Chapter 33

After the busy spell spirit outbreak period, the tasks gradually returned to their normal pace, and there was no need to work overtime on weekends.

Feng Zaolin rummaged through the boxes in the room, floating in the suitcase, and found a pile of books and scrolls.

A large number of books and scrolls were piled up on the desk in a messy manner. An open book was densely recorded with the owner's experimental notes.

The handwriting was neat and tidy at the beginning, but gradually became sloppy later, reflecting the girl's gradually becoming irritable because of too many failures.

The crucible in the room was boiling something, and the black liquid made a strange gurgling sound while churning.

This liquid exuded an indescribable smell, which was as smelly as vomit, even more disgusting than vomit, making the whole room filled with a lingering sour smell.

Feng Zaolin had automatically blocked this smell, sat directly on the floor, and unfolded the newly found scroll.

As soon as she threw the scroll that had no harvest aside, the timer alarm clock made a ticking reminder sound.

There was a pile of various exotic materials beside the pot, including herbs and minerals. They originally exuded a faint fragrance, but now they were completely covered by the sour smell in the room.

There were also some special materials that were shining, such as the unicorn hair in the box, which was shining with a white halo.

Feng Zaolin felt a little distressed, took out a handful of unicorn hair, and carefully sprinkled it into the boiling crucible.

The moment the hair touched the black liquid, the golden halo quietly spread, as if the sun was flowing in it.

The rancid smell in the pot seemed to have dissipated a lot because of the addition of this precious material, but soon, the golden halo was covered and swallowed by the rolling black liquid, and the rich black and sour smell dominated again.

Feng Zaolin really liked potions and enjoyed the tedious process of boiling potions, but this did not mean that she could completely tolerate this disgusting smell.

It was just that because of too many failures, her sense of smell had begun to become dull, and she could temporarily block out the disgusting smell of expired rags used to wipe vomit and long-dead mice boiling in the pot.

For someone like her who had been tinkering with potions since she was a child, and could even be said to be unskilled, it was never easy to make potions without the guidance of a teacher, even if there were many recipes.

Only carefully made potions could have the proper effect. If they were made incorrectly, such as insufficient heat, improper material handling, inappropriate number of stirring circles and strength, or even using an unclean crucible, the brewed potion would likely become poison.

Even if everything was done perfectly, even if the potion was brewed correctly, it could still be accompanied by all kinds of strange effects, even though it was intended to be beneficial.

Because the smell was too anti-human, Feng Zaolin didn't dare to open the window or the door. She started the experiment after school yesterday, but there was no progress until the sun was high the next day.

After using so many precious materials, the color of the liquid in the pot only changed from rich black to grayish black.

Feng Zaolin skillfully shook herself clean, then cast a quick resuscitation spell on the potion in the crucible. When the liquid in the pot slowly cooled down, she began to stir it counterclockwise until the liquid completely covered the black ball in the pot.

She first drank a bottle of demulcent to boost her courage, and then cast a shrinking spell on the ball that was half the size of her palm.

It still smelled so disgusting.

She closed her eyes and put the newly refined pill-shaped magic core into her mouth.

The moment the magic core came into contact with her mouth, her throat seemed to be filled with vomit.

"Ugh... Ugh..." She reflexively ran to the bathroom to vomit, but the sour smell seemed to be lingering. She quickly opened a bottle of mint soda and rinsed her mouth desperately. After

a whole bottle of mint soda was used up, the taste in her mouth was finally gone, and she immediately picked up her notebook to write down the experimental data.

This time, she planned to take a different approach.

After taking out her treasured Fuling Potion and taking a big sip, she simply adjusted the materials on the table and planned to continue the experiment.

She didn't believe it anymore. She still couldn't figure out the curse core.

She put the root of the Albizzia julibrissin into the medicine pot and crushed it into powder. She also took out a small handful of unicorn hair and soaked it in a crucible filled with 70° hot water until the liquid in the pot showed a golden yellow like the sun, and then put the curse core in.

Soon, the liquid in the pot began to turbid like pure black mixed with gold pigment, until it turned gray and black.

After confirming that the crucible didn't seem to have the intention of exploding, Feng Haya Rin poured the processed Albizzia julibrissin powder into the pot.

Golden waves began to roll out from the bottom of the black liquid, until the gold occupied half of the black space, she added a peppermint, and finally got a pot of turbid brass-colored liquid.

As usual, Feng Haya Rin began to stir until the curse core completely absorbed all the liquid in the pot.

First, she sniffed cautiously.

Surprisingly, she found that there was no disgusting sour smell this time, but the fresh fragrance of the albizzia flowers.

It seemed that she had successfully dealt with the disgusting smell, and Feng Haya Rin stuffed it into her mouth while thinking.

"Ugh..."

