Chapter 4: Potions and Scrolls

  If it was just a game in his heart at the beginning, then now, after seeing Vianna, he knew that he had to go all out.

  But first, he had to pay off the high-interest loan from Malfoy's goons, which required money, twenty silver coins.

  This is completely different from the game.

  In the game, even in the novice period at the beginning of the game, this money is also a small matter for Luo Lin.

  At that time, he was a formal warrior as soon as he was born, with a complete set of basic equipment on his body. Although the things were not good, swords, shields, and lock armor were all available, and the full-body equipment was worth more than one gold coin. He was a high-rich handsome man from birth. Under the warriors, there were a large number of laboring people... And he now belongs to this class of laboring people, and is also the most bottom-level broken household among the masses. His current assets are negative numbers.

  What can we do then?

  Not returning the money? Refusing to pay? Then Marlowe will surely show his true nature as a scoundrel, throw him into the sea for three days and three nights, and then sell him to a brothel as a plaything... This guy is definitely capable of doing such a thing!

  Go to the dock to work as a laborer? Earning up to fifteen copper coins a day, in a month it's less than five silver coins, this method is also unreliable.

  He has to think of another way.

  Luo Lin sat on the stone railing by the dock, deep in thought.

  Go do the task to earn gold coins? He remembered that there were several tasks in the game with generous rewards, these classic tasks that helped him a lot at the beginning, Lorin's memory was still quite vivid, and he could probably recall some details now.

  But he immediately negated this idea because he didn't have the ability to take on the task.

  When he accepted these tasks in the game, his lowest level was already at Level 5.

  A fifth-level warrior, already a somewhat famous figure. By the time of the Beastman invasion, he was already 15 levels old and had received the favor of Lord Primo, being praised as 'although not particularly strong, but one of the few intelligent people', this can be seen from the fact that he was able to get a position on the retreating warship.

  The game is like reality, because he has the strength, others will give him corresponding tasks.

  Now he is just a nobody, a lonely ghost who will die unnoticed one day, who would care about him?

  So taking on high-paying tasks is temporarily not an option, at least for now.

  Then go find treasure?

  The precious treasure is also in the dangerous wetland outside the city, next to which are extremely dangerous people or monsters guarding it, and many details he can't remember now, going there now is seeking death.

  "If this is an analogy of difficulty, then what I'm playing now is absolutely hell mode!" Luo Lin secretly cursed in his heart.

  No matter how hard Luo Lin thought, he couldn't find a solution. The game was full and rich, but reality was extremely harsh. Every opportunity for advancement had countless people competing for it, leaving very few opportunities for him.

  "Perhaps I should find a dagger and sneak up on Malfoy in the middle of the night to finish him off." Ron, who was at his wit's end and saw no light at the end of the tunnel, really wanted to go all out.

  Just then, voices of conversation came over.

  "Hey, did you hear? The Homelin sank in Mari Bay and all the cargo is gone."

  This news immediately perked up Roland's ears; he knew that Mari Bay was just outside the port of Vandom.

  "Serves him right! Who told the captain to set sail in the fog... Now that miser Homlin will have to get rid of that guy for sure."

  "That's none of our business. I heard Holm is looking for people to salvage goods, with a generous reward - one silver coin for each crate salvaged. You're so good at swimming, why don't you give it a try?"

  "I'm not going. The water in the Mari Bay is at least twenty meters deep, there are sharks and deadly seaweed on the bottom. I have a wife and kids to support, I won't risk my life for this money."

  The speakers were two dockworkers who walked and talked without noticing Rolen's presence at all.

  Luolin's eyes lit up: "Diving for treasure? One silver coin per trip... the water is too deep, it's dangerous, no one goes there, can't find anyone... Alchemy potion."

  One word after another jumped out of his mind and quickly formed a plan. His alchemy was going to make a name for itself this time!

  "Aquatic Breath Potion." An alchemy formula popped into his head, a very basic potion that could be made by grinding and mixing just a few herbs.

  Of course, Luo Lin did it in the game, but he didn't know if it would work here.

  "Is Alchemist useful?" He had to confirm this, as the Breath Solvent was the key to whether he could salvage the treasure chest.

  "In alchemy, the basic alchemical simulation without mysterious magical powers is close to 100%, and the degree of magical-assisted alchemical simulation is unknown."

  It seems that the world's elite still don't understand this world's magic and arcana, but having the first one is enough already, because breathing in sol gel doesn't require any magical power at all, just some simple hand movements.

  Luo Lin was a warrior, but his profession was alchemy, and he had already reached the master level. This simple medicine was not difficult for him at all.

  The materials required for underwater breathing gel are not many, only two, salmon algae and sea sponge.

  These two things are abundant in the sea, and Luo Lin doesn't even need to go to the sea to pick them up. When fishermen cast their nets to catch fish, they often don't catch any fish but end up with a net full of seaweed. He just needs to go to the fishermen's doorsteps to collect some, and no one will care about this little bit of seaweed because it's useless except for feeding pigs.

  In a fisherman's house near the port, Luo Lin took advantage of no one noticing and secretly collected these two materials, not much, half a catty of each was enough.

  After getting the materials, Luo Lin returned to the recovery room and prepared to work hard to get the breathing gel out as soon as possible.

  "Roland, you're back." said the old man who had spoken to him before.

