Chapter 6. Soil Preparation, Status Line Functions
It was 8 p.m.
Brock went back to his bedroom and sorted out all his belongings.
There was the blood of the Iron Bull.
The Bloody-faced Mushroom controversy.
Soil acid solution, decomposition reagent, magical crystal dust.
And the most valuable items: Old William's notes on planting plants and the drawing of the spell 'Moon Dew'.
Brock put them aside for a while and went to his desk to continue working on tasks he hadn't completed during the day.
Spending money was easy; earning it was difficult.
Reputation was crucial for attracting future customers.
This time, Brock spent almost 1 golden buck, leaving his wallet completely empty.
Fulfilling texting orders was Brock's only source of income, and he certainly did not want to jeopardize that earnings.
It was 10 p.m.
Finally, Brock finished, shook his numb hands, took a deep breath, and went out to the balcony to clean his head a little, then returned to the table and took out the drawing of the spell 'Glowing Moon Dew'.
It was a thin brochure, only a dozen pages long.
The first part outlined the basic principles of Shining Lunar Dew and demonstrated its effects.
The last page was a beast's skin with clear spell schemes engraved on it.
Brock read it carefully, trying to remember everything.
Reaching the last page, Brock closed his eyes, calmed his mind with meditation, and put his hand on the drawing.
Magical power flowed.
It was as if a large hand guided Brock's inner magical power, allowing him to experience all the details of the first-person release of the Shining Moon Dew.
The most valuable part of the entire Shining Moon Dew spell drawing was this animal skin on which the wizard who owns Shining Moon Dew engraved the spell inheritance scheme.
This reduced the difficulty of learning for the wizard's students without a teacher.
It was also the most common method of inheriting spells among wizards.
Of course, the inheritance scheme was not without its drawbacks.
Brock thinks the biggest drawback was its value.
A few minutes later.
The magic light on the inheritance scheme gradually faded.
Brock stood up, went out to the balcony, reached out, and tried to recall the sensation he had just experienced, channeling his magical power with spiritual energy to draw visible spell runes in front of his palm.
Like a precise mechanical structure, the runes formed a mysterious and complex magical chain, and water elements in the air resonated with it, gathering in thick fog.
Unfortunately, during the spell's creation, Brock's skill was insufficient, and the critical rune turned out to be wrong.
The whole spell chain broke up in an instant.
The surrounding fog turned into falling raindrops, flooding the entire balcony.
Feeling the cold creeping through to the bone, Brock smiled helplessly, went to the bathroom, took off his clothes, put on only shorts, cleaned up the rest of his belongings, and continued his attempts.
Magical power was consumed over and over again, and the sound of rain came from the bathroom from time to time.
Trembling in the cold, Brock wiped the water, returned to his room, wrapped himself in a blanket, and began meditating to regain his magical strength.
It was 12 a.m.
Brock still hasn't made much progress, and the autumn nights got colder.
Although the practice of the Dawn Breath Technique made Brock physically slightly stronger than that of an adult, the prolonged exposure to the technique was still unbearable.
Fortunately, the Guton Academy of Wizards had good basic amenities and a hot water supply.
After taking a hot bath, Brock lay down and fell asleep.
At 5 a.m. the next morning, Brock woke up as usual, went downstairs to practice the Dawn Breath Technique, and then, when it came time, went to class as usual.
During lunch break, Brock returned to the dorm, but did not continue studying Moon Dew.
With enough daylight, Brock had more important things to do.
It was preparing the soil for planting a blood-faced leaf mushroom.
The soil served as the basis for most magical potions.
And the soil preparation was to provide the most suitable environment for growing a magic potion.
Brock took information about Mushroom Bloody Whaler from the library that he had previously researched and recorded, and compared it to Old William's landing notes, reading it from start to finish.
The blood-faced mushroom was one of Brock's alternative targets when he first began growing magical potions.
Its biggest advantage was its rapid growth rate.
It needed low light, and if it had enough nutrients, it could mature in 15 to 23 days.
The ideal soil for bloodtail mushroom should be slightly acidic, with a high content of magical power, and it is best to use the decomposed roots and leaves of the magical potion as a basis.
Brock pulled a bag of Edward Soil from under the bed.
Edward, a renowned specialist in third-level magical potions in the Kingdom of Sangha, developed this special soil through his research.
Since it was almost neutral and required only the addition of various materials to create a suitable environment for growing any magical potion, it was inexpensive.
Thus, it became an indispensable ground for aspiring manufacturers of magical potions and became widely used.
Others called this neutral soil 'Edward's soil' after Edward.
