Iron Skin Potion 소설 & 이야기

As soon as she arrived at her little hut, the old woman set up a large iron cauldron on top of burning firewood. “The woman poured water into the container, waited for it to boil, then put in one by one the ingredients that had been taken from the forest. She also added a few sticks of cinnamon and didn't forget one special ingredient whose existence nobody knew about. The magic substance was in the form of powder, silvery yellow, and very shiny. Rainbow steam comes out when the woman sprinkles it, then dissolves again when stirred. She continued to stir with his mouth muttering the material. Then she took a jar of special clay, as a container for the magic potion. Every day, the ingredients

her attempt to change the subject and played along with her. Silver gave April the simpler tasks. To clean the herbs, boil some of them. Others she had to cut them into fine pieces. The most difficult task she performed was probably Squeezing the sap out of the stem of a plant known as the bloodstem. Like the name suggested its stem produced a sap, thick and red like blood. It was the most important ingredient necessary to produce a potion to heal bones. And then Silver began to grind the herbs, mix them, and let them heat in that beaker. He added more herbs to the mix as he turned up the heat.

"Drink it, Kaelor. Every drop." Aradaa’s voice was a jagged rasp. He knelt in the grey silt of the forgotten shore, his knees sinking into the freezing, wet sand. Between his hands, he held a rusted iron helmet filled with a thick, steaming liquid. Red. Smelling of copper and mountain rot. Kaelor’s head thrashed against a piece of driftwood. Snot and salt crusted his upper lip. His gold eyes were clouded, rolling back into his skull. "No... Aradaa... stop..."

Just the reminder alone made me want so much more. I slammed the book shut. One journal, bound in white leather, caught my eye. I opened it. A passage about fae glamour. "Iron is the only counter-charm. Pure iron, pressed to the skin. Glamour cannot survive contact with unalloyed iron. The fae may appear beautiful, but iron reveals the truth." I closed the journal. Iron. That should be able to protect me from Vivienne if she tries any rubbish. I knew where to find some.

Neither of them is courageous enough to question Raphael. After they left, Raphael pulled the medicine from his shirt pocket and looked at the bluish-green potion which has smoky consistency. He placed the vial closer to Irina's nose and opened its lid. Soon Irina inhaled the entire content of the vial. Nothing happened, which made the Raven Prince disappointed and sad.

I let the energy flow through me until I can almost feel the connection between the potion and my inner magic, “By night, by day, keep all fears and harm away. May those who wish the child harm, perish in the afterworld. Protect the child that grows within from those who wish to harm.” Pleased with the spell and wearing a little smile of satisfaction I find a couple of glass containers and split the mixture, finding I have enough for four doses. I hadn’t realized I had made so much. After bottling it I begin to look around for other things. I find Saltpeter, sulfur, and charcoal. And get to work immediately. “I was told I would find you down here” I look up to see Leneve hovering in the door

said Harmony, with the same beautiful smile. Elizabeth slightly cleared her throat and then continued: “The potion ‘burning silver’ contains: 8 large doses of clear water from the cold Spring 2 pinches of basil 1 small dose of pure silver 2 small doses of wormwood 3 seeds from Akebi fruit 3 sprouts of ginseng root ... ” But the girl was interrupted by the deafening noise of a clock used by all grandmas when they cooked something extremely tasty in the oven. “Excuse me Elizabeth, Miss Harmony interrupted. I’ll ask you to finish dictating the recipe after we solve the potion. We only have five minutes to put the other ingredients, because otherwise the potion instead of changing the colour wil

The Cardinal walked over and slapped Asger in the face, “This is a world where the law of the jungle rules. Is it necessary for you to chastise me here? According to legend, Iron’s direct lineage bloodline is mixed with the bloodline of the Black Cooter. Today, I shall witness for myself if the legend rings true. Do it!” A direct descendant of the Irons was forcibly grabbed and pushed to the other side of the smelting furnace as soon as the voice fell. All his efforts were unfortunately in vain. That man was thrown into the furnace not long after. Fye fire swallowed him in the blink of an eye as soon as he fell into it. He was completely consumed by fire, leaving no trace of himself behind.

He smiled and opened his palm, showing the elixir to everyone. They were all stunned. It was a pill with an iridescent sheen! What kind of pill has an iridescence to it? Ophelia nodded in approval as she said, “Ewan explain to Zoran what elixir you just produced.” Ewan laughed and proudly said, “This pill is the Five Spirit Pill. It’s named after its effect. Cultivators who consume it will see improvement in these five areas: tempering of the bones, increase in Internal Energy, the calmness of the heart, eternal beauty, and immunity against poisons.”

I didn't know what she had to trade for it, but I knew it was probably something worth more than gold coins. She dropped it on the ground and stomped on it. A swirling black portal opened before us. I pulled out the potions I had made while she was with Balor and handed her the small bottle. The thing smelt so strong of ginger and sage and looked like brown sludge, and I was sure it would taste just as horrible as it looked and smelled, but we had to take it if we wanted to have a chance at surviving our first five minutes without being captured or killed. "Bottoms up then," I said with a forced laugh. She grabbed her bottle, and we both opened it and took a drink. Nesrin broke out into a co