Although Kariel kept complaining, she didn’t stop Loran from tidying up the room.
Before long, a cozy little room had been cleaned up.
Next to the fluffy bed, a magic desk lamp had been thoughtfully placed, emitting a warm, yellow light.
After finishing all this, Loran didn’t feel tired at all.
In this world, magic power also enhances a person’s physical strength.
High-level mages are equally capable of lifting thousands of pounds.
As for warriors, through specialized training, they further utilize magic power to strengthen their bodies, with some even able to take spells head-on with their faces.
It’s a face as thick as a city wall.
While Loran was tidying up the bed, Kariel had already started wandering around the workshop.
She had been curious about Loran’s potion-making skills for a long time.
Especially that Vigorous Potion.
Although she wasn’t a potion master, as an alchemy item merchant with a century of experience, she had seen more potions than the amount of milk Loran had drunk.
But she had never drunk a potion that tasted this good.
Compared to brewing a potion well, being able to brew one that tastes good is truly impressive.
Even the most ordinary ailment-curing potions are composed of all sorts of strange ingredients, such as phosphorus lizard skin, bubble grass, blood bee jelly…
Therefore, the taste of potions is always indescribable.
The top-tier, mildest Holy Spirit potions are at best like water.
And you can’t add sugar to them, or it will reduce their efficacy.
With Loran, however, it was the opposite; she still couldn’t forget the taste of that milk-peach juice.
Especially that rich milky aroma; even she, having visited the royal farm’s milk sources, couldn’t find such excellent dairy products.
“It’s really hard to imagine that such a simple alchemy workshop could produce such delicious potions.”
Kariel looked at the potion cauldron Loran usually used; it looked like a fire elemental crystal plate with a big-bellied cauldron welded onto it.
It had no amplification runes, no enchantments, and certainly no advanced adjustment tools.
The only tool was a spoon used for stirring.
In her opinion, if you said this was a kitchen stove, she would believe it.
Just then, she saw a few bottles of white liquid sitting alone in a transparent cabinet engraved with a small frost magic circle next to the potion-making table.
Compared to the strictly sealed alchemy materials on the shelf, the white liquid was only simply plugged with a stopper.
This didn’t comply with the storage standards for alchemy materials; it looked more like a drink to be grabbed at will while working.
On a whim, she opened the small refrigerator and took out a bottle containing the white liquid.
Once opened, even though it was at a low temperature, it emitted a rich milky aroma, like a teasing little imp, tickling her sense of smell.
However, being cautious, she activated [Potion Perception] and dipped a finger into it.
Immediately, a golden light bloomed on her finger, and the perception information flowed into her mind.
“Oh, oh, oh!
Such high-quality milk!
Drinking it directly can provide minor recovery and body-strengthening effects.”
She thought and thought, and the only creatures she could think of were dragons or unicorns.
But the magic power contained within it was too little, and the effect was too poor.
Moreover, that kind of beast milk already counted as an alchemy material; it didn’t smell good at all, let alone being drinkable.
Kariel’s thoughts were flying, and she raised the bottle and simply took a sip.
As soon as the milk entered her throat, there was a rich milky aroma, a smooth texture, and a sweet taste.
The magic power contained within it even resonated, allowing her body’s magic circulation to feel positive feedback.
The chilled milk also had a unique flavor.
It was just like eating a bite of iced watermelon in the scorching summer; it was incredibly refreshing, refreshing to the point of flying into the sky.
So, so, so, so good~
What kind of fake milk have I been drinking in the palace?
The Grand Princess’s so-called imported Moo-Moo cows, free-ranged on the Golden Pasture, that’s just a load of crap.
Very good, from now on, this unknown milk will be the designated drink for her, the Pleasure Witch.
At this moment, Loran walked out, intending to greet Kariel.
She saw Kariel holding her face with her left hand, wearing an expression of enjoyment.
Her right hand was holding a bottle of Loran brand milk.
There were milk stains on her lips, which she licked into her mouth with her protruding long tongue.
Loran’s face flushed instantly, like a ripe tomato.
“You, you, you…
what are you doing, ouch!”
She ran over, trying to snatch the milk bottle from Kariel’s hand, but because of her height, she couldn’t reach it at all.
Kariel had already raised the milk bottle high, looking at Loran.
“Little Loran, to think you were hiding such delicious milk and didn’t take it out to treat your sister, how stingy.”
As she spoke, she began to stroke Loran’s head with her free hand.
“Can you tell sister where you bought this?
Sister has a reward for you.”
Seeing that she couldn’t snatch it and the bottle was almost empty, Loran gave up on trying to grab it.
Hearing Kariel’s question, she immediately stammered, not knowing how to answer.
“Uh…
I can’t, this, this is a secret.”
“Please, little Loran, don’t be so stingy,”
As she said this, Kariel finished the rest of the milk and licked her lips, still wanting more.
This made Loran even more embarrassed and ashamed.
“No, this…
Seeing that Loran was unwilling to say, Kariel didn’t force the issue.
Being friends means everyone has their own secrets, and respecting others’ secrets is a good character trait.
So she chose to settle for second best and opted for a gold coin offensive.
“How about I buy it from you then?
I’ll offer 5 gold coins per bottle.”
“Even the top-tier Moo-Moo milk only costs 3 gold coins a bottle, you know.”
Loran still shook her head; how could she possibly sell this stuff?
Not to mention that Loran brand milk can be used to brew [mighty potion], one bottle for five bottles.
And besides, this stuff is…
So Loran firmly shook her head.
“No…
that won’t work either, this is a very expensive potion ingredient.”
This time it was Kariel’s turn to be dumbfounded.
Using milk to brew potions?
This milk is delicious, sure, but its magic content is nowhere near enough to be used as a potion ingredient, right?
“Could it be…
you’re talking about the [mighty potion]?”
Loran nodded, and Kariel showed an expression of horror.
“You take ingredients and use them to brew potions, are you cooking?”
Loran had no choice but to open the drawer under the workbench.
Inside were twenty [mighty potions], neatly arranged and stored in a padded wooden box.
Just enough to sell to Kariel.
Kariel exclaimed as she picked up a vial of [mighty potion].
“My god, should I try it too?
Use some ingredients to try brewing potions.”
As if she had discovered a new world, she rubbed the potion in her hand while still not wanting to give up on buying the milk.
“Little Loran, how about I buy this special milk of yours for 6 gold coins a bottle?”
“I only need one bottle a day.
If you agree, I’m willing to give you this set of intermediate potion-making tools.”
As she spoke, she produced an exquisite potion cauldron out of thin air.
The outer wall of the cauldron was entwined with emerald green vines, and in the gaps of the vines, oval gems emitting a faint purple light were embedded.
Intricate magic patterns connected the gems, also emitting a faint light.
“Its name is [Recovery Furnace]”