This bag of Edward's soil was left after Brock's last cultivation of the Blue Star grass, and he moved it to the balcony.
Then he took out acidic soil solution and magical crystal dust, mixing them with Edward's soil in proportions.
After initially completing, Brock used acid test paper and a magic force meter to check the pH level and the magic force content, respectively.
After a few adjustments, when there was too much water, more flour was added, and when there was too much flour, so to speak, more water was added.
The two key values are finally up to standard.
Brock is already sweating. He patted himself on his aching lower back, tore out all the stems of Blue Star grass, threw them into a large vat, and poured a decomposition reagent into it.
At the same time, the stems of Blue Star Grass in the vat turned black like concentrated sulfuric acid and began to spread a putrid smell that hit him in the head, comparable to the smell of hundreds of rotten eggs.
Brock didn't expect it to smell so much, so he quickly covered the vat with a lid and then ran back to his room.
Ten minutes passed.
After calculating that the time had come, Brock returned to the balcony and opened the lid.
The stems of the Blue Star grass have completely rotted, turning into a black, loose, soil-like substance that still emitted hot steam from recent decomposition.
Brock poured out the drink and let it cool naturally.
After doing such a lot of work, he was finally able to start the official landing.
Using the prepared soil as the bottom layer, he filled one-third of the flower pot.
Then, he mixed the soil with the rotten stems of the Blue Star grass and filled the flower pot with two-thirds.
At that moment, he was able to spread the spores of the 'Bloody-Face Big Leaf' mushroom, and the remaining third was completely covered with the rotten stems of the blue star grass.
The rest is watering, covering the flower pot with a cloth to keep out light, keeping the temperature, and allowing mycelium to grow and develop into mushrooms as quickly as possible.
Looking at the results of his long work, Brock straightened up, full of feelings of accomplishment.
At that moment, a code of magic potions opened next to him.
An image appeared on the empty third page.
It was Bloody-faced Mushroom that Brock had just planted.
"The blood-faced mushroom"
↑ ↑ ↑ "Disciple"
↑ Quality ↑: Ordinary
"The exploratory effect": Contains vital energy; once extracted, the original solution can be used as raw material for life potions.
↑Station –: Sprouting... Gray linear worm eggs hide in the environment, affecting the success of spore sprouting.
Brock frowned when he saw the last status record.
Gray worms were common pests parasitic on magical potions.
In the wild, conditions were difficult and competition was fierce: hundreds of seeds were considered good if at least one grew and reached maturity.
Thus, plants that gave a magical potion and eventually survived often had high resistance to disease and could maintain a balance with gray linear worms.
However, in an artificial environment, it was impossible to ensure the same survival of the fittest as in nature, so gray linear worms became a problem.
If there is an outbreak, only one in ten plants will survive.
Brock has already faced this problem when growing Blue Star grass.
Although Brock faced difficulties, he was not confused; he was even pleasantly surprised.
Because Brock saw another function of the code of magic potions.
It was a check on the state of the magic potions.
This allowed Brock to find out anytime, anywhere, if the magic potion was infected or if he was missing something.
This greatly increased Brock's success in creating magical potions.
I've got a few bottles of grey worm reagent left over from last time; I can use them later.
Brock took his time: the gray worms were not fire and would not have broken out right away.
Brock then followed suit, completing the planting of the remaining spores and then removing all the flower pots in which the Blue Star grass was planted.
Next, Brock planned to plant Blue Star grass.
The first stage of feedback from the Blue Star grass was to increase the magical power.
Brock was very curious, what is the second stage of feedback?
How do you activate the second stage?
The continuation of the Blue Star herb cultivation helped find the answer.
As for basic pollution, Brock had a clear understanding of the issue: as long as he controlled the number of plants planted, there would be no big problems.
The Blue Star grass had already been planted and the soil was ready. After checking, Brock replenished the magic crystal dust and planted the seeds.
At this stage, both the blue grass and the Bloody-faced Mushroom had already completed their initial planting; now it was left to wait for them to germinate.
Looking at the flower pots on the shelf, Brock's eyes glittered.
With a code of magic potions, his life, like these unsprouted magic potions, was full of promises.
Suddenly.
Bam, bang, bang.
There was a knock on the door.
Brock didn't have many friends at the Guton Wizard Academy. He thought it was Chester, so he took off his apron and gloves and opened the door.
However, he saw a blonde blue-eyed girl standing at the door, her nose covered and her eyebrows furrowed, as if she wanted to say something, but held back.
The look on her face seemed to say:
Do you cook feces in your room?