Who taught him to restore the country like this?

"Master Kong, be careful!"

Alpha reacted extremely quickly, and a light blue magic shield instantly formed in front of Ron, barely blocking a few drops of venom that flew towards him.

Ron caught a glimpse of the dense corrosion pits on the floor at his feet from the corner of his eye, and his cheek muscles twitched involuntarily.

This was the first time I realized that refining medicine was such a dangerous thing.

The spray in the crucible lasted for a full three minutes before gradually subsiding. The already small amount of liquid medicine in the pot was now reduced to a pitiful small puddle of turbid purple water, emitting ominous bubbles.

The entire room looked like it had been swept by a hurricane: the walls and ceiling were covered with charred stains and holes, and the ground was covered with sticky, foul-smelling liquid residue, making it a mess.

Amidst the chaos, a slender figure nimbly emerged from behind the medicine shelf in the corner.

She seemed to be accustomed to this scene. She clutched a thick black leather ancient book in one hand and a herb in the other. She completely ignored the mess and pungent smell in the room, rushed to the crucible, and tried to throw the herb into the remaining liquid.

Ron: "..."

It's already like this, it's obvious that the refining has failed, there's no way to remedy it.

At this moment, Ron finally understood why Alpha concluded that Beta couldn't make medicine.

"Beta."

Ron's voice was not loud, but it sounded clearly with a cold power that penetrated the chaos.

Beta heard Ron's voice, stopped what he was doing, and turned to look at Ron.

"Master Kong." Beta responded with a blank look in his eyes.

"Are you making medicine?" Ron asked with a frown, looking at her battle-hardened and disheveled appearance.

"Yes." Beta nodded.

"You are a high-level alchemist, right?" Ron confirmed.

"Yes."

"Then how many times have you failed in brewing a simple high-level potion?"

Beta thought for a moment and replied, "Many times."

"…Have you gotten the hang of it?"

"Almost there," Beta said, flipping through the book in his hand. "I'll learn it soon."

"???"

Ron's eyes widened.

What does it mean to learn it immediately?

He snatched the book from Beta's hand and turned to the cover to see: "Detailed Explanation of Elementary Alchemy".

Damn...

It feels like you are learning from scratch.

"Beta, can you really make medicine?"

"meeting."

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"Then why are you still refining medicine with reference to this kind of book?"

Ron held the book "Detailed Explanation of Elementary Alchemy" in his hand. The cover was rough and the edges of the pages were curled. It was indeed the most common introductory textbook on the market.

He flipped through a few pages, most of which introduced the fusion reaction of medicinal materials, as well as the control of magic power and heat. The content was simple and was completely for the enlightenment of apprentices who did not know how to refine medicine.

"I'm learning this method of refining medicine." Beta replied.

Ron: "..."

On the one hand, he said that he could make medicine, and on the other hand, he said that he needed to learn. These contradictory words made him feel like he was being made a fool of.

and many more!

Learn "this" way of refining medicine?

Ron suddenly realized something.

Is it...

"Do you know another way to make medicine?" He stared into Beta's empty eyes.

Beta nodded calmly.

really!

Ron's sense of absurdity and doubts instantly found an outlet.

"Show me the alchemy method you're good at." Ron's voice lowered and inquired.

"I need some tools." Beta said, looking at the mess in the room.

"Alpha, go prepare it for her."

"Yes."

……

Three hours later, Alpha prepared everything Beta needed.

When Ron returned to Beta's alchemy room again, the room had been cleaned up and the crucible that was originally placed in the center of the room had been moved to the corner.

Instead, there was a solid stone table, on which were placed some glassware of strange shapes, shining with a cold metallic luster: slender tubes, transparent cylindrical containers, beakers with precise scales, and needles and tweezers connected to complex magic circuits.

These things are out of tune with the traditional atmosphere of the entire pharmacy and are more like a modern chemical laboratory.

There is also a special cage next to the stone platform, which contains several low-level magical beasts shaped like rabbits.

“Begin the demonstration.”

Hearing Ron's order, Beta didn't hesitate at all. She walked to the stone platform, her movements precise and swift, without the slightest delay.

