Chapter 119 Nutrient Potions
"Kill!!"
The loud shouts of battle echoed across the training ground.
The barbarian soldiers were sweating profusely; their voices were hoarse but exuded an unmatched strength.
Matthew shifted his gaze away from them, focusing on the devil's root in his hand, carefully reviewing Instructor Arnold's secret recipe:
"Nutrient Potion, Intermediate Potion, Success Rate: 65%."
Having not even practiced yet, the success rate was already so high, Matthew felt entirely confident and turned to head towards the laboratory, instructing Butler Ralph as he went:
"Notify the armory. That batch of semi-finished products can now be processed."
"Also, issue the territory defense task. It's time for the adventurers to pitch in for us."
Thinking about the distress communication from Adam Smith, Butler Ralph looked at Matthew's calm face and said nothing, immediately going to arrange and coordinate matters.
Exhaling softly, Matthew glanced at his restored luck value and walked into the laboratory.
Bright light illuminated the entire lab.
What was once the size of a small chamber had been expanded into a miniature plaza.
The walls had been transformed by Matthew's magic into thick stone walls using the Mud to Stone spell.
The walls were etched with complex magical runes, including enchantments for material reinforcement, corrosion resistance, shock absorption, soundproofing, and anti-surveillance spells.
The stone chambers were separated into different laboratories.
In the largest golem laboratory, Mountain was hard at work.
The smooth walls reflected the image of new clay golems being formed.
Mountain's form had subtly changed to resemble a human more closely, as it stood before a nearly completed clay golem.
Waves of earthy yellow elemental energy spread through the golem as Mountain lifted its hand, enveloping the entire clay figure.
Matthew could clearly see that wherever Mountain's hand touched the clay golem, complex magical structures began forming rapidly.
Interestingly, after finishing the magic structure on the arm of the first golem, Mountain moved to the second clay golem and started working on its arm.
In no time, all five clay golems' arms were completed, and Mountain returned to the first golem to work on the other arm.
It seemed that Mountain was already experimenting with assembly-line production techniques.
Perhaps soon, Matthew's plan to upgrade Mountain into a more advanced "tool" might become a reality.
Arriving in the potion lab, Matthew began processing the materials needed for the nutrient potions.
Thanks to Old Village Chief Field's years of accumulation and the adventurers' thorough search of the Dark Forest's outer edges,
Bay Territory had amassed hundreds of magical plants and materials, and they had identified their locations, putting measures in place for their protection.
In the future, Matthew planned to establish a dedicated cultivation base to mass-produce these materials.
Nutrient potion production was relatively easy, and Matthew followed the instructions, processing each ingredient in turn.
Then, in a sterile cauldron, he added clear water, gradually sprinkling in the ingredients as the water heated up, and slowly began stirring.
The clear water quickly turned dark green.
Once the water reached a full boil, a faint, pungent odor emerged.
Matthew stopped adding ingredients and took out the peeled devil's root, placing the whole thing into the cauldron.
The boiling water bubbled fiercely.
The devil's root dissolved completely, turning the dark green liquid into a lighter green, while the pungent smell gradually faded.
"Potion Effect: 56%, Success Rate: 98%..."
"Potion Effect: 60%, Success Rate: 96%..."
"Potion Effect: 65%, Success Rate: 94%..."
"..."
When the potion effect reached 80%, and the success rate stabilized at 88%, Matthew stopped the brewing process.
The large pot of emerald-green liquid slowly cooled, and Matthew poured it into an automatic potion bottling machine.
The potion flowed down through the transparent glass tubes, filling rows of 50-milliliter bottles.
Once a row of ten bottles was filled, a raised float closed the potion pipe, stopping the flow.
A row of corks dropped neatly into place, sealing the potion bottles.
The tray of filled bottles descended, and a box filled with cushioning material was brought in from the sides, wrapping the bottles securely.
Another row of empty potion bottles was loaded, the float lowered, and the potion resumed flowing.
"Devil's Root Nutrient Potion, Intermediate Recovery Potion. After consumption, it rapidly restores stamina and vitality, providing a large amount of nutrition. Market price: 80 silver coins."
Matthew was quite satisfied with the effect of the devil's root nutrient potion.
With their help, the professionals' high-intensity training plan could proceed steadily.
More importantly, a pound of devil's root sold for 50 silver coins.
That pound could be used to make 50 bottles of nutrient potion, with a total value of 40 gold coins!
The potential was huge!
However, while there was currently plenty of devil's root in the ogre camp, if no cultivation began soon, the supply would eventually run out.
"Once this current enemy is dealt with, the magic plant and material cultivation plan must begin..."
After all, the number of professionals in Bay Territory would continue to grow, and the demand for resources would keep rising.
Constantly buying from outside would only leave them dependent on others.
Having their own production capabilities would allow Bay Territory to develop more quickly and securely.
Moreover, Matthew had a vague idea forming in his mind.
"From the perspective of attracting talent, recruitment is somewhat passive. If they actively come to Bay Territory, it often brings more surprises."
"This is the perfect opportunity to make Bay Territory famous and, while we're at it, build a transit base!"
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The freshly brewed 100 bottles of nutrient potion were quickly distributed to the barbarian soldiers.
An excited Instructor Arnold shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Haha, you lucky bastards, drink up! You get half an hour of rest after downing these potions!"
The sweat-soaked barbarian soldiers, panting heavily, curiously inspected the potions in their hands.
Beelzebub licked the salty sweat from his lips and downed the nutrient potion in one gulp.
The cool liquid slid down his throat, instantly dispelling his fatigue and exhaustion. With a surprised raise of his eyebrows, he eagerly shouted:
"Drink up quickly and rest! We'll resume training soon!"
The other barbarian soldiers didn't hesitate, gulping down the potions and letting out satisfied "ahhs" as the coolness hit them.
Matthew glanced at their training progress, put down his binoculars, and returned to making more nutrient potions.
He planned to brew enough potions to cover the next few days of training.
Time was of the essence!
Because he also needed to create custom weapons and equipment for the barbarian soldiers!
After some time training and assessing them,
Matthew concluded that training the barbarian soldiers to be obedient, highly-coordinated formation soldiers was a waste.
He had a better plan in mind!