Chapter 202: Terrifying Potions

Mir glanced sideways, looking at the embarrassed Silas, and said with a smile, "Don't be nervous; I don't have any ill intentions. Yesterday, I heard you were from the Holy Blood Church, and I had a feeling you might know Jeros."

Silas pondered for a moment, then nodded. "Master Jeros was the one who guided me into the Church. I am very grateful to him."

"As expected," Mir said with his hands behind his back, a look of understanding on his face.

Silas asked calmly, "Did you deduce this from the fact that I had used a potion?"

"Yes, because in the Bellandt Empire, only Jeros can accurately control the dosage and allow an ordinary person to survive after using a potion."

Silas recalled Jeros's confidence and composure when he had him use the potion and felt deep admiration in his heart.

"Do you think it's possible for ordinary people to use potions?" Mir suddenly asked.

Silas was silent for a moment, then, combining his own experience, said, "If it can be sufficiently improved, it should be fine, right?"

Mir didn't answer and continued to walk forward quietly.

While they were talking, Silas had already followed Mir up the stairs to the independent area in that corner from yesterday.

"This is my mystical workshop. For a period of time in the future, this will be your main workplace," Mir said, pushing open the door and walking in.

Silas pondered for a moment and then followed him in.

The room had a very pungent smell of medicine. It was about one hundred square meters in area, with neat display cabinets placed around.

These cabinets were made of glass, and inside them were various small black bottles of different shapes.

These small bottles had exquisite labels on them and were arranged neatly. There seemed to be at least several hundred bottles.

Beside them, four apprentices were holding linen cloths, carefully wiping the glass of these display cabinets.

Silas followed behind Mir with a calm expression, not looking around too much.

This layout was within Silas's expectations; there was no need to look too much.

Mir didn't take Silas upstairs but stood by the south-facing window, from where he could just see the beautiful flowerbed and statue in front of the castle.

"To reach the position of auxiliary bishop at such a young age, you must be a smart person. You know why you're here, right?" Mir asked calmly, looking out the window.

Silas nodded calmly. "Calling me over was to test those ministers' reactions to me. If the reaction was too intense, you would step in to resolve the situation, bring me here to be under your surveillance and command, thereby appeasing public sentiment."

"Her Majesty has already spoken to me about the conditions you proposed. Then my question is, what is the Church's purpose in doing this?" Mir asked without turning his head.

Silas answered eloquently with a composed expression, "For the stability of the northeastern province. Many cults now want to use this place as a springboard to enter the Bellandt Empire. For safety, the Kingdom of Guinness must be stable."

Mir continued to ask, "Then do you know about the grudge between our Kingdom of Guinness and the Church?"

"I know a little."

"Then you still dare to step into our kingdom alone and state your identity?"

Hearing this, Silas slowly straightened his back and said with a confident and sonorous voice, "Because I have sincerity, means, and benefits."

Mir turned his head, his pair of golden vertical pupils staring at Silas. "Then first show sufficient sincerity, sufficient means, and sufficient benefits."

"Naturally, no problem!" Silas raised his chin slightly, exuding an indescribable air of elegance.

Along the way, that cautious and prudent Silas had grown sufficiently. Now, he had the courage and confidence to stand tall before this master witcher.

Mir's body also turned around. His gaze, as sharp as two daggers, slowly cut across Silas. After a few seconds, the corners of his mouth slightly curved upwards. "Come with me."

Silas followed him up the stairs on the side to the second floor.

Just as he reached the second floor, Silas faintly heard heart-wrenching howls.

These howls contained no mystical elements but were extremely tragic and horrifying, making Silas's heart shudder.

But this sound was not on the second floor; it seemed to be coming from above.

"Your soundproofing system here doesn't seem to be very good," Silas said with a smile.

Mir sighed. "Maybe he's just screaming too loudly. This place already uses the best soundproofing materials. It used to be an execution chamber for capital punishment; later, I converted it into a laboratory."

