"First mash the green leaves, remove all the broken grass leaves, and take the juice ......"

Roger looked at the alchemy notes unfolded as he carried out the operation.

He thought it would be very simple, but when it came to practice, he found it difficult.

The words of the shares recorded above are vague, and there is no specific unit of weighing in the hand, so you can only guess at the figure in the book.

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

Looking at the boiling liquid in the pot, Roger muttered to himself.

The first step of alchemy was to extract, and it took a lot of effort to consume all the herbs collected before barely getting some basic liquids.

While the extraction was being carried out, he put another part of the herb in a pot and boiled it, then slowly boiled it over low heat, and finally got half a pot of black slime.

This is an auxiliary item for practicing the art of strengthening the body, and the three herbs that have been squeezed out of the juice have a wonderful reaction after boiling, and then the green leaf grass, the stamen of the baili flower, and the dead wood root are put in turn.

The result was a paste that smelled like a paste.

Applying this stuff to the body can promote muscle growth and improve physical fitness quickly during exercise.

"Is this really edible?"

Looking at the pale green liquid in the bowl, after hesitating for a moment, Roger still drank it all.

It's a little bitter, a little fishy, and has a strong earthy smell.

There seems to be nothing else.

Roger was thinking about it when suddenly a burning breath spread from his stomach upwards, and his entire esophagus was on fire, as if a flame was about to erupt from his throat.

Roger couldn't help but open his mouth, but he couldn't make a trace of sound weirdly, and then the scorching breath continued upward, running through the top of his head!

"Drink ......"

It was as if his whole brain had been turned on, and he felt that his mind had become extremely focused, and his perception had been multiplied, like a motorcycle with an airplane engine compared to before.

"It feels amazing!"

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

Knowledge is collated and absorbed.

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

He couldn't wait to experiment with it now.

Taking off his clothes as quickly as possible, Roger stood naked in the empty space in front of the wooden bed, and then applied the mucus that was still warm evenly on his body, and dipped a rag in ointment where his back could not reach, and rubbed it on.

He recalled all the movements of the Body-Strengthening Technique in his mind, and then his body began to writhe rapidly.

Minutes and seconds passed.

An hour later, Roger, who was in a state of euphoria, suddenly stagnated, muscle tears, joint friction, and tidal wave of exhaustion suddenly poured out.

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

The stomach pouch was empty, but before he could do anything, Roger collapsed to the ground like mud, his eyelids were so heavy that he felt like he could fall asleep at any moment.

"Is this called non-toxic?"

Roger was shocked, it was hard for him to imagine how domineering the effects and side effects of the real alchemy potion would be?

He bit his mouth violently, and with a hint of sobriety brought by pain, he rolled over and fell on the wooden bed behind him with the greatest willpower.

After doing this, Roger felt like his body was about to crack.

"I'm not going to train myself to death, am I?"

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

At this time, the sun is slightly down, the whole island is quiet, and no one knows what is happening here.

It's dark.

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

"How long have I been asleep?"

Roger muttered, then propped up the bed and tried to sit up, but with this effort, he immediately noticed the difference.

"My power?"

Roger's face changed slightly.

He stood up suddenly, but because of the excessive force, the whole person staggered forward, clenched his fists slightly, and his arms surged with far more strength than before.

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

"Just one workout, I have improved so much, and if I practice 10 times 8 times, won't I be able to become a superman?"

But soon he swept the thought out of his mind.

"Since it is a basic body strengthening technique, it must have its upper limit, but if you cultivate normally, the effect of this thing should not be so domineering."

"Looks like I'm still focusing on the effects of the potion."

Adjusting to the surge of strength in his body, Roger only noticed the ointment sticking to his body at this time, the ointment was very uncomfortable to stick to his body after drying, and the bedding was also stained with a lot.

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

"That's a good thing."

Roger was so amazed by the magic of the wooden bed that he ripped off the dirty sheets, and walked out wrapped in them, without any clothes.

At night, the island was not as hot as during the day, and the cool breeze was blowing, and Roger felt the wind in his thighs, so he wrapped his sheets tightly and walked to a beach in the distance.

It was the full moon, and the bright moonlight sprinkled on the island, and after his strength grew, Roger even felt that he was walking much faster.

It didn't take long for him to be on the beach.

It is a low-lying area, and when the tide recedes, a lake-like area forms in its place.

The wound on his forehead was not yet healed, so he leaned against the edge and slipped into the sea, the cold water washed away the dirt on his body, washing his body away, and he was even a little reluctant to get up, and leaned his upper body against the stone, soaking in the cold sea.

"If you have three or two more sorceresses by your side, tsk, this is the life of a witcher." Roger couldn't help but sigh.

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

"It's a beautiful moonlight, it's been a long time since we've had it so easy."

It's that man!

Roger's heart tightened, and he was about to speak, but suddenly realized the meaning of the other party's words.

"We?"

There are others here!

Roger's face changed drastically, and at this time, he could no longer care about the wound on his forehead that had not healed, and took a deep breath and carefully dived into the water.

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

Due to the limitations of the terrain, there is a vast sea behind him, and in this kind of light, as long as he emerges, he will definitely be spotted by the other party.

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

He was alone.

But just as Roger was in doubt, the water splashed, and a pale blue figure with webbed soles broke through the water and jumped onto the man's back.

In the moonlight, Roger clearly saw the other party's fish-like head!