Wizard: I am a goblin

Chapter 41 Hang in there! Poke!

"Poke! Poke!"

"Ugh!!!" The red-eyed goblin was stabbed through the back, and bright red blood gushed out, splattering all over the old elf woman's face and body, but she didn't care at all. She left the dagger in the goblin's back and sat back down in the armchair.

"You old..." Gebu was about to curse, but he forced back the words "xxdeng".

Tongtong struggled painfully on the ground, like a headless centipede, blood flowing everywhere.

"I suggest you start as soon as possible, because if your companion dies, you will die with him."

A drop of bright red blood trickled down Lady Peacock's pale face. She stared coldly at Gebu, a faint, enigmatic smile playing on her lips.

Magnubier's incredibly huge butt!! I swear...

Geb was both anxious and angry, but reason forced him to suppress these emotions—she was right, the potion had to be made immediately, otherwise he would be dead and he wouldn't be able to escape either!

With trembling hands, the little goblin quickly took out five young branches of deer vine from the medicine cabinet, stacked them in a row, pinched off the tops and bottoms, cut off the excess branches, and then twisted them together, ready to extract the juice.

Goblins don't have enough strength to make juice, so they need tools—Goblin made a juicing device, but it's not with him.

What should we do?!

Gebu's forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat; his nerves were on edge, and his body was trembling.

A muffled wail filled the room, creating an immense pressure that made Gebu feel suffocated...

Calm down, Gebu! It's not you who has a knife stuck in your back, so use your brain!

Geb said to himself.

The goblin's mind raced. He grabbed the deer vines, placed them in a groove, weighed them down with a stone mortar, pressed his own body against the mortar, and then used a long pair of pincers to grab the plant's stem and twist it—

The juice is squeezed out of the vine by the combined effects of rotation and gravity, and then flows into the container along the groove.

Gebu's little arms were taut, and he used all his strength to squeeze out the last drop of liquid from the vine.

Add salt! Filter!

Geb quickly picked up the container and placed it on the table. He measured half a pinch of salt with his eyeball, poured it into the container, and then stirred it frantically. In less than thirty seconds, the liquid began to foam, and the originally murky liquid turned into a uniform bluish-green color.

"Ugh—ugh..."

Gebu looked up at Tongtong. His struggles had weakened considerably. He lay on the ground, writhing. The dagger was still buried in his back, and blood stained the rope.

This guy's life is slipping away, bit by bit...

"Don't move, bear with it! Otherwise you'll bleed even more!" Gebu said to Tongtong through telepathy, his heart filled with anxiety, but he tried to remain calm.

Tongtong seemed to understand what Gebu meant. Enduring the pain, he lay on the ground, groaning in agony.

Gebu quickly separated the leaves and branches of the deer vine, then mixed in the morning dew of clover, stirred well, quickly boiled, and then waited for the liquid to cool and separate into layers...

This is the most time-consuming step, taking more than forty minutes—and during this time, Gebushiyao can't do anything else.

Unlike when making tranquilizing potions, when making this potion, blowing on it to speed up the cooling process would affect the liquid's separation. If it was ruined, there wouldn't be time to redo it!

I'm so anxious! I'm extremely anxious!

Gebu tugged at the tips of his ears, circling the crucible, his heart pounding with anxiety.

The old elven woman lay on her side, propping her chin up with her hand, squinting at the anxious goblin, and said casually:

"You'd better find a way to cool that potion down quickly, or your friend won't be able to hold on."

The tattered cloth stuffed into the goblin's mouth rose and fell with his panting breaths. His eyes were somewhat unfocused, and his groans were not as strong.

Hang in there! Keep poking! A fool's will to live is invincible!

Geb couldn't bear to look at the red-eyed goblin... Of course, it wasn't that I was reluctant to part with him...

If this guy dies, I can't escape either... Yes, that's it. I'm doing this for myself... probably.

Gebu convinced himself that he must stay calm and not act on emotion.

Cooling...cooling...

Herbalism textbooks don't mention methods for rapidly cooling potions. Gebu regretted not choosing the [Frostbite] spell; he thought it was useless at the time, but now he deeply regretted it.

There must be a way, there must be a way!

Oh right, it's not mentioned in herbalism, but it seems to be mentioned in the alchemy book!

