Chapter 13: Concentrating and Incense
the next day.
Alan finally crossed that threshold.
As for the details, he was not interested in recalling them.
He had more important things to worry about.
As his practice deepened, he found that his personality was gradually shifting towards that of an ogre.
Particularly interested in food, violence and sex.
While training at the school's martial arts gym, he nearly accidentally injured a classmate due to a sudden impulse of violence.
Instructor Carter did not blame him for being too harsh.
The instructor is an experienced person and knows that "atavistic meditation" can affect a person's character.
Especially young beginners.
The mind is not mature enough and the three views have not yet been formed.
It is easy to be influenced by the ancestral spirits and sometimes forget the bottom line as a human being.
This is all understandable.
It’s just that the people standing at this crossroads make different choices.
Instructor Carter and Ms. Sora both believe that a sorcerer must separate the spiritual world of meditation from real life.
In meditation, you can do whatever you want.
Because it won't really hurt anyone.
However, in reality, please live like a human being and respect the morals and laws of human society.
This is the "orthodox" view in the warlock world.
The reason why it is put in quotation marks is that this concept full of moral self-discipline has not been universally implemented in reality.
Many sorcerers say one thing on the surface, but do another behind the scenes.
Especially when it comes to the civilian class, they have the power of life and death and abuse them at will. They are just like a group of human demons, with no sign of curbing their nature.
Alan didn't want to become a beast like that.
However, he had to admit that the mentality he developed in meditation had affected his way of thinking in real life.
Always look at other people's words and actions from the most selfish and malicious perspective.
Allen didn't want to go to extremes.
In order to cultivate his mind and character, he went to the "Glass Garden" every day to learn flower cultivation and potion , and collected poisonous plants.
Over the past month, his poison resistance bar has increased significantly.
It’s not far from reaching level 3 poison resistance.
The principal was very satisfied with his diligent and studious attitude.
He was taught without reservation how to collect a variety of medicinal herbs, including the mind-concentrating pollen, and to refine various potions.
This includes the "Primary Meditation Potion".
"The success rate for a novice making a potion is very low."
"Go back and practice more. Don't be impatient."
The principal always said this to Alan.
At first, Allen thought it was reasonable.
I'm not a genius in making medicine, so how can I succeed right away?
However, when he got home and tried it, he discovered something horrible !
Excuse me.
I am such a genius!
The common sense of pharmacy does not apply to him at all!
In fact, Alan didn't have to worry about the ratio of the ingredients of the medicinal materials, nor did he have to bother with boiling the medicine and controlling the heat.
There was only one thing he had to do.
It just means gathering together the raw materials stated on the medicine formula, stuffing them all into your mouth, and eating them.
After that, the various medicinal herbs would react in his stomach.
Under the magical micro-control of the "Taotie System" , the finished medicine is automatically transformed into the desired effect!
In other words, with the support of the Taotie system, his stomach itself is a fully automatic universal alchemy furnace!
What’s even more amazing is that Allen’s own digestive juices, such as the most easily accessible saliva, can serve as a universal solvent and harmonizer.
Adding a drop of saliva to the properly proportioned raw materials can greatly increase the success rate of refining the medicine!
This means that he has one more trump card.
When necessary, you can use this unique skill to make money and create a respectable identity for yourself as a "pharmacist".
People like pharmacists who have a skill can make a living no matter where they are.
The social status of a skilled alchemist is even not inferior to that of a warlock of noble blood.
After all, warlocks can get injured, poisoned, or sick.
In this world where the church is suppressed and divine magic is almost extinct, if a warlock is not good at medical magic, he can only seek help from the professional skills of a pharmacist.
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Two months of peaceful time passed in the small town in a blink of an eye.
As summer turns to autumn, the weather turns cooler.
There is no sound of cicadas outside the window.
The leaves have turned yellow.
There was also a hint of desolation in the wind.
On Allen's desk, there is a small bronze incense burner.
In the incense burner, there is a small piece of dry honeycomb-like object.
It is dark green in color and has a bitter, herbal smell.
He made this incense according to the method taught by the principal. He collected pollen and flower leaves of the flower, mixed them with mint, basil, rosin and other auxiliary ingredients, mashed them into a paste, and air-dried them to make the incense.
In addition, he also added some of his unique seasonings.
To be exact, it was a mouthful of spit.
It's just this mouthful of spit.
The difficulty of refining the incense for concentration is greatly reduced.
The yield rate increased from less than 10% to 100%.
Alan opened the tinderbox and lit the incense.
A light green smoke.
It floats out through the holes in the incense burner's lid.
The room was soon filled with a fresh scent.
Like the grass after the rain, the fragrance of soil and dew.
There are two benefits of using incense to focus your mind.
First, it can enable practitioners to enter a meditative state faster.
Second, it reduces the loss of mental energy during meditation.
Under normal circumstances, Allen could only meditate for an hour and a half at most.
With the help of incense, it is easy to break through two hours.
Close your eyes and breathe in the herbal aroma.
Alan entered the meditative state with ease.
A long river of blood, shining like stars, flows in his consciousness space.
A familiar cluster of starlight floated away from the river and merged into his spiritual world.
What a coincidence!
Alan raised his eyebrows.
He had experienced this ancestral memory before.
It was the second meditation, the ogre who was born in the big forest.
When he first brought in this ancestral memory, he lacked experience.
He only lived for one month. When he went hunting with his mother for the first time, he was accidentally left alone and was bitten to death by a pack of hungry wolves.
The painful feeling of being torn apart by a pack of wolves once gave him nightmares.
Times are different now.
Alan has experienced too many lives as an ogre and has accumulated rich survival experience.
It's time to change your destiny!
The time from birth to weaning is peaceful and boring.
In the blink of an eye, the little ogre played by Allen is already one month old.
The day has come again for me to go out and explore the world with my mother.
The strong sense of déjà vu made him feel excited.
Including him, there are five little ogres in total.
They all look chubby and cute.
Alan is the strongest cub among them.
Because he always gets the milk first.
And he knew how to make his mother happy and get the most love.
Before he had eaten and drunk his fill, his other brothers and sisters could only watch helplessly from the sidelines.
The second strongest little ogre in the lair, he was jealous of Alan's special treatment.
I once bared my teeth at him and challenged him.
Alan gave the idiot a good beating.
A stone knocked out her milk teeth, and her mouth was filled with blood.
She was beaten so hard that she became incontinent.
From then on, no one in the nest dared to show his teeth to him.
The beaten little ogre was subdued by him and taken in as his dog.
Whoever Alan asked her to hit, she would rush up and bite.
If she survived to adulthood, she would have the honor of becoming one of Allen's spouses.
