"Mash the green leaf grass first, remove all the broken grass leaves, and take its juice..."

While Roger was operating, he looked at the unfolded alchemy notes.

He originally thought that this matter would be very simple, but in practice, he found that it was very difficult.

The wording of the shares recorded above is vague, and he don’t have a specific weighing unit in his hand, so he can only guess from the graphics in the book.

"If I do this, I won't eat myself to death, will I?"

Looking at the boiling medicine in the pot, Roger said to himself.

The first step in alchemy is extraction. It took a lot of effort to consume all the collected herbs before barely getting some basic medicinal liquid.

While the extraction was going on, he brought another portion of the herb to a boil in a pot, then simmered it over low heat until he had half a pot of black goo.

This is an auxiliary item for the practice of strengthening the body. The three herbs that have been squeezed out of the juice have a wonderful reaction after being boiled, and then put in the green leaf grass, the stamens of the lily flower and the dead wood roots in turn.

The end result is a paste-like ointment that smells weird.

Applying this thing on the body can promote the growth of muscles and quickly improve the physique when exercising.

"Is this really edible?"

Looking at the light green liquid in the bowl, he hesitated for a moment, but Roger drank it down.

A little bitter, a little fishy, ​​and a strong earthy taste.

There seemed to be nothing else.

Just as Roger was thinking, a scorching energy suddenly spread upward from his stomach, and the entire esophagus was on fire, as if a flame was about to burst out of his throat.

Roger couldn't help but opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound strangely, and then the scorching breath continued upward, piercing through the top of his head!

"F*ck……"

The whole brain seemed to be turned on. He felt that his spirit had become extremely focused, and his perception had been doubled. Compared with before, it was like replacing a motorcycle with an airplane engine.

"It feels great!"

He opened the Nilfgaard Body Strengthening Technique, and the original complex and precise movements and the breathing method that did not conform to human breathing habits instantly came to mind.

Knowledge is organized and assimilated.

In just an instant, Roger felt that he had completely grasped the key points of the body strengthening technique.

He couldn't wait to try it out now.

Taking off his clothes as quickly as possible, Roger stood naked in the space in front of the wooden bed, and then spread the still warm mucus evenly on his body, dipping a piece of rag on the place where his back could not reach ointment, rub it on.

After recalling all the movements of the body strengthening technique in his mind, his body began to twist quickly.

Time passed by every minute and every second.

An hour later, Roger, who was in a state of excitement, froze abruptly. Muscles were torn, joints were rubbed, and a tidal wave of exhaustion suddenly came out.

He felt as if his head had been dug out out of thin air, and with a strong vomit, accompanied by the smell of the dried ointment on his body, he almost vomited it out.

His stomach was empty, but before he could do anything, Roger collapsed to the ground like mud, his eyelids weighed heavily, and he felt that he might fall asleep at any moment.

"This is the so-called non-toxic?"

Roger was shocked. It was hard for him to imagine how overbearing a real alchemy potion would be with its medicinal effects and side effects?

He bit the lip of his mouth violently, and with the sliver of sobriety brought about by the pain, he turned over and fell down on the wooden bed behind him with the greatest willpower.

After doing this action, Roger felt like his body was about to split open.

"Should I not train myself to death?"

The last thought flashed through his mind, and the next moment darkness invaded, he completely lost consciousness.

At this time, the sun was setting slightly, and the whole island was silent, no one knew what happened here.

In the dark.

When Roger opened his eyes again, what he saw was a ray of moonlight coming in from the window.

"How long have I been asleep?"

Roger grumbled, then propped up the bed board and planned to sit up, but when he tried hard, he immediately noticed the difference.

"My power?"

Roger's face changed slightly.

He stood up abruptly, but because of the excessive force, he staggered forward, clenched his fists slightly, and a strength far exceeding that of the past surged in his arms.

Estimated secretly, Roger felt that his current physique was very close to the standard of a normal adult.

"I've improved so much after just one workout, and if I practice 10 times and 8 times, wouldn't I be able to become a superhuman?"

But he quickly brushed the thought out of his mind.

"Since it is a basic physical strengthening technique, it must have its upper limit, but if it is cultivated normally, the effect of this thing should not be so overbearing."

"It seems that he is still focusing on the effect of the potion."

After adapting to the surge of strength on his body, Roger only noticed the ointment sticking to his body at this time. After the ointment dried, it was very uncomfortable to stick to his body, and the bedding was also stained a lot.

After a good night's sleep, not only did I feel refreshed, but the nausea that I felt as if my brain had been dug out before disappeared, and even the fatigue on my body was swept away.

"This is really a good thing."

Roger was amazed by the magic of the wooden bed. He tore off the dirty quilt and walked out wrapped in the quilt without any clothes on.

The island at night was not as hot and dry as it was during the day, and there was a cool breeze. Roger felt the wind blowing, so he wrapped the sheets tightly and walked to a beach in the distance.

It was the full moon, and the bright moonlight shone on the island. After his strength increased, Roger even felt that his walking speed was much faster.

It wasn't long before he came to the beach.

It was a low-lying area, and after the seawater receded, a lake-like area was formed on the spot.

Before the wound on his forehead healed, he slid into the seawater against the edge. The cold seawater washed away the dirt on his body and washed his body clean. Take a cold sea bath.

"If there are three or two female sorceresses by my side, tsk tsk, this is the life of a witcher." Roger couldn't help sighing.

But just when he was about to get up and leave, a voice came from not far away.

"It's such a beautiful moonlight. We haven't had such a relaxing time in a long time."

It's that man!

Roger's heart tightened. He was about to speak when he suddenly realized the meaning of the other party's words.

"We?"

There are others here!

Roger's complexion changed drastically. At this moment, he could no longer care about the unhealed wound on his forehead. He took a deep breath and carefully dived into the water.

Then, by moonlight, he walked around the boulder behind him and carefully hid himself.

Due to the limitation of the terrain, there is a vast sea behind him. Under this kind of light, as long as he sticks his head out, he will definitely be spotted by the other party.

At this time, the tall man had also appeared in Roger's sight.

He is alone.

But when Roger was suspicious, the water splashed, and a light blue figure with webbed feet broke through the water and jumped onto the man's back.

Under the moonlight, Roger clearly saw the fish-like head of the opponent!