Geb stopped in his tracks and quickly began to recall the contents of the book "The Super Guide to Alchemy":

When three parts moonstone powder are mixed with one part sulfur crystals and come into contact with water, they react and rapidly absorb heat from the surrounding environment.

This recipe was originally part of the process of refining alchemy, used to rapidly cool and solidify molten metal at high temperatures.

Since it can solidify liquid metal, it can also cool down a solution!

As soon as he had an idea, Gebu quickly rummaged through the materials cabinet on the oak table and, in less than a minute, pulled out a moonstone the size of a thumb and a small bag of sulfur crystals.

Crush it! Grind it!

Seeing the goblin's movements, the old elf woman sat up, raised her head, and looked on curiously.

Gebu mixed the white and yellow powders, then took a large bowl, filled it with water, and used tongs to pick up the glass container containing the deer vine solution that needed to be cooled, and placed it in the center of the water basin.

Lady Peacock's eyes lit up immediately.

At this point, Tongtong could no longer hold on; his eyes narrowed to slits, and the rise and fall of his chest became increasingly faint.

The old elven woman saw the goblin barely breathing, pondered for a moment, and then bent down...

Then he pulled the dagger out of his back!

"Ugh!!!!" Tongtong, who was about to close his eyes, was jolted by the intense pain and his eyes opened wide!

"It's not time to die yet, kid. I want to see what kind of tricks your companions have up their sleeves," the elf said to him in a voice barely audible.

"Hang in there a little longer!"

"Gob shouted, then threw the mixed powder into the large bowl all at once," Geb said.

The moment the two powders touched the water, a hiss! A cloud of white mist suddenly rose, and the pungent smell of sulfur instantly filled the entire room.

The water surface froze instantly, frost grew from the bottom of the bowl and clung to the glass vessel in the center of the basin—the deer vine solvent cooled rapidly and visibly, and the liquid gradually separated into layers.

Geb's small eyes were fixed on the vessel, trembling...

Hurry! Hurry!

Lady Peacock, holding a blood-stained dagger, stood behind Tongtong, her eyes wide as she watched Gebu's herbal experiments. She stared intently ahead, her body trembling with excitement.

Just a little bit more...

All right!

Gebu quickly pried the vessel out of the basin, ignoring the cold air burning his fingers, skimmed off the oily layer on top of the solution, and then rushed to Tongtong without even putting the lid on.

He pulled the rag out of the dying goblin's mouth with one hand, then pinched the goblin's nose and poured it down his throat.

"Cool...cool..." Tongtong protested indistinctly.

"Shut up! Swallow it! Don't spill a drop!"

"Cough, cough..."

As the potion flowed into the red-eyed goblin's stomach, his pale face slowly returned to a healthy green, and the wound on his back visibly healed... In less than thirty seconds, Pompom regained some strength. Although he hadn't fully recovered, judging from his eyes—he wouldn't die anytime soon.

Gebu collapsed to the ground, all his strength drained away.

I made it...that's great...

After coughing for a while, he looked up at Gebu with teary eyes, his eyes full of gratitude.

Gebu was panting heavily and couldn't speak; he could only pat his face.

A moment later, Geb looked up at Madam Peacock and waved the empty bottle in his hand at her.

"Is that enough, Madam Peacock? I really didn't lie to you..."

The old elf woman had regained her calm demeanor, showing no trace of her earlier agitation.

The silver-haired old woman, covered in blood... looked rather horrifying. She deliberately waited a few seconds before slowly speaking:

"Very good. It seems you're still somewhat useful to me."

"Heh...heh heh." Geb gave a wry smile. "The goblin is at your service."

"Five bottles in three days. I'll buy them for twenty gold coins each, and I'll provide the raw materials," Madam Peacock said calmly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

"Don't try anything funny, or you and your goblin friends will never be able to return to that forest—yes, I know where you're stationed and how many of you there are. Nothing in this area escapes the eyes of the Gray Raven Society."

Before Gebu could react, and was about to say something, Lady Peacock interrupted him:

"This is your only chance. Don't let me down."

"...Yes, Madam Peacock."

"Take them to the warehouse to get the raw materials," Lady Peacock said, turning to the Gray Raven guard beside her. "You'll meet with these guys in three days. If they try anything funny..."

"Kill without mercy."