Chapter 44 - 44. I Became A Guinea Pig For Potions Brewery (1/2)
”Wha... WHAT ARE YOU DOING...?!?!” I managed to holler when Joan advanced towards me and suddenly she gripped my mouth and popped the test tube cover open and poured the contents directly in my mouth.
”Aarrgghh... PTUI... PTUI...” I tried to spat out whatever Joan had concocted down my throat as she took a few steps back and looked at me. The taste of whatever Joan had poured from the test tube had a honey taste and I DEFINITELY DO NOT WISH TO BE TREATED LIKE A GUINEA PIG...
”WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT????” I screamed at her and felt the substance began to have a reaction from within. It was warm, then turned violently hot and then I felt a chill as though I was dipped into a tub of ice water. The interface began to ring like a broken down MP3 music inside my head and I wasn't able to comprehend a single word it said.
The feelings I've got right now and the ringing of the announcements in my head was making me crazy. Joan slipped a chair behind me and pushed my shoulders down as I was forced to sit there as a mix unknown sensations coursed through my body.
Joan stood there with her arms folded across her chest as she looked at the clock behind her and checked when she had administered that poison and how long was the effect. One moment I was breaking into a cold sweat and the next I was convulsing as if I was going to die the next moment.
My body felt light and heavy at the same time and after 3 minutes or so, I felt a calm, peaceful feeling as the ringing of announcements had subsided and I felt as though my body was back to normal again.
”How do you feel, Audemars?” she asked as she held a clipboard in front of her and was taking down some notes for her experiment on me. ”I FEEL LIKE KILLING YOU RIGHT NOW.” that was my reply to her question.
”Tsk... Tsk... Tsk... Audemars, would I dare to poison an MC of this novel eh? You can't think so pessimistic my dear Audemars. If I were to ask you in a polite manner to drink the potion, I don't think you'd want to do that.”
”OF COURSE I WON'T WANT TO HAVE ANY CONNECTION WITH YOUR POTION AT ALL...” I screamed again and my voice somehow boomed and passerby heard it very clearly.
”Calm down. You are in one piece right now, are you not? Go check yourself out first.” Joan advised as she poured tea and offered me one and I flatly refuse. I opened up my interface and it was a bit fuzzy because of the interference from the potion that was forced down my throat. Suddenly I saw a change in the statistics. ”Resistance +170%”
”Is this permanent or just a temporary buff,” I asked myself and finally, I calmed down and told her my Resistance had increased +150% against all elements.
”Very good indeed. I am sure you have a system where you can check for yourself. Don't worry, this is only temporary and it would wear off 15 minutes later.” Joan explained while she continued, ”Why are you here in the first place?”
”Definitely not going to be a Guinea pig for you, Joan. Here... Take this and let me know what you think about it. Its a 'Head To Toe' Shampoo meant for at least 10 uses for showering.” I explained as I place the porcelain bottle on top of the glass counter where I was forced down to sit on a chair earlier.
Joan took the porcelain bottle and looked at the design and its feel. I guess I had the right choice of getting a simple porcelain bottle to store the contents. One look of it, the ladies would have surely fallen in love with it.
Joan opened up the stopper and a lingering scent immediately wafted out of it and she can't help herself but took a long whiff and a blush of pink emerged from her cheeks, turned it, rosy and at the same time make her a little... Errr... Attractive?
”Aaahhh... This scent is indeed very nice. I could sense some kind of magic in this as well. You said before you were an Alchemist, am I right? A bit of in-between of an Alchemist and a Herbalist, you'd say?”
”Yes, that's what I said before to you when I asked about the instruments that you had used and how I could procure them.” I simply replied as I can't forget the way she manhandled me to force the potion down my throat. At least give me a heads up next time, lady...
”I can sense something within it as well, is it a magic spell that had been enchanted within or something? It felts very fresh, invigorating and somehow it manages to get rid of some of the tiredness I felt these days. What did you do?” she asked with her inquiring eyes and held a magnifying glass over her face as she looked at me like Sherlock Holmes would do.