Griffith tried his best to make up what Peperange saw, but no matter what, he couldn't imagine how big the ancient god was and what a magnificent picture it was.

"What shocked me even more was behind. All of a sudden, hee hee, guess what? The ancient god actually emitted a beam of light, shining directly on the female elf."

"Glowing? You mean, like the prayer of the Holy Light." In Griffith's shallow understanding, the radiance of the gods should be the solemn and sacred radiance in the Cathedral of Holy Light.

"Hey, boy, this is a rude metaphor. You even compare the miracles created by the ancient gods to that kind of firefly light. I tell you, that kind of light is hotter than lava and dazzling than the sun. It's not something that can be made by living things. Besides, ehhaha, with that light, I saw another sight that I'll never forget."

Griffith swallowed, he had heard enough anecdotes since he came here, and he wanted to go back for a long time.

But every time Peperange swooped in, Griffith had no doubts that what he heard next would be something even more shocking.

"Then what?"

Peperange looked even more excited, and began to walk around the room, muttering to himself:

"I saw that they were transparent containers, like silkworm cocoons. Elves, trolls and other creatures who couldn't see their faces were trapped in them. They were trapped in transparent cocoon-like containers, densely suspended in heaven.

"Suddenly, a flame ignited in the silkworm cocoon, a flame rippling like a pool of water! You must have read Alighis' Divine Comedy, which describes the scene of purgatory, the kind of flame that does not exist in the world and devours everything. The creatures in the cocoons were struggling, twisting, wailing. I can assure you, there is no better word than 'purgatory' to describe that scene. I heard it, moans of pain came and went. I saw, their The body turned into smoke."

Griffith stammered: "They, dead?"

"No, no, they have become illusory and transparent, like reflections in the water that have not yet dissipated, still moaning in that flame. They, upgraded!

"I remember the expression of the female elf in the silkworm cocoon. It sounded a bit nasty, hehe, I still envy them a little bit."

Crazy, this man must be crazy. When describing such a tragic situation, he could still say such joking words. Will this lunatic do anything against me? Griffith shuddered, even in the face of Beamon, he had never experienced this strange and confusing fear.

"After... what about later?"

"Later, woo woo woo woo." Peperange suddenly cried like a one-year-old.

He cried and laughed for a while: "The ancient god took the elves and left."

"What does this mean? The ancient gods only took the elves and ignored you?"

"Wow ah ah ah ah ah, you are right, you are right! The ancient gods didn't notice me at all, they have no interest in human beings at all!"

Peperange cries louder, like a child born without a pacifier.

"Then...then you..."

"I, of course I won't be reconciled. I don't care about anything, whether it is life or death, I exhausted my life's greatest strength, and ran desperately forward. Finally, I finally climbed the tentacles of the ancient god. ——Although I don’t know if it’s right or not, let’s call the part of the ancient god that hangs down to the ground as tentacles as we know it. I finally got in touch with the ancient god! What makes me even more excited is that the ancient god finally paid attention to it. When he got to me, He stopped. I was excited and scared, not knowing what was going to happen next. Suddenly, a huge wall pressed against me, maybe a transparent wall. I don't know. I fell off the old god down and lost consciousness."

"When I woke up, it was the next day.

Some of my fingers and left leg disappeared. The wound was smooth, without any burns or deformation, as perfect as a lab anatomy. But this broken body also reminded me that what happened yesterday was real, not a dream. "

"I fought the pain and walked to the city, impatient to tell everyone about my wonderful experience. But, woohoo, when I returned to the city-state, I found that she had been destroyed. The whole city-state was covered with a kind of yellow The viscous liquid drowned, the consuls, the senators, the soldiers... all died. Their corpses were turning yellow liquid, their disintegrating faces soaked in the yellow liquid, with fear, pain and distortion, He must have suffered quite a bit of torture before he died, hee hee. This is why the city-state of Annok disappeared. I have no doubt that it was my rude behavior that angered the ancient gods and led to the demise of the city-state. Disaster. Therefore, I came to settle here far away from my hometown, and this can be regarded as my redemption."

Peperange seemed to have a clear conscience.

Hearing this, Griffith breathed a sigh of relief.

