Amber Sword
Chapter 113: Act 47 Barbara_3

Chapter 113: Act 47 Barbara_3

Originally, potions are not something you can experiment with casually. Not only can poisons kill you, but using beneficial potions incorrectly can also lead to death.

Magic itself is a powerful, mysterious, and dangerous thing.

Char looked twice and shook his head.

"This is a Mana Potion, how can you not recognize this?" Brand wiped the dust off the bottle a bit disgruntled, revealing the light blue liquid underneath.

"Impossible!" Barbara and Char looked shocked.

"Why are you so surprised? It’s just a Magic Potion, isn’t it? Now let me ask you, these three bottles of Mana Potion can increase your mana value fourfold. Without considering the changes in magic power, what level of wizard do you think you would be equivalent to with four times your mana?"

"Middle-level Wizard," Char replied dryly.

"So, this is what I’m telling you about the three indicators: these three bottles of Mana Potion, before you use them up, you’ll be a Middle-level Wizard. But in fact, you are just an apprentice right now, understand?"

Char nodded subconsciously, but that was a Mana Potion, known as the gold of the wizards. This stuff is a product of Advanced Alchemy and is not easy to produce, no better than Holy Water. He had only seen it in sheepskin scrolls, and now it was casually given to him?

Brand then picked up the long sheepskin scroll from the top of the shelf: "This scroll records the secret of how ascetics compress the air on both sides of their sword edges to make them sharper. Skill is part of an attribute. These are the three indicators, now you understand what I mean by coming here to enhance yourself?"

"Learning a skill isn’t something that can be done overnight, sharpening the spear before the battle won’t help, my lord—" Char immediately said, but he saw Brand open the scroll and quickly glance over it, then casually toss it away. The scroll hit the ground with a hollow thud, and the latter stood there dazed for a few seconds. Suddenly, he turned and swung his sword toward the outside of the cabin door, and with a ’crack’, the door frame splintered three to five feet away, the door panels split into two pieces and floated more than ten meters before landing.

Char’s mouth hung open, his jaw nearly hitting the floor.

Brand frowned; just practicing this skill used up 153 points of skill experience. And this wasn’t even a cross-profession skill. The consumption of mid-level skills was too outrageous; the forum said that this skill needed to be raised to at least level 25, which would require an unbelievable amount of experience.

But in his view, it was worth it. After all, in his previous life, he had learned only ten or so mid-level skills, and half of those were profession-specific skills. This scroll was the closest mid-level skill he had ever come across in the early stages of the game, but he missed it due to luck.

Therefore, regardless of whether the next plan was on the agenda, at least the skill on this scroll had to be acquired. Now it was just a matter of convenience.

He sheathed his sword and turned to Barbara: "These things of yours, I’ll borrow them, no problem, right?" He said borrow, but it was more like taking. Yet considering this old witch wasn’t a good person either, he didn’t feel much guilt.

But Brand just asked casually and didn’t expect Barbara to immediately fall to her knees with a thud, bowing deeply with her forehead touching the ground: "The Black Prophecy says only the Dark Dragon can see through all secrets of the witches. Any means are just fancy tricks in front of you; you see through hearts and understand all things. Oh ancestors of the Miner people, you have returned!"

This time it was Brand and Char’s turn to be stunned.

(PS. On Christmas Eve, should I eat instant noodles or fried rice?)