"No problem, I guess I can get one or two Jintale, which will take about two weeks to get it. You don't have to pay, Dad, I have money."

Romon waved his big hand, which seemed to be careless, and a trace of fleshy pain flashed across his face.

"The beating willow is very common in the northern part of the city-state near the Lar Mountains. However, few people need the tubers of that thing. It is difficult and useless. Ordinary demon hunting teams go around directly."

As Ace expected, Romon readily agreed to take the job of asking for and buying the willow canopy tuber.

He still had a lot of money left for selling heavy armor, and Ace was not very pretentious, after all, he was his own father. After he compiled the dictionary and obtained citizenship, he took his whole family to the first block to let Romon live a civic family life again.

The tavern that Romon often goes to. The tavern itself has no name, and the owner is Connie, who is a thin old man.

When Old Connie was young, he fought with monsters, and was bitten off his leg and pretended to be a wooden prosthetic leg. Because it often hurts on rainy days, he often needs to drink alcohol to relieve pain. Under the encouragement of his comrades, he simply opened a tavern.

"Brother Connie, I'll give you a glass." Romon sat on the bar, took a bottle of wine, and poured a glass for Connie.

"When did you Romon invite me to drink? What family heirloom wants to take action?" Connie took the wine and said loudly.

"Sound it, let it be. Brother, I'm very embarrassed to say that, I want to make a piece of tubers on the canopy of the willow tree to try it."

"What's the point to try? Hitting the willow is a troublesome thing. A whole tuber is not cheap."

"Brother, I said it, you can't laugh at me."

Connie's face was full of curiosity. With his big mouth, he probably couldn't keep any secrets.

"Speak quickly, talk quickly, brother, I'm famously strict with myself."

"So that's it, no problem, no problem, family harmony is the first. The price is not cheap, you have Jintale ready."

"Then I'll trouble you."

Romon and Connie chatted for a while and left the tavern staggeringly.

"Brother, what are you talking to Romon?" Several veterans saw that Romon had left and stepped forward to inquire.

"Can't say, can't say."

"Brother, let's drink."

After a few glasses of wine.

"You guys can't tell me about it. Romon's side is not good. I heard that beating willow tuber is useful, so I need to try it."

"This thing is troublesome and definitely not cheap!"

"It's just that it's not cheap, so it can be really useful. Otherwise, let's try it back, hehe..."

A few days later, news that beating the willow tuber was conducive to family harmony spread in the tavern. Romon ignored the strange eyes of others, and he had already thought about it. The formula for the medicine prepared by his son must be kept confidential. It is still necessary to make some smoke and confuse others.

Two weeks later, Ace received a large piece of willow canopy tuber and kept it in a dry and dark place.

He has not been idle for this period. By reading related books, he learned about the formula of some calming medicines, went to the market to purchase a lot of calming the mind, caught many little mice, tied them up, and prepared to start an experiment.

According to the medicinal properties, he combined ten different recipes, cut the tubers down small pieces, killed the crystals taken out by the panic crow and ground them into powder, mixed them in a three-to-one ratio, and boiled them into a paste with different auxiliary materials. Four of them were green, and the other colors turned black.

Ace forced the paste to the captured mice. The three died on the spot, and the other few ate the black porridge for not having survived for half an hour.

The four little mice who ate green and porridge were not dead for the time being. Ace tied them up and hung them on the beam of the house with a long rope to stay for observation.

The library work has ended, and he received ten silver tale rewards and decapitation once. Now, except for going to Teacher Peter to compile the dictionary during the day, he always comes back to do experiments at night. The little mice all had fevers of varying degrees, and in the end none of them could hold on.

Ace used parchment to record the experiment in detail. According to the existing experimental data analysis, the blackened formula is a wrong formula and can be recorded as a poison.

The formula for greening should be useful. Whether the formula ratio needs to be adjusted or the dose is reduced, it needs to be tested again.

After a while, dead mice often appeared in Ace's room. He carefully took the dead mice out to burn and bury them every morning. The neighbors in the Eighth Block began to spread the legend that the Romon family liked to eat mice.

Finally, Ace prepared a gelatinous potion with green color. After eating it, the little mouse had a slight fever, but did not die.

He conducted group tests, testing the same content on mice that consumed the drug and mice that did not consume the drug.

It was found that the little mice who ate the drug were more agile, had a stronger memory, and were smarter. Then several sets of experiments came to ensure that the drug was stable, Ace decided to eat it himself.

He took a puff at the dosage of the little mouse. After confirming that it had no effect, he insisted on taking it three times a day at the dosage of the little mouse. After half a month passed, Ace felt that his memory, reaction speed, and association ability were rapidly improved.

The most direct manifestation is that the dictionary compilation work is progressing rapidly, and in more than half a month, the common vocabulary can be completed.

The autumn is clear and the hottest season has passed. Every Sunday is a rest day, also called the God King Day. It is said that the seventh day after the formation of the world is the birth of the God King Knoans.

Ace didn't go anywhere today, and took a nap at home. After waking up in a daze, he skillfully took a sip of emerald potion.

After swallowing it, Ace suddenly felt extremely hot, had a splitting headache, and was not breathing smoothly. He struggled like a drowning, and for a long time, his eyes seemed to be pitch black.

"Huh! Huh!" After a long time, Ace, who had stopped struggling, suddenly breathed heavily and could finally breathe. He felt dry mouth and slowly got up from the bed. He wanted to pick up the pottery cup and drink some water, but saw the pottery cup flying up flutteringly.

"Bang!"

The pottery cup fell to the ground, and a gap broke out from the mouth of the cup, and the water inside flowed out of a pool.

Ace looked at everything in front of him in disbelief. He had long forgotten that he had a dry mouth and concentrated on trying to make the pottery cup fly. The pottery cup was staggering like a baby who had just learned to walk, gradually becoming skillful, and circled around Ace, and the corners of his mouth almost reached the back of his head.

As the pottery cups flew in the room, small objects flew up wherever they went, as if they were playing a cheerful serenade.

"Crash!"

The object flying happily suddenly fell, and the cheerful serenade stopped abruptly and broke all over the floor. Ace rolled around with his head held on the bed, and he felt a splitting headache, as if someone kept smashing his head with a heavy hammer.

After a long time, it was already dark outside, and Ace relieved. At this time, Marina came in. She was surprised to see the broken ground. She didn't understand what happened to her son who was always precocious and steady. "Do you have suffered a grievance? Don't keep it in your heart and talk to your mother."
Chapter completed!