Although the surface exuded the tempting aroma of the albizzia flowers, the inside still had the smell of rot and sourness, as if it was a dead mouse wrapped in a chocolate shell. Because the smell was tightly locked inside, it was even stronger and unbearable.

After vomiting in the bathroom, Feng Haya Rin floated to the sofa like a ghost and lay down.

The taste of the curse core is completely unchangeable, and the size can only be reduced to half the size of a ping-pong ball at the smallest.

She had thought about cheating by turning the curse core into the size of a jelly bean, but no matter how she used the shrinking spell, it could only be reduced to half the size of a ping-pong ball at the smallest.

This feeling of cheating halfway was really unpleasant. Feng Haya Rin grabbed a pillow and hugged it in her arms, and continued to think about how to change the taste of the curse core.

The albizzia flowers didn't work.

Even after being neutralized by various potions, the curse core was still too overbearing to cover up the sour smell.

I can't think of it anymore. My head hurts.

She has tried all the recipes that might work.

It seems that she can only give up the method of using potions to improve the taste. It's time to start alchemy.

After Feng Hayarin figured it out, she stood up, and then her eyes suddenly went black, and she fell back on the sofa.

She slept where she fell.

Feng Hayarin leaned her head on the pillow beside her. The little thief was lazy.

I seem to have seen a spell that can turn water into tea before. Can the curse core be turned into other things, such as candy, bread or popsicles, which taste better?

Although the book said that Gamp's law of transfiguration cannot directly transform food, she just wanted to improve the food, so she should give it a try.

"Daisy, sweet cream and sunshine, turn this curse core into candy!" Feng Hayarin picked up the wand on the coffee table and recited the spell weakly.

Under the effect of the spell, the curse core turned into a yellow-orange candy. Apart from its large size, its appearance was quite deceptive.

But the special smell still did not change, and it was still very anti-human.

Feng Haya Rin then tried other similar spells, and finally found that it could only change the appearance but not the smell.

The rancid smell seemed to be the last stubbornness of the cursed spirit after death.

Uninterrupted high-frequency casting, frequent use of cursed power to compress the curse core, plus staying up all night, Feng Haya had already felt that his body had reached a critical point. Finally, he cast a spell to remove the smell and lay on the sofa like a dead fish.

"Rin, are you there?" The clear voice of the boy sounded along with the knock on the door.

Feng Haya Rin raised her head a beat slower, and struggled to get up amid the increasingly loud knocks.

"Yes." She opened the door, and what caught her eye was a white-haired boy with messy hair, who looked like he had just climbed out of bed.

"Let's go out and play." Gojo Satoru yawned, and his brows slightly frowned when his eyes swept over the girl, "Are you sick?"

The girl's face was as pale as paper, and her usually rosy lips were now bloodless, and the cursed power around her was so thin that it was almost unnoticeable.

Gojo Satoru looked serious for a rare time, and touched the girl's forehead with the back of his hand.

The cold touch was like a person just out of the freezer, not at all like the body temperature in midsummer.

The boy's body temperature was slightly higher, and his palms were also warm.

Fuzai Rin squinted slightly and rubbed her head unconsciously.

The warm touch was like embracing the sun. Maybe she was too tired, her vision began to become blurred, and she could no longer hear what the boy said. Soon, Fuzai Rin sank into the darkness.

Ieiri Naoko looked at Gojo Satoru who rushed in in a panic in surprise, and then she found that he was still holding his friend in his arms, so she immediately put down the book in her hand.

The girl's face was pale, her eyes were closed, and her breathing was as light as smoke, as if she would disappear at any time.

Ieiri Naoko looked solemn, and reached out to touch her cheek.

The body temperature was frighteningly low, almost like a corpse.

Without the cover of potions and spells, the dark blue under the girl's eyes was completely exposed, and her extremely haggard appearance made her heart tighten.

"It looks like she's just asleep." Ieiri Naoko made a quick check, noticing the low-pressure boy out of the corner of her eye, "I need to check the rest in detail."

Gojo Satoru was unusually silent, his slender fingers gently probing the tip of the girl's nose, his voice low and urgent: "It'll be alright, right?"

Ieiri Naoko was silent for a moment, then responded calmly: "It's fine now."

The girl currently doesn't seem to have any problems except for her low body temperature.

"But." Ieiri Naoko frowned slightly, thinking of something, and told the truth: "If it's a problem with the potion, I don't know."

The wounds on the body can be treated by reversal, but the potion that the girl is good at is not within her social scope.

"You go out first, I'll give her a full body check." Ieiri Naoko started to drive people away.

It's much more reliable to get the results early if the examination is done early than to guess here.

Rokuko stared at the girl on the bed, and Gojo Satoru slowly turned around and left the infirmary after Ieiri Naoko's repeated urging.