She pulled a frightened, struggling gray rabbit from its cage and expertly fastened it to the stone platform with a specially made leather strap. The rabbit neighed sharply and kicked with its limbs in vain.

Ron watched quietly.

Beta picked up a needle connected to a catheter and accurately pierced the magic rabbit's carotid artery. The dark red blood immediately flowed into a conical bottle through the transparent catheter.

Then she picked up another set of tools and the herbs lying nearby.

She did not grind, extract, and put the herbs into a crucible like a traditional alchemist. Instead, she placed the herbs into a transparent cylindrical container with magical patterns engraved on the inside.

As magic power was injected, a faint blue light appeared at the bottom of the container. The leaves decomposed and liquefied at a speed visible to the naked eye in the light, eventually turning into a pool of green liquid that flashed with a strange fluorescence.

Then, she began to operate the tubes and valves. The magic power of the magic rabbit mixed with the warm blood was carefully guided and slowly mixed with the green magic plant extract in a more complex glass device with multiple layers of filtration and reaction chambers.

Throughout the process, Beta's eyes were fixed on the changes inside the device, and his fingers occasionally quickly tapped on the magic runes connecting the device, fine-tuning the flow of energy.

There was no fire, no smoke, no violent fluctuations of magic power, only the subtle sound of liquid flowing in the pipes and the increasingly weak struggle of the magic rabbit.

A few minutes later, the mixture was finally filtered and flowed into a small crystal bottle. A bottle of low-level Qi and blood potion was thus refined.

Beta pulled out the needle and unbuckled his belt. The demon rabbit collapsed on the stone platform, barely breathing. Its once gray fur had become withered, and its eyes were dull, clearly drained of its life force.

"Please take a look." Beta handed the prepared potion to Ron.

Ron took the warm potion bottle and looked at the murky liquid inside.

The creation of this potion occurred without explosion or corrosion; the process was calm, efficient, and surprisingly precise.

Although it is just a bottle of low-level potion, it can be refined in just a few minutes, which is much more efficient than traditional alchemy methods.

No wonder the people in the War Slave Laboratory forcibly captured her to participate in the experiment.

"Who did you learn this from?" Ron asked curiously.

This advanced method of refining medicine made him suspect that Beta also came from the 21st century.

Although this high-end medicine refining technology does exist in this world, it is an innovative technology brought by players from the Kingdom of God in the fifth Kingdom of God War in the late game.

Appearing here at this moment... The butterfly effect shouldn't be so outrageous, right?

"An older brother taught me." Beta replied, "In a dream."

In a dream?

Ron was surprised.

"When did it start?"

"September 2nd," Beta replied.

Ron narrowed his eyes slightly.

He traveled to this world on September 1st, and on September 2nd, someone taught him the future alchemy technology in his dream.

Could there really be such a... deliberate coincidence?

Ron couldn't help but start to suspect that someone was setting up a trap for him.

"What's he like?" Ron asked.

Being able to teach high-end technology from the Kingdom of God in a dream, this bastard must be from a different background. Maybe he is an "acquaintance" he has seen in the game.

"I can't see him clearly." Beta said.

The face of the person in the dream is always blurry, as if it is covered by a thick gauze that can never be focused.

"What's his signature?" Ron asked again.

"Golden hair...red eyes...wearing the clothes of a priest." Beta tried hard to recall, but in the end he could only squeeze out these three fragmented features.

Blond-haired, red-eyed priest... Is there such a big figure in "God's Coming"?

Ron stroked his chin and slowly walked to the window, lowering his eyes and falling into deep thought. The dim light outside the window outlined his solemn silhouette.

Alpha's eyes followed Ron's back cautiously. Seeing that he was immersed in some profound deduction, holding his breath and concentrating, he did not dare to go forward to disturb him.

She withdrew her gaze and turned to look at Beta, questioning in a low voice: "Since you have mastered such an efficient method of refining medicine, why didn't you use the method you are good at from the beginning?"

If Beta had made the medicine in the way she was good at, the potion that Lord Kong needed would not have been made yet.

"Lord Kong has instructed that everything will be subject to your arrangements." Beta replied calmly.