  His name is Arat, a poor man who was originally a fisherman and had a son. As a result of encountering a storm while fishing, his 18-year-old son was swept into the sea. He himself was also hit by a fragment of the fishing boat in the battle with the waves and broke one leg. After recovering from the injury, his leg became disabled and he could no longer fish.

  After that, he moved into a shelter and lived on alms from the church and begging. Occasionally, Luo Lin would also give him some food when she came here, so they were still somewhat familiar with each other.

  "Hmm." Luo Lin responded with a sound, feeling somewhat strange in his heart. At this time, shouldn't this old guy be out on the streets begging?

  "Your foster father left something for you." Alatt said again,

  "Oh, what's that?" Luo Lin's interest was lacking, he completely expected Old Wine Ghost to leave him something good.

  The old man got up from the damp thatch, hobbled to the corner of the wall, reached into a mouse hole and fumbled for a while before pulling out a blackish short stick... oh no, it should be said that it was a dirty animal skin scroll.

  "This was what your foster father told me before he died. He said that he owed you an apology and had nothing to leave you but this scroll."

  Araat handed the scroll over, and Rolen took it, its surface greasy and blackened, with mouse bites taken out of the corners, and it would have been indistinguishable from trash if thrown on the ground.

  "Your foster father also said that this scroll can bring power to people, but at the same time it will also bring disaster. Whoever uses it will suffer misfortune, just like him. If you don't want it, then don't use it and throw it away."

  He was trying to open the scroll when he spoke, and upon hearing this, his hand shook, almost throwing this damned thing out of his hands. This old guy, dead and gone, still left him with such a jinxed object.

  But Luo Lin was very curious in his heart, what kind of scroll could give people strength?

  Strength, this is what he lacks most now. Because his time is running out, only one year left!

  "Thanks, Alat. I'll be careful with it." Rolin continued to unroll the scroll, believing that even if it had a curse or something similar, it wouldn't have much power. If it were really powerful, it wouldn't be hidden in an old mouse hole.

  "Hehe, your foster father was right. He said you would definitely choose the path of power, just like he did when he was young. He hopes that in the future, you won't regret it... Alright, time is not early, old man me has to go get relief porridge today."

  Alat the old man had already seen through the world, his expression was always calm, after finishing speaking, he limped away, leaving Luo Lin alone in the shelter.

  Luolin slowly unwound the dirty cotton thread that had turned black, and then slowly unrolled the scroll. The contents of the scroll gradually appeared, filled with a large number of characters, patterns, and lines, which together formed a mysterious and profound sword.

  This sword emitted a sharp and fierce aura. Rolin only stared at it for a few seconds before feeling his eyes sting as if pierced by needles, forcing him to look away.

  "I thought this was something good, but it's just a basic weapon scroll." Rolin let out a sigh of relief. Amos' last words were so mysterious and intimidating that he had thought it was some kind of evil artifact like a soul scroll used to contact demons.

  Weapon Scroll, a warrior's commonly used scroll that increases weapon attack power after use, usually becoming ineffective after 10 activations.

  Luolin was familiar with this thing, and he looked at the row of sword-shaped symbols on the edge of the scroll. There were five in total, indicating that the scroll could be used five times. However, four of the symbols had lost their luster, meaning that the scroll had already been used four times, leaving only one remaining use.

  There was only one left, which wasn't bad, but why didn't Amos use up this last one? Rolin thought back to the memories of his past life and inferred a general reason from the clues.

  It turns out this old guy was scared.

  Arms is just a roughneck, his martial skills are extremely poor, he shouldn't be one of the guards of Wandom at all, and it's unknown where he got this scroll from, but relying on the scroll's enhancement, he managed to mix into Wandom's defense team.

  He couldn't help but be exposed by others, so he carefully used the scroll, cautiously keeping this secret. In several critical missions, he relied on this to muddle through, and managed to deceive people for a full ten years.

  But the number of times he could use the scroll was limited, and when there was only one last time left, he couldn't bear to use it, for fear of being exposed. He voluntarily applied for discharge from the army. After his discharge, he had reached middle age, lost his source of income, and as a result, his wife, who had originally been a dockside prostitute, could no longer stand the straitened circumstances of their life, absconded with all the family's property, and he himself became dispirited, starting to drink heavily.

  "The so-called misfortune is not brought by this scroll, but the evil consequence of deception. Alas, foolish people." Rolin sighed and rewound the sword text scroll again.

  This is good stuff, whether it's useful for him or not, at least it can be sold for a good price.

  Roland rolled up the scroll and began to attend to his own affairs. He picked up the salmon seaweed and sea sponge, and started to concoct according to the alchemy method in his memory.

  First, the salmon algae was crushed and ground into a fine paste that couldn't be any finer, then the sponge was mixed in, stirring constantly for nearly three hours until the afternoon when Luo Lin had fully digested the little cake he ate, this ball of salmon algae mud finally succeeded in being stirred into a greenish semi-transparent gel-like substance.

  "It's done." Luo Lin slightly smiled, Zhi Nao was right, the basic alchemy simulation degree was indeed very high, this thing looked exactly like the one in the game.

  Then, Luo Lin put the glue into a piece of broken cloth, and a simple underwater breathing bag was successful. As long as this bag is stuffed into his mouth, when he sucks in air with his mouth in the water, the breathable gel will filter out the air like gills, allowing him to breathe underwater.

  Something like this can sustain a normal person's underwater breathing time for about three hours.

  To be on the safe side, Luo Lin specially tested it in the water and after making sure it was effective, he rushed out of the door excitedly to head towards the dock.