Nicholas II had three test tubes prepared on the test tube rack at the corner of his desk.
He sat at the table, thinking slowly and earnestly before scribbling on the paper. He was in the midst of adjusting the ratio and magic ritual.
Since it was still in the research and development stage, Nicholas II did not concoct it in a large quantity. After all, the “Hermetic Poison Dust” was unlike the Sage’s Stone with a guaranteed demand.
Although the “poison dust” could effectively kill other-worldly beings, it was not a commonly used alteration product. Not everyone would encounter other-worldly beings.
Of course, Nicholas II was not short of money.
Instead, the material he lacked was not something that could be bought with money.
“I have to use it sparingly.” Nicholas II sighed.
If he had the freedom to go anywhere, he would make something and sell it out so that he would not lack materials. However, he was an artificial human reactivated and was under Father Stone’s supervision. Never mind what he was doing, he was limited to being in a certain area only.
This led to the fact that he did not have many resources at his disposal.
Instead, it was true to say that he was facing scarcity.
What he lacked the most was the “Demon Blood” that would be shipped in at this time.
He was promised to be given two dozen of them.
However, what reached his hands was half of the promised quantity.
When the material was insufficient, Nicholas II could only try again after recalculating the dosage.
If it weren’t for the “poison dust”, which could only be produced in the “kingdom’s capital”, he would no longer want to stay in the capital. The logistics inspection here was too strict.
Nicholas II also asked Father Stone why he could not contact Silver Sire Church and ship what he needed directly here, but he did not get an answer.
Father Stone did not answer his question directly.
This had indeed troubled Nicholas II.
Could it be that you can’t trust me? Then you shouldn’t just send Father Stone, who doesn’t care about anything, and put me in the capital.
If I really want to, there’s no difficulty for me to poison or blow up millions of people.
As the strongest Great Sage who inherited all the memory and knowledge of Nicholas, the strongest alchemist who should not exist in this world, “Nicholas II” could indeed do it.
“Let’s try again!” After the short break, Nicholas II regained his spirit and stood up.
This was the fourth time Nicholas tried to concoct the poisonous dust today.
He raised his hand casually and tapped his fingertips three times in the air, which summoned dark ripples in the air on each tap.
Then, red runes lit up on the narrow basement wall, and it soon rotated its color between black and white. The entire room was illuminated by its brilliance.
It was the forbidden barrier under the Silent Lady. On the one hand, it could isolate possible internal explosions or leakage of the raw materials. On the other hand, the barrier acted as sound insulation. It could be used to stop the prying eyes of others and calm down the host’s mind from the disturbing external noises.
This time, Nicholas II chose a brass astrolabe [1].
He tapped his hand in the air. A hexagonal amethyst levitated in the air and stood in the center of the astrolabe.
Immediately after, he tapped twice in the air. The two boxes containing pink pearl powder and red gem powder were opened. A set ratio of it flew out and sprinkled evenly on the two designated positions of the astrolabe, outlining a strange shape.
Afterward, Nicholas took out a bottle of holy water and poured it into the air.
After the pure white liquid left the crystal bottle, it shone with a white shimmer.
The holy water slowly fell on the astrolabe like a feather. After quickly immersing and wetting the two portions of dust, Nicholas II took out a glass rod and quickly drew something on the powder.
Deep red complex lines surfaced on the dust drenched in holy water. But the moment the holy water and the brass astrolabe came into contact, the heat surged and quickly dried the dust.
The dried dust turned into a bizarre compact powder on the astrolabe with hollow lines drawn. With that, the patterns were immediately constructed based on the astrolabe’s existing outline.
If he wanted to modify the ritual, he had to do it from scratch. It extended more than disassembling and optimizing the formula but writing it directly from scratch.
He then placed three glass bottles about the size of a perfume sample and a gold bottle the size of a thumb on the circles drawn on the ritual plate. The three glass bottles soon began to undergo the alteration process on their own, and the substances inside were under rapid changes.
He opened another flat, curved metal bottle that looked like the lighter’s oil container.
If Delicious Wind Goose saw it, he would have recognized it immediately. It was the Demon Blood he had seen before.
As Nicholas II opened the Demon Blood container, a ferocious growl came out from the bottle.
This roar was not loud, but it was audible. Otherwise, the noise could be vague, like the wind’s howling.
Nicholas II ignored the bellows but let them roar slowly.
He took out a new glass rod and opened a bottle of holy water. He first dipped the glass rod into the holy water exuding white mist, stirring gently and whispering occult knowledge with the element of “purification”.
“The sixth luminary is the light surging inside the sun and constantly splitting and converging; the seventh luminary is seen when the transcender’s soul is sent to the light realm in the Divine Transporter’s hand in the ascendancy ritual. Finally, the eighth luminary is the light in the sky before the earliest sunrise.”
This was a fragment of occult knowledge about the “Secret of the Eight Luminaries of the Sun”.
All the occult knowledge in the Sun Realm was more or less related to the “Eight Luminaries”, which was the core power of Mr. Ray. Even the birth of “Mr. Ray” was related to the Eight Luminaries. Thus, he was blessed with the title “Mr. Ray”. His sacred number and the asylum month he belonged to was “8”.
As Nicholas II recited, the holy water gradually turned into something like cotton candy, wrapping around the glass rod.
When he took out the glass rod, the transparent glass rod tip was wrapped in a pure white flocculent that shone with stable brilliance. It looked like a giant cotton swab.
Nicholas II threw the cotton swab into the Demon Blood. Soon, the roar in Demon Blood was filled with pain as it weakened.
However, Nicholas II only dipped a small portion of it.
The pure white “cotton swab” that shone with brilliance turned dark red, like a cotton swab soaked in blood.
Then, he concentrated on moving the cotton swab in the three bottles with a specific frequency and firm movements.
A violent “chirp” sound could be heard whenever a blood-stained glass rod entered a bottle. The ongoing alteration process was interrupted and underwent a mutation. Then, a light flew out from the ritual plate connected to the other two glass bottles. At the same time, a light flew out of the third glass bottle, bridging to the small gold bottle.
Although the process looked troublesome, Nicholas II could hand it over to the machine once the synthesis process was arranged in detail.
After about ten minutes, Nicholas II breathed a sigh of relief.
The substances in those three small bottles were exhausted.
The golden bottle had become heavy.
With anticipation, Nicholas II poured the hot red powder into a glass test tube after cooling it a little.
I wonder if it will work this time.