Ogar Island faces the southern barbarians across the coast. This island of more than 19,000 square kilometers is not only the forward base for the Kingdom of Borui to expand the southern continent, but also the first line of defense against the barbarians. Five major families have built fortresses on Ogar Island.

Each of them stationed 4,000 elite soldiers and handed them over to the ruling family to be responsible for protecting the security of the island. The military operations against the southern barbarians were mainly undertaken by the ruling family.

Erzburg is the residence of the Peter family on Ogar Island. During the period when they were in charge of the Borui Kingdom, the family's high-end combat power was gathered here.

Today, Erzburg's defense is extremely tight, with fully armed guards patrolling continuously, elite swordsmen with one post every five steps, and one sentry every three steps. Two noble knights personally guard the corridor leading to the main hall of the castle, and no one is allowed to do so.

Anyone comes close.

The doors and windows of the hall were closed, and hundreds of water lizard oil candles illuminated the room. The senior members of the Peter family sat around a long table. An old scholar with white hair and beard held a bottle of potion as red as blood and spoke to everyone.

Said: "I carefully studied the formula of the blood-boiling potion, tested it 37 times before and after, improved 6 effective formulas, and replaced a total of 27 kinds of medicinal materials, including using calisu grass to replace heather, and blue spirit mushroom to replace blue heart leaf.

, Regrettably, I have never been able to find a replacement main material..."

"Dear Master Severin, I didn't mean to interrupt you... I don't understand what you said at all, and I don't think anyone here can understand it either." A middle-aged knight wearing mithril armor

He stood up and asked with a sorry smile: "Dear Uncle Severin, has the improvement of the blood-boiling potion been successful?"

The chief pharmacist of the Peter family glared at his nephew and shook his head slightly embarrassed, "The original formula provided by Raymond is perfect. No matter how I modify it, I can't achieve the original effect. The cost of the medicine

On the contrary, it has improved a lot... It is truly a formula left behind by the Chosen One."

Another knight frowned and said: "It seems useless... The power-increasing effect of the blood-boiling potion is not as good as that of the violent potion. Although the production cost is cheaper than the violent potion, the main materials must use gnolls or wolfs.

Spinal fluid... these guys with a keen sense of smell are not easy to catch."

"Gilda, what do you know! You knights can't even take any medicine, so how can you evaluate such a great medicine formula?" The old pharmacist pointed at Viscount Gilda and shouted angrily: "A farmer in his prime can

Carrying a weight of 1,000 pounds, elite soldiers are 1.5 times stronger than ordinary people and can carry a weight of 1,500 pounds. This is the limit of ordinary people. Beyond this limit, it belongs to the extraordinary realm. Soldiers want to reach extraordinary levels or rely on

Divine magic, or taking potions."

"Yes! The violent potion can increase a soldier's strength by more than 60%, while the blood-boiling potion can only increase it by 30% at most. However, the side effects of the violent potion are also very terrible. The powerful strength and violent will make the soldiers have no mercy on their physical strength.

Even with the blessing of divine magic, they can only last for one and a half hours at most, and then they will fall into a weak state and can't even hold the sword. The most terrible thing is that the soldiers who took the violent potion completely lost their sense of pain.

They didn't know how to avoid vital points during the battle, and died inexplicably... The violent potion is simply a suicide potion!"

"It goes without saying that everyone knows how difficult it is to train an elite soldier."

"The blood boiling potion is different!"

"Increasing strength is just a side effect of this potion. It is actually the only potion that enhances perception at present! Well, the blood-boiling potion increases the soldier's strength by 30%, increases the reaction speed by 50%, and weakens the sense of pain. Although it is addictive

The blood will not lose consciousness, and the effect lasts for at least 2 hours. After the drug wears off, the soldier can still maintain 60% of his physical strength. He can take it again after resting for 5 hours."

"Everyone, not every knight squad that attacks the barbarians is accompanied by a battle priest. Since our Peter family came to power, how many family soldiers have died at the hands of the barbarians? And this great potion can allow more warriors to survive

!This is all thanks to little Raymond.”

The old scholar's in-depth explanation of the blood-boiling potion moved the Grand Knight. Duke Peter looked around and asked: "Master Severin, where is the improved formula?"

"The power-enhancing effect has increased, the perception-enhancing effect has decreased, the 7 auxiliary medicinal materials have been changed to 15 medicinal materials, and the production cost has nearly doubled..." The old scholar smiled bitterly and shook his head, "This is not an improvement, this is a weakening!"