Silas's heart skipped a beat, and he looked around.

The space on the second floor was much larger than the first. Upon entering, there was a living room of about sixty square meters.

On the north side of the living room was a corridor leading to both sides.

At this moment, many apprentices were walking back and forth, either holding herbs or transporting cleaned distillation flasks, beakers, and other experimental containers.

The two did not linger on the second floor and went directly to the third floor.

The third floor was already the top here. The layout of the entire third floor was similar to the second, with a large hall in the middle, but it was clearly visible that the wall on the left side of the corridor was much thicker than the right side.

"Master, the experiment is about to begin," a woman in her thirties walked over and said steadily.

"This is one of my capable assistants, named Marvel," Mir introduced.

Silas nodded. "Hello."

Marvel nodded slightly, her expression cold.

Subsequently, the three walked to the second door on the left side of the corridor.

It was a metal iron door, very tightly sealed, like the hatch of a spacecraft.

"Hydraulic pump technology should have been used," Silas had seen a similar door in the basement of McCork Clinic.

"Was the Inferior Shark Potion you used concocted?" Mir asked.

Silas shook his head. "I don't know. The battle had just ended at that time, and Master Jeros suddenly gave it to me. It probably wasn't concocted."

Mir glanced at Silas, placed his hand on the door, and as spiritual energy flowed in, a series of complex runes lit up on the door.

Pfft!

A second later, accompanied by a burst of steam, the large door actually opened.

"Fingerprint lock!?" Silas was very shocked to see this.

This thing was very similar to the fingerprint doors of researchers in science fiction movies.

Inside the door, Silas saw Tess, still unconscious.

Marvel took out a black potion bottle, walked over, squatted down, pried open Tess's mouth, and poured it in.

Then she took out a notebook and began to record.

"Twelfth trial of Inferior Lion Potion begins. Expected result: target will die in fifteen seconds, but muscle strength will increase threefold."

Mir explained, "This is the Lion Potion I concocted. While ensuring the effect, the toxicity has been minimized as much as possible. The toxicity of the Shark Potion you took was 15, while this Inferior Lion Potion is only 10."

Here, after the Inferior Lion Potion was consumed, the unconscious Tess suddenly opened his eyes, then clutched his neck with both hands and let out an incredibly brutal scream.

Silas frowned slightly, cast a Mantra of Serenity on himself, and then watched quietly, unmoved.

At this moment, it could be seen that all of Tess's blood vessels had turned pitch black, and his pupils had shrunk so much they were almost invisible.

The pitch-black blood vessels bulged, the muscles in his limbs writhed violently as if alive, and his heart beat violently like a drum.

"Kill… please… kill… me!" Tess said with difficulty, and then his writhing muscles began to swell.

In the blink of an eye, his body had swelled by a full three sizes, suddenly transforming from an ordinary person into a muscle giant.

Thump!

In no more than ten seconds, the drumming sound stopped abruptly. Tess suddenly spat out a large mouthful of pitch-black blood, and his huge body slumped to the ground.

Marvel calmly recorded, "Heart unable to withstand the load, exploded."

Pfft! Pfft!

At this moment, those bulging black blood vessels suddenly burst like a string of firecrackers, and pitch-black, ink-like blood splattered everywhere in the room.

However, this was not the end. Just when Silas thought he was dead, Tess suddenly opened his eyes and once again let out that incomparably terrifying scream, "Kill me! Please kill me!"

While struggling, crisp cracking sounds were heard. Silas knew this was the consequence of his bones being unable to withstand the strong muscles and being torn apart by them.

After the blood vessels burst, it was the muscles…

Three minutes later, Tess had turned into a pile of unrecognizable minced meat.

Marvel put down her notebook, turned to Mir, and said, "Teacher, the minimum dosage experiment has completely failed. The idea of ordinary people using potions is unachievable."