After finishing the preparation under the herb and the pot for the medicinal water by noon, the pot will finally start making medicinal water over the fire in the afternoon.
In the cooking area of the healing building, light each pan with its own teardrop.
Lighting firewood is what sophomores do.
I get a seed fire from Celia and carefully turn the fire up while the third grade instructs me.
Almark watches Zap try to stick it out and set it on fire.
In the meantime, Wendy and Morgen arrange the herbs so they can't go wrong.
The order and timing of the medicinal herb varies depending on the type of herb and also on the medicinal water to be made.
Something to put in before you put it on fire.
Something to put in when the water turns into warm water.
What to add where the water boils.
Something to put in at the end.
Where the fire has grown, place the pan.
Add the determined amount of herbs in order, and in the meantime keep slowly stirring the pan with a magical stick.
Spinning is the role of a stable third grader of magic.
After Wendy and Morgen had an alternate stick to replace them and turned the pan around, the stick came around Almark when the water was boiling.
"Beware too much magic."
To Wendy's words, Almark nods with a nervous face.
"Okay."
"Be careful, even if it's too much magic, it's just an unsavory weed soup."
Even in Morgen's words, he nods with a nervous face.
"Okay."
Torque, which ran through the side, looks at Almark's face, laughs with his nose and looks back.
"Ooh, Deg. We can have poison soup here from now on."
"Hey, stop it, Torque"
Wendy stares at the torque.
"Don't say anything extra"
Regardless, Torque looks to enjoy Almark's face.
"Look, the trick to making potion water is to adjust the magic. We need to keep pouring a certain amount of magic across the pan. Too much magic, too little magic, no bias. Do it right so you don't ruin everyone's hard work."
"I know."
Almark nods.
"Hey, torque. Stop."
Wendy takes Almark's hand.
"It's okay, Torque's just sayin 'it's not that hard"
"That's right. I could have done it myself."
That's what Morgen adds.
"It's not a big deal. I'm only telling the truth."
Torque said that with sincere pleasure and walked away.
"Okay. I'll do it."
Wendy and Morgen rush to stop Almark trying to sneeze and stick the stick into the pan.
"Don't panic, Almark."
"That's right. 'Cause my timing's fine."
"No, it's okay. It's time for magic."
"Ugh, yeah."
The two look at each other and watch worried.
Almark inserts the stick into the pan and starts spinning liquids of an unspeakable color.
In an attempt to magic, for the first time there I am amazed at the poor magic conduction of the stick.
That's right. It's not a magician's wand or anything, it's just a potted stick. It is not made for the purpose of passing magic through.
Or, if you put strong magic into passing through hard magic, I feel that's dangerous.
"Almark."
Wendy whispers softly.
"To make it easier to pass magic, you have to work it out."
The words make me angry.
I see.
The basis of all sorcery is meditation.
To work out the magic well and improve the quality.
Recently there was also the power of the Malus wand, which had forgotten its importance.
Almark closes his eyes and shakes off his clutter.
Practice magic in your body.
Almark opened his eyes, having carefully worked out his magic too carefully.
Meanwhile, the pan was boiling and new herbs were being put in.
Let the magic pass to the stick.
Now go through.
I found that out myself.
Thanks to a thorough workout, the magic transmitted through the stick, as if the water were stained.
I can see my magic penetrating the liquid in the pan through the stick as well.
"Yes, that's fine."
Wendy nods.
"Turn the stick slowly"
When Almark nods at it and responds, he slowly begins to turn the stick.
My magic mixes in the liquid.
"Almark, fine. Don't make mullahs"
I also nod at Morgen's words.
Slowly, carefully.
Every corner of the liquid that fills the pan stains the magic.
Torque, which went through the next door again, left with a boring tongue.
After stirring the pan with magic for a while, Almark breathed as he took over the stick to Wendy.
Fita never tires of watching Wendy spin the pan, but Morgen and Zap can't see if they went to cool another squad.
"Good day, Almark"
That's what came next to me, Leido.
"Hey, Reido. How's it going?"
"Yeah. Because we have Layla."
That's what Reido says and smiles.
"Leila's giving me most of the instructions. We just obey. Now Galain's quietly stirring the pan."
"Right. That's great."
"Almark seems to be doing better."
"Yeah. Thanks to Wendy and Morgen"
But I'm not used to this smell.
Reido laughs bitterly.
Due to the simmering of many different herbs, the cooking area is full of unspeakable smells.
"What kind of potion water are the Almarks making?
"I guess it was magic cultivation and cold air payment. It's gonna get cold."
Almark replied.
The fall night herbs are only full of magic and can make many different kinds of medicinal water by changing the amount and order in which they are put.
It was up to each squad to decide what to make out of it.
"We're similar."
Reido nods.
"Nelson was trying to make a waterworm-proof potion. Norish made me a regular potion."
"A water bug. Boots steam in winter."
Almark laughs bitterly.
"I still have extra kamado, so I wish I could make it somewhere else"
When Almark said, Reido looked like he remembered.
"That's right. I came here to tell you that."
That said, I gently ear to Almark.
"Leila's making another pot of pot of water."
"Huh?"
"You can go to Leila's later."
Reido laughed refreshingly.
'Cause that looks like I'm making it for you to drink.