In the study room.

After Xifa left, the Bysons and his wife did not leave.

The baron habitually stroked his forehead: "That child, are you sure it's really okay?"

Ainilu shook her head: "I heard you change a lot, and I'll do divination like a different person."

"Don't worry, he is still him. At least, the result of divination was told to me like this."

Byson nodded slightly: "Then I'm relieved. I have invested a lot of things in him."

Hearing this, a little displeasure flashed in Anilu's eyes.

On the other side, Xifa, who returned to the bedroom, threw himself on the bed.

But because he was so excited that he didn't sleep heavily that night and got up before dawn.

After breakfast, my mother Ainilu brought Sifa to a quiet room that had never been there in his memory.

The room was full of bookshelf, full of books, and two long wooden tables, with test tubes, droppers, beakers and other objects visible on it, which was like a laboratory.

There is also a wooden door deep in the room, with symbols that Western style cannot understand, and I don’t know what the meaning is.

"I'm going to teach you meditation today."

The mother's voice made Xifa concentrate. The woman in a simple dress put on a pair of glasses at some point, looking like a scholar.

"When you drink the potion, the power of the potion will usually overflow. Your vision will become abnormal and you will hear sounds that you cannot hear before."

"At this time, meditation is needed to control and converge, and finally fully master the power of the potion."

Xifa was eager to try: "Mom, what should I do?"

Aini showed her face and smiled: "Don't be anxious, kid. Listen to me, now you only need to learn simple, introductory meditation."

"Relax your body and mind, close your eyes, and focus your attention. Just imagine something in your mind, as simple as it is easy, and there is no need to be too complicated."

"When you sketch this thing in your mind, I need you to focus on it and repeat it and sketch it."

"Until you close your eyes and you can instinctively outline it, then you have completed this lesson."

Western France nodded slightly: "I'll try it now."

He found a chair in the room and sat down, closed his eyes, relaxed his body and mind, and outlined the snake scale revolver in his mind.

In the previous adventures at sea, it impressed Western France.

Soon Western France discovered that it was difficult for it to fully reproduce in its mind, and the structure of the revolver was still too complicated.

He plans to replace it.

I suddenly remembered the mysterious book. Its outline is very simple and has special significance for Western France.

Just it!

Xifa began to outline the shape of the mysterious book in his mind, imagining the feeling of holding it in his hand. When this process was repeated, the heavy book became clearer in his mind.

Just a few days passed like this.

On the fourth night, after dinner, Ainilu brought Sifa to the 'lab' again.

"I have already collected two auxiliary materials when I lack them. I can prepare the 'hunter' potion tonight."

The mother who opened the door said, which made Xifa excited. She finally entered the mysterious world and became one of the extraordinary people.

When gas lamps lit in the room, Ainilu walked towards the door with mysterious symbols on it, she pushed it open and took out pieces of materials from it.

Some of them are leaves, some are branches, and some are unknown organs soaked in some kind of liquid in utensils...

While putting these ingredients into a large iron pot in some order, Ainilu said: "The low-sequence potions are very simple to prepare. You just need to add the ingredients in the order in the formula, according to the specific portions.

It’s OK to stir again.”

"It doesn't matter if the auxiliary materials are more or less. As for the main materials, the weight can be slightly less, but not too much. It needs to be an idea that their weight must not be too much, even if it is just a little bit, it will lead to serious consequences."

Ainilu raised her head and looked at her son calmly: "If you need to prepare your own potion in the future, you must remember it."

Xifa nodded vigorously and recorded his mother's words in his mind, not daring to forget them.

At this time, Ainilu opened the vessel with mysterious organs and took out the thing that looked a bit like the heart.

As soon as it leaves the liquid in the vessel, red light like flames will appear inside from time to time, demonstrating its power.

"This is the heart of the Pas Red Wolf. This wild wolf is an extraordinary species. They are excellent hunters, have high intelligence and can hunt using traps."

"Its heart is the main material for the 'hunter' potion, and without it, the right potion cannot be formulated."

Ainilu threw her heart into the iron pot, and the red wolf's heart came into contact with the materials inside, and flames rose for no reason.

In the flames, Xifa vaguely saw that the materials began to decompose, but they disappeared, and instead gathered in a piece.

The bright red flames in the iron pot gave Western France a wonderful feeling of enthusiasm and fighting spirit.

This flame seemed to awaken some instinct in his genes, making him eager to fight and get close to the flames.

When the flames in the pot went out, the material inside had disappeared, leaving only a ball of viscous bright red liquid, which were separated from each other and were easily poured into a cup.

Ainilu picked up the cup: "Okay, this is the 'hunter' potion."

Xifa walked over and took the cup. In the book "The Lord of Mystery", he had already seen the process of the protagonist obtaining the first potion.

So, I was surprised by the red viscous liquid in the cup, and under the gaze of my mother, Ainilu, Xifa drank the potion.

The potion enters the mouth and slides into the esophagus. It doesn't have a special smell, but it has a little heat.

After drinking this potion, Xifa's whole body twitched. He felt as if there were millions of small insects scrambling under his skin. He found that the scenes around him became unreal, and one of his hands became longer.

One shortened. He heard the roar of the beast, and the sound was sometimes clear and sometimes blurry.

He groaned, feeling his emotions became irritable and wanted to vent.

At this time, Ainilu's voice sounded next to her: "Meditation, Sifa. Follow your practice a few days ago, use meditation to control the power of the potion to overflow."

Xifa quickly focused his attention and skillfully outlined the appearance of the book of mystery, imagined its weight, and felt its mystery.

Gradually, the irritable mood disappeared and the beast could not be heard. When I opened my eyes, the scene was still a little blurry, but it was not as unreal as before, as if it was degenerated into the background.

He looked at his hands and found that they were normal and that they were short.

Xifa could feel that his hands and even every muscle in his body were full of strength, and he could accurately control these muscles so that they could burst out power that ordinary people could unimaginable when needed.

He found that his nose became sensitive and could smell different scents of different things in the room; his eyesight became sharper, and he could see insects flying outside the window through the light.

His skin became sensitive and could distinguish the materials of different things through touch; his hearing became developed, and here he could vaguely hear his younger brothers and sisters quarrel in the hall.

In addition, the knowledge of swordsmanship, fighting techniques and other aspects he had learned suddenly became clear and had already mastered them deeply.

Western style can recall those actions, decompose those actions, and combine them at will to form a coherent and continuous attack!

Some knowledge, knowledge about making traps, emerged from my mind. It allows Westerners to use the materials at hand to make simple but fatal traps.

Even, as long as there is enough time and materials, Western France can create a series of traps!

He took a deep breath, felt his transformation like a complete change, and said in a voice he could only hear: "I succeeded."
Chapter completed!