"The greatest success is to cover up the original recipe!" said Prince Peter with a smile.

"That's true." Severin smiled and nodded, and said confidently: "Even that old guy Tacitus wouldn't be able to deduce the original formula without testing it thousands of times!"

The five knights who attended the meeting also nodded. As long as the secret of the original formula is kept, the Peter family can take advantage, and the weakened formula can be used in exchange for benefits.

"Where are the other two potions provided by Raymond?" Grand Knight Gilda asked eagerly.

Raymond Peter took a step forward and said politely: "Uncle Gilda, please pay attention to the napkin in front of you."

Gilda lowered her head and looked at the napkin on the table. This napkin was made of wool and fine linen. It was made of exquisite materials and fine workmanship. There was nothing special about it, but its color was not the common white.

, but the same reddish brown color as the dining table. Gilda picked up the napkin and looked at it carefully. He was surprised to find that the reddish brown napkin gradually turned into silvery white, which was exactly the same color as the mithril gauntlet.

"This is pure witchcraft!"

Everyone, including Prince Peter, picked up their napkins and observed the changes in the color of the napkins against different backgrounds.

"The current writing is in the same vein as the writing in the era of the Chosen One. Although the writing in different regions is different, we can still translate it. According to the stone tablet provided by Raymond, this potion is called a color-changing dye." Master Severin.

Wrapping the gold coffee cup with a napkin, waiting for it to turn orange, he continued: "The formula of the color-changing dye cannot be modified in any way. Its main material is the blood of shadow spiders in the swamp, and its auxiliary materials are also common swamps.

Plant. As for its effect and value... I don’t need to say more!”

Gilda couldn't put it down while playing with the color-changing napkin and murmured: "With this color-changing dye, our operations on the south bank will be more concealed, and the possibility of a successful raid will be greater."

"Assassination has also become more deadly!" Another knight said solemnly: "It is not limited to military operations on the south bank, it has wider applications." After saying that, he stood up and bowed to Duke Peter: "Sir,

The formula of the dyeing agent must not be leaked!"

Can't leak it? That means killing people and silencing them.

The high-ranking knights of the Peter family were talking a lot, supporting Yoern's suggestion both inside and outside their words. Duke Peter and Raymond looked at each other and said with a smile: "Everyone, please be patient. I know you are all looking forward to the last one."

The effect of the potion." The Duke flicked his finger, and the purple and gold bell on the table made a pleasant sound. The wooden door of the hall was opened, and two tall and strong nobles walked in. One looked about thirty years old, and the other

He was a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old. The gazes of the five high-ranking knights made them pause for a moment, and then they bowed to the senior members of the family.

"Gerhart, you have indeed been promoted to knight! Very good...really good! Very good!" A senior knight suddenly stood up and said "good" three times. The more mature one

The noble also trembled slightly with excitement, "Yes, father... I finally became a knight."

"Count Nikolai, congratulations on the addition of another knight to your family." Duke Peter first bowed his head to the great knight Nikolai, and then said to his son: "Gerhart, I also congratulate you on your successful promotion.

I will make up for the gifts later, but now we want to know how many bottles of recovery potion you have taken in total?"

"Dear Master, I will keep your kindness in mind." Gerhard gave a respectful knight's salute, raised his head and said: "Everyone knows that I once took ten bottles of energy potions but failed to resonate with the bottom 12 elemental positions.

.I thought I would only be a trainee knight all my life. It was the Duke's recovery potion that changed my destiny!"

"For this promotion, I took a total of 7 bottles of recovery potion. In fact, I was successful when I took the first bottle of recovery potion. The fighting spirit stimulated by the recovery potion is not as violent and difficult to control as the energy potion. It is closely related to my own

There is no difference in the fighting spirit. It is both lively and gentle. It moves according to the heart, like an arm's command. Under the continuous and continuous impact of the fighting spirit, the dimmest wind element position is lit up. "

"However, this is not the end. In the next three months, under the guidance of Master Severin, I took 7 bottles of recovery potions one after another. 5 of my 12 middle elemental bits resonated. If there are enough

With the recovery potion, I may not be able to resonate with the 25th elemental position and become a great knight, but I will definitely become a senior knight with the 24th elemental position!"

"This is impossible!" Great Knight Gilda couldn't help shouting.

The more elemental bits that resonate, the stronger the knight will be. However, any knight who is promoted by relying on refining potions and energy potions cannot resonate with more elemental bits. They have no potential for advancement and can only be junior trainee knights.

