands, and even comparable to the ancient beasts in legends.

The secret medicine is a means of assisting practice.

Karl didn't know about other breathing methods, but if there was no secret medicine, the Poison Wolf Breathing Method could not even be started, but once it was started, the dependence on the secret medicine would be greatly reduced until it was no longer needed.

Turning to the records about the secret medicine.

"A pair of fresh wolf eyeballs, 50 grams of wolf brain, snake grass, ruby ​​spider poison sac..."

"No wonder it's so cheap!"

"Although these things are not rare, it is almost impossible to collect them in the black city where entry and exit are prohibited, so naturally there is no way to practice breathing."

After closing the book, Karl thought, his body gradually became ethereal, and he returned to his residence in Sino City.

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The things needed for the secret medicine are not rare, and they can be bought on Rouen Street, but they are very scattered and need to go to many shops. Moreover, things like wolf eyeballs and brain marrow are also very strange to buy separately, which is easy to attract attention.

By the time Karl collected all the things, he had been busy for a long time, and the sun moved westward and gradually set.

"Bang..."

"Puff!"

"Add water, wait until the ruby ​​spider poison sac melts, put in a wolf eyeball, and poke it with a needle..."

In the kitchen, Karl held the book in one hand, turned to the part about making secret medicine, and boiled it according to the records on it.

Various grass stems and special parts of unknown creatures were mixed together, rolling back and forth in the boiling water.

A pungent smell filled the air.

Especially after the poison sac melted, thick smoke rose, and the whole kitchen seemed to be shrouded in fog.

Karl concentrated his attention and did not dare to be careless.

He was not a qualified chef, and he did not know how to mix medicines, so he could only follow the instructions.

"That..."

At this moment, a subtle voice sounded from behind:

"Baron Karl?"

"Mrs. Mary." Karl paused and turned to look: "What's wrong?"

"Oh!"

Looking at the surrounding environment, he suddenly realized: "Did I disturb you?"

"No, I'm fine." The landlady Mary waved her hands hurriedly, and said a little embarrassedly: "It's just... Jenny is about to take the exam for the singing group, can you keep your voice down?"

She added: "If you want to do anything, just leave it to me."

The messy noises, pungent smells, and thick smoke in the kitchen really made it difficult for people to calm down.

"I see." Karl tapped his forehead lightly: "I was wrong. I actually forgot this. So..."

He thought for a moment and said: "I'll finish what I have on hand first. I'll change places next time. Don't worry, I won't disturb Jenny."

"Thank you, thank you!" Mary thanked him hurriedly: "If it's cooking, just leave it to me next time. You don't have to do it yourself."

"It's not cooking." Karl shook his head and refused the other party's help: "It will be ready soon."

"Well... okay."

Seeing the other party's firm attitude, Mary had to withdraw her step into the kitchen and return to the room.

Mary's husband died early, and she did not follow her husband's surname. Her family relatives were all lower-class civilians.

She lived alone with her daughter for many years, and her life was difficult.

Now Jenny has the opportunity to be admitted to the Barrow Singing Group, and may even be integrated into the aristocratic class in the future.

This kind of opportunity must not be missed.

Karl's thoughts turned, and seeing that the secret medicine was about to be finished, he hurriedly took out the prepared glass bottle and poured it into it.

The dark red liquid rolled in the glass bottle. He sniffed it closer and it had a clear smell of blood.

Secret medicine!

It's done.

And such a large amount is enough to be divided into three portions, which should be more than enough for the entry-level practice.

In the Mysterious place.

Karl crossed his legs together, twisted his body into a weird posture, and adjusted his breathing according to the method.

"Gulp..."

A portion of the secret medicine was poured into his mouth.

Not long after, a thin layer of sweat appeared on the surface of his skin, veins on his forehead and neck were bulging, and his breathing became rapid.

Karl felt that his blood seemed to be boiling, and the beating of his heart seemed to break through the limit of his chest.

The blood surged in his body, and he could even hear the sound of "clattering".

Hungry! Hungry! So hungry!

He suddenly opened his eyes, put away his movements and quickly picked up the milk, meat pie and jam prepared on the side.

Under absolute rationality, even if every cell in his body was rebelling, his expression remained the same.

As the food nutrition was taken in, the hunger gradually subsided.

"The amount of three meals!"

"It seems that when practicing breathing techniques, the digestive ability of the stomach and intestines will be greatly improved. I don't feel bloated even if I swallow a lot of food so quickly, and my spirit becomes more active."

Standing up, Karl picked up the broadsword and swung it, and a sense of relief that had always surpassed the past came to his mind.

His strength has increased!

Just one attempt, the first practice, can actually clearly feel the changes in the body.

"Swish!"

Vertical chop!

The broadsword stopped steadily.

Karl rushed forward with the sword in both hands, and the broadsword rolled up a strong wind.

Furious attack!

Iron Gate Style!

Combat Skill - Fierce Wind Slash!

Three afterimages appeared out of thin air, slashing through the void in front of him, faintly bringing out a low sword whistle that broke through the air.

"Three afterimages?"

"My grandfather was born with supernatural power. He could kill the knight's squire without practicing breathing techniques, but he could only cut out three afterimages."

"I am not much worse now than he was back then."

Putting away the broadsword, Karl touched his chin.

Under absolute rationality, he would not have an ecstatic expression, everything was calculated clearly.

But this time, practicing the Fierce Wind Sword Technique was obviously much smoother than before.

In the past, performing swordsmanship was like a child wielding a broadsword. Although it could be performed, it was too strenuous.

It always felt a bit forced.

Now, there is no such feeling.

"Knight's squire!"

"I am now a knight's squire!"

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