Chapter 109 - 109. Cooking Serums (1/2)

After a few more hours of training, Mack took a bath and went to meet the herbologist. He wished to know how those serums worked in his body.

It was only the second day of Mack in this city, but he already knew it the same way any resident, not because of some special memory, but because the city was indeed very small, and along with his passive scan, Mack could 'see' everyone around him while he walked the dark and empty streets.

Getting close to the herbologist store, Mack waited a few seconds for his scan to come back, and as he expected, the herbologist was alone.

Mack knocked on the door, and a horsehead peeked at a side window.

'I never get used to those horsehead, this thing always freaks me out, geez'

Thought Mack to himself, but his eyes were fixed on the herbologist.

A few seconds later the door opened, and Mack took a step inside, the door closed again, and the street became empty again.

Inside the store, the herbologist kept looking at Mack and distress could be seen in the way his hands kept rubbing against each other behind his back..

”You should have come yesterday. What happened?”

Asked the horsehead.

Mack looked at the horsehead's eyes for three long seconds, but no answer came from his mouth.

”Lets get started, here is the blood.”

Said Mack, extending his hand that held a flask with blood inside.

The horsehead grabbed the flask with both hands as if was the most precious thing in the world and walked in the direction of stairs that lead to the upper floor.

Mack followed along, and when entering the upper floor, a small lab could be seen by the side along with other daily living facilities, the horsehead walked to the small lab and put the flask over a desk.

”You will wait or you prefer to come tomorrow?”

Asked the herbologist.

Mack again didn't say anything, and kept looking in to the guys eyes, he hated to respond useless questions the more, of course he would wait. Who would be so dumb to just trust a stranger with that? Thought Mack, but just kept looking at the man without saying a word.

”~OK~”

Said the horseman, already grabbing some liquids by the side and heating them on something akin to a microwave machine from earth.

”Because you didn't come yesterday, I already prepared all the basic stuff that could have been prepared without harming the formula”

Said the Horseman, mixing the blood and the already heated green oil in another flask.

After mixing them well, Mack saw the horseman grabbing a single petal from the Fire Bird Flower and putting over a torch that had blue flames.

The reddish yellow color of the petal faded and a single drop of a red substance fell inside another flask.

The horsehead mixed that red substance with some white powder, and a pink paste was formed.

”This is the process to remove the impurities of the petal oil, most herbologist just neglect this, but I'm a professional.”

Said the horsehead, as if proud of his honest and correct attitude.

Mack then saw the man grabbing something akin to a pistol from Earth, but with a long beak in it, and inserting the beak inside the paste, and when the man pulled the trigger, smoke rose from the paste as if it was boiling, but Mack could also see small and thin electric currents passing over the paste.

After a few seconds, the former pink paste was now a red powder. It seemed as if all humidity had left the paste and formed a powder with a red color and some way crystalized, just like sugar from Earth but red in color.

”Ok, now is the most boring part, as we dont know the purity of the warlock blood. We need to make trial and error until we get the right distribution percentage of each ingredient”

Said the horsehead, looking at the two flasks in front of him.

Then he put a glass pane in front of him, smeared a blue powder over it and, using two pipettes one each hand, released a drop of each of the liquids over a corner of the glass.

The horseman looked at the result, and, seeming not satisfied, did again.

Time passed, and the horseman kept doing the same for several minutes, until he had to clean the glass pane because it was already full of trials and errors and he had no more space for a new one.