Or a knight. If what Gerhardt said is true, the effect of the recovery potion is nothing short of miraculous.

At the instruction of Duke Peter, Gerhardt silently circulated his fighting spirit. The Silver Knight communicated with the void elements, and the extraordinary knights of the Peter family naturally noticed that Gerhardt resonated with 17 elemental bits. There was a strange silence in the conference room.

The advent of the recovery potion has greatly enhanced the family's strength and will also change the existing power structure.

Knights with low bloodline can be promoted by drinking medicine. How can it be embarrassing for them, the great knights who are promoted naturally? How should the new forces within the family be balanced?

Master Severin saw the worry about gains and losses of the great knight of the family. He smiled slightly, pointed at such a young noble and said: "Akeem, 18 years old, is a child of the Hoffmann family of the Eastern Alliance. His knight blood is very good.

Thin, it took 9 top-level refining potions to stimulate fighting spirit. Then he took 17 bottles of recovery potions, which resonated with 11 elemental bits, but the last wind elemental bit remained motionless. This shows that recovery potions cannot help the knight cross the bloodline.

limit."

The five knights remained calm, but the stiff atmosphere relaxed. Severin's nephew smiled and asked: "Oh, this is such a pity...Uncle, why is this happening?"

Master Severin said angrily: "The quality and total amount of fighting spirit, as well as the elemental position are related to blood. The fighting spirit of high-blooded knights is like a lake, and the fighting spirit of low-blooded knights is like a water tank. The water of the lake is used to flush the elemental positions naturally.

Is it easy? The water tank stores so much water, how many elemental positions can it resonate with? It restores the balance of the four systems of fighting spirit inspired by the potion, but the first bottle has the best effect, the second bottle has the effect halved, and the third bottle reduces it again

Half, the fourth bottle is useless, so you can only take three bottles in a row every day. The water tank is filled less than twice, and the total amount is still limited, but it is many times more powerful than the energy potion!" Master Severin frowned.

, and then said: "Have you not discovered the true purpose of the recovery potion?"

The high-ranking knights of the Peter family were shocked and cast an inquiring look at Duke Peter. Duke Peter nodded slightly and said: "It has been tested. The recovery potion can replenish the knight's fighting spirit in battle. This is a combat potion specially used for knights.

!It means that we high-level knights have more sustained explosive power."

The great knight Gilda lowered her eyelids and held the mithril dagger at her waist. Duke Peter knocked on the table and said: "The recovery potion must be taken out and shared with the four major families!" Gilda let go of the dagger and pointed at the man.

The young nobleman shouted: "Boy, you are very lucky!"

The young Akeem was completely unaware that he had made a circle at the door of hell. He saluted happily: "Thank you for your cultivation. I swear allegiance to the Peter family!"

Prince Peter nodded and ordered: "Gerhardt, take Akeem down to rest."

"As you command, my master." Gerhard and Akeem saluted at the same time, then held his shoulders and walked out, "Let's go, lucky Akeem."

The door closed again. Duke Peter thought for a while and asked: "Master Severin, as far as I know, potion is derived from the potions of the God's Chosen. Since the recovery potion is the legacy of the God's Chosen, why not

Like a potion, does it require witchcraft to refine? I’ve never heard of its reputation?”

"You want to ask if there are any other families who master the recovery potion?"

Duke Peter nodded slightly. Master Severin thought for a while, shook his head and said: "I'm really not sure about this. The church has hidden too many historical truths. Maybe the church doesn't want to see the knights and nobles increase in strength, maybe God

The Chosen One deliberately suppressed the potential of city-state knights, or the Chosen One was overthrown just after the recovery potion was developed... I think the sources of these three potions should be able to give us some hints."

Peter turned his head and ordered: "Raymon, these three potions are of great importance. Tell all the adults here their sources."

"Yes, father." Raymond stood up and said, "Three years ago, I made a mistake..."

"Be more detailed." Prince Peter said calmly.

Seeing his father's unquestionable look, Raymond gritted his teeth and said, "More than three years ago, I trusted the butler's rumors and thought that reducing the number of elf-blooded nobles would stimulate the sword master's bloodline, so I sent people to assassinate the elf-blooded nobles, which eventually led to

I made a big mistake. My father deprived me of my inheritance rights, and the gang leader who worked for me also absconded. His name is Red Beard, and he is the leader of the Blood Hand Brotherhood. Ten months ago, Red Beard sneaked into Ogar Island. He contacted
To be continued...