Automatic Potion Making

Two sets of Dreamy Beetroot! Hammer hammer hammer hammer!

Grind, grind, grind, grind!

Use a spoon to scoop it out and put it all into the crucible.

Throw the mortar into the washing pool and then take out a new mortar.

The half-pack of creeping vines felt sticky to the touch. Feeling a bit physically uncomfortable, Lou Le reluctantly tossed it into the new stone mortar.

The two materials have different properties; Dream Beetroot has the [Witchcraft] attribute.

The creeping grass is of the [water] attribute.

If the juices are mixed together, it may cause the alchemy to fail.

However, even with herbs of the same type, the mortar and pestle still need to be cleaned constantly. But since they are of the same type, even if a little bit of juice is mixed in, it won't have a significant impact.

The creeping vine looks like seaweed when hammered, and it's very difficult to hammer.

Lou Le could only find scissors, cut the twining grass into pieces, and then press it down hard while constantly rotating and grinding it.

It took the little witch even longer than the Dream Beet to finally grind it into a paste.

Scrape the paste into the crucible with a spoon and watch as the water turns cloudy.

"Stargazing Technique! Activate!"

A mist unfolded before her, and Lou Le began to turn the stirring spoon, pushing the potion little by little toward the magic star.

Little by little, her hands were steady and strong.

Due to this characteristic of magic addiction, although Lou Le's magic power is constantly being consumed, his physical strength and stamina are constantly increasing.

As for strength, the little witch was too lazy to train, so her strength improved very, very slowly, almost non-existently.

High physical strength and endurance make the little witch's hands very strong and steady.

Carefully pushing the potion to the highest point of the spring-shaped path of the twining grass, the star was barely lit.

The flames were continuously ignited, causing bubbles to rise in the crucible, until finally, a loud bang was heard as it exploded.

The medicine was finally completed.

The crucible was only about 30% full of water, and it emitted tiny specks of light, giving it an overall ethereal blue hue.

And finally, writing appeared on the magic paper pasted on the witch's cauldron.

The instructions on the label specify the exact quantities of the two ingredients, as well as the method and number of stirring cycles.

After Lou Le infused it with magic, a line of words appeared on it: "[Mana Potion]".

Remove it from the outside of the crucible and put it back into the last page of the spellbook.

The paper was then reconnected to the spellbook.

He took the spellbook from his waist, placed it on the table beside him, and infused it with magic once more.

The pages of the book turned with a rustling sound, and the flames spontaneously ignited, the stone mortar was automatically cleaned, and the crucible was filled with water.

Everything seemed reasonable and orderly, and a bottle of magic potion was successfully made in no time.

"very nice."

She nodded in satisfaction. The power needed to drive the spellbook could be injected by herself or drawn from the magical radiation emitted by the magic tree.

While the magic book was automatically brewing potions, Lou Le walked towards the backyard.

The entire backyard is twenty acres, roughly 13333 square meters, not very large. It's about the size of thirty-one basketball courts, of which 3333 square meters is a lake. The other four types of terrain divide up the remaining 10,000 square meters.

The swamp is only about 2600 square meters, which is just a square with sides of 50 meters.

Unfortunately, these lands are all irregularly shaped, with grasslands being the smallest area.

The swamp was soaking wet; every step you took landed in mud.

There are very few trees, only a few scattered ones.

Dream beets cannot be grown directly in water; they can only be grown in swamps where they protrude above the water surface.

Fortunately, there were many mud pits in the swamp, and Limera, carrying a wooden frame, kept sticking the head of the Dream Beetroot into the mud.

The leaves, which had been somewhat wilted, began to unfurl at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Lou Le was very satisfied with Limela's actions.

Only after Limela finished planting did she wade out of the swamp, her steps uneven.

Lou Le also discovered the incongruity of this land.

There were no insects or animals.

There was none in the woods, nor in the swamp. The swamp seemed dead, its surface overgrown with weeds and duckweed.

Lime's fair legs were now covered with duckweed.

"Miss Lou Le."

She spoke with her head down.

"Well done," Lou Le said with a smile to Limera. "You can take a bath in the lake."

She pointed to the lake in the very center.

Near the house is a meadow, with a lake in the middle, woods on the left, hills on the right, and a swamp behind the lake.

Lou Le stood on the grass and smiled at Limela, speaking to her with a gentle demeanor, as if she were a different person from before.

"Yes, Miss Lou Le."

As Limela spoke, she placed the basket beside her, then took off her clothes and slowly walked into the water.

Lou Le sized up Limeira.

Hmm, very good. There are no scars on her body, and her skin is smooth.

The lake was crystal clear, without any aquatic plants, duckweed, or fish.

Limera can swim too; it would be strange for an elf not to be able to swim.

Swimming in the water lifted Limella's spirits.

Lou Le simply admired it; it was very beautiful.

After Limella finished bathing, she finally came out of the lake.

After summoning several firebirds that circled Limera a few times, the water droplets on her body finally disappeared.

Her long green hair was still a little damp, but she relaxed a bit after putting on her clothes.

"How are you? Are you happy?" Lou Le asked with a smile.

"Yes, I'm very happy, Miss Lou Le." Limeira's expression remained somewhat indifferent and expressionless: "Before, when I swam, I could only swim in indoor pools. This is the first time I've swum in an outdoor lake."

"That's good."

The little witch stretched and yawned before asking, "Limera, what kind of animals do you think would be best to bring here?"

"Introducing animals?"

Limela thought about it carefully.

"Yes, that's right, it's about introducing animals," the little witch said, shaking her finger. "Don't you think this place is too monotonous?"

"If you're an elf, having animals around will make you feel better."

Limera was taken aback, not understanding why the little witch would say such a thing.

But then the little witch added, "Besides, it can solve part of the food problem and maintain the ecological cycle."

Limera thought carefully for a moment, then lowered her head and said, "Miss Lou Le, I need some time to think about it and come up with a more detailed and perfect plan."