"But hey, don't think I just gave up. After that, and until now, I've never stopped exploring the ancient gods. The more I know about the ancient gods, the more fascinated I get. Look Well, everything in this laboratory is the result of my research, which one is not a miracle? Your Excellency Salorian cannot deny me!"

Peperange suddenly jumped over and grabbed Griffith's shoulder, shaking wildly, shouting:

"They all think I'm crazy! But I tell you, I'm not crazy, I'm close to the ultimate wisdom in this world. Believe me, believe me! The ancient gods will come back sooner or later, and at that time, all living things will be the sacrifice of ascension Cheers, we will be honored! We will usher in a glorious evolution!

"We're going beyond human skins, Griffith!"

Peperange was panting heavily, saliva from the corners of his mouth. He looked directly at Griffith, his eyes full of madness.

The apprentice knight didn't even say goodbye, turned and ran away in horror. I don't know how to pass through the deep laboratory and corridor, and when he reacted, he had already returned to his room.

I want to change the subject! I swear, I will never think about anything related to the ancient gods again. Otherwise, one day, I will become a lunatic like Peperange. I can no longer be associated with the topic of "ancient gods".

Griffith rubbed his face vigorously by the pool and repeated to himself in panic, not even noticing that his fingernails cut through his skin and left bloodstains.

...

After becoming an experimental assistant in an alchemy course, Griffith had many more opportunities to come into contact with magical materials.

Most of the work in the laboratory is to prepare, separate and prepare materials for the college's advanced pharmacy experiments, as well as raise and select magical creatures for experiments.

This job takes two hours at a time, three times a week.

"Be careful with that slime slime, it's hard to wash off your hands," Veronos whispered, "Also, there's a group of hired hands from Ranger Kroger, and you won't be there for the next week. Laboratory, go to him and learn to collect some materials on the edge of the raving forest, thorn touches, live root grass, tree frogs and twisted vines, as well as living tree guards, the list is here, just say it's what I want."

Griffith nodded, carefully collecting the slippery slime of the ooze and sealing them carefully in a flask. This material is the leftover material of a failed experiment, and it belongs to the material that no one cares about, but this material is the main material of the slowing potion recorded in the "Magic Potion Preparation Note" obtained by Rudias from the stationed mage. .

Taking advantage of the opportunity that Associate Professor Veronos had no time to pay attention to, Griffith mixed the slime with black humus, the hard shell of the crystal shell and other materials in a certain proportion.

These unsightly materials came together and mixed into a green mass.

"After the initial reconciliation, the stickiness of the ooze monster has been strengthened under the action of the auxiliary materials..." Griffith flipped through the notebook and added several copies of the blood of other magical creatures as a catalyst with interest.

"The potion obtained by this method has 80% of the effect of the conventional slow potion. Although the material is scarce, the price is not high. The total cost is less than 20% of the product on the shelf, and it is more durable," "Potion Preparation Notes" in this paragraph There is still some thoughts left on the words, "If it weren't for the difficulty of obtaining the formula materials and only suitable for laboratory preparation, I must mass-produce this deceleration agent!"

That's exactly what I wanted... Griffith nodded inwardly. On the Eastern battlefield, the Shutorals like to use all kinds of potions to assist in the battle. However, due to the daunting high cost of production, transportation and storage, only a few elites can be distributed in small quantities when performing special tasks.

The slowing potion obtained through scraps from the laboratory is packed into a small crystal bottle, which is usually placed in Griffith's close-fitting pouch. In private testing, Griffith believes the potion can slow creatures in the area to a third of their normal speed for up to 15 seconds.

The production is simple, the cost is low and the effect is obvious. This potion has only one disadvantage - the deceleration effect does not distinguish between enemy and friend!

In addition to the slowing potion, Griffith concocted some secondary healing potions and auxiliary materials according to the notes. After finishing today's work and private affairs, he packed up the mixing station and was ready to leave. As he turned the shelves, he found Veronos sitting idly in a chair, looking at the moon outside the window.

He looked at the moon and smiled. Just like a child, looking up at the sky upright, with a simple and beautiful smile on his face.

Griffith didn't know what happened to Veronos, but such a happy time should not be disturbed. He quietly exited the laboratory and closed the door.