Chapter 287: Fair death

Hosgar Peak Monastery, residential area.
Lu Zhengkang handed Dilo the healing potion, which he made early, and it was still fragrant and refreshing after being chilled. When the young man finished drinking in one breath, his body surface was enveloped by golden life magic energy, and his wounds and bruises healed and disappeared a little bit.
The configuration of the therapeutic agent is really simple. The simplest recipe is blue mountain flowers and wheat. It only needs simple grinding, distillation and mixing. A novice can practice independently for a period of time. So, this is not a very precious medicine. Anyone who fishes on the road may know how to do it.
All things have magical powers. Alchemy is a piece of magical knowledge that stimulates, quintessences, and combines the magical properties of things, and exerts magical effects. In a broad sense, alchemy is of course not only a potion, but for classification reasons, enchanting , Forging magic equipment etc. separated. So now when people talk about alchemy, they mean alchemy potions.
Due to the lack of many medicinal materials, Lu Zhengkang was unable to make the necessary medicinal wine for exogenous exercises. Healing potions are a very good substitute. In addition, there is another thing that can be used as an essential item for training—the engine oil for exogenous armor.
Of course it is not real oil, but magic liquid, which is also a kind of alchemy potion, used to power the enchanting formation of exo-general armor. Apply the magic liquid to the whole body, and then use the massage technique to speed up the absorption, which can make the skin tough, firm the muscles and bones, improve the spell resistance, and lay the foundation for enchanting tattoos in the future.
Dilo was unwilling to let Lu Zhengkang give him a massage, so the troll man set up a big iron pot, added water, put on the tub, threw the bare Dilo in, poured water, and added magic. Can liquid. Ignite the firewood and heat it up in a water bath.
The young man was squeaking as he was scalded, and he was fluttering in the water like a rat in the water.
The troll man was like a hamster, pushing Dilo back into the water from time to time.
In fact, the water temperature is not high. Firstly, the altitude is extremely high. Secondly, the boiling point of magic liquid is lower than that of purified water. Therefore, the water temperature in the wooden barrel is about 63 degrees. With the strong physique of Nord people, soak for 20 minutes. There will be no problems.
Since the dragon soul Jonas was subdued, Lu Zhengkang has still not interrupted Dilo's practice. After the day came down, the young man was exhausted, and with the torture of the night, he was about to collapse.
Lying on the stone bed hard enough to kill, Dilo emptied his brain.
It's dark and cold here, but at least there is no wind and snow.
Jonas, he was still outside, tied to a stake, for a whole day.
"Mr. Baishan, I want to see Jonah."
Lu Zhengkang shook his head, "If you can't help, he will be fine."
"It's so cold outside, he's just a kid, he's from Brighton..."
"He needs to be close to dying before he can recover."
"Why?!" Dilo was frightened and angry at this unkind answer.
Lu Zhengkang was about to answer, but he suddenly couldn't help but coughed a few times. His throat was sore, but the roar was used too quickly and hurt his body. He closed his mouth quickly and breathed slowly for a while.
After using a cure, he is much better, but he has not healed. This kind of injury is not conventional. The remaining spiritual power is constantly damaging his vocal cords and lungs, and he needs to be recuperated for a while.
"Are you okay?"
Lu Zhengkang waved his hand and sighed slightly sadly, "Boy, you don't know what Jonas is in now. I'll tell you roughly. Just listen to it and go to bed. You should go to bed every day. You still have to practice qigong."
"……Yes."
"Do you know what is the most terrifying thing about dragons? It's not their spit, or their sharp claws, but they won't really die."
"Really? So powerful?" Dilo was surprised. Although the story of Ancient Nord's heroes fighting against the dragon has been circulating, after all, it is too ancient and few people really go back to explore the details.
"For a dragon, they never have the concept of death. Even if you defeat him, it is just a nap for himself.
"Once you are not afraid of death, you will be very rough in your attitude towards things. The dragons are domineering, galloping across the sky, and enslaving the earth, how amazing!
"However, death is fair after all, and they also have a day of death. Gonord’s heroes created a spit-head called [Dragon Break], and their hatred of the dragon is their will to let them experience death. So they realized that they were not fearless. What they fear most is death that they have been neglecting!"
"So what does this have to do with Jonah?"
"He is a dragonborn, and there is a real dragon hidden in his heart. Being constrained by the mortal obsession with life and death, it is death that can make him afraid and succumbing. In the face of such fear, his courage is weak and unbearable. One blow, look, he won't let himself die, let alone Jonas."
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The winery was very hot. Jonas stood in front of a large copper distillation chamber, carefully watching the flames rise in the combustion chamber, hitting the top again and again, being suppressed and scattered, like a flame plate, holding From the huge wine room.
"Sometimes, I think, what is flame? Does it have quality? It is moving, like a stream of water, but water and fire are so different that they can’t coexist—hey, why do the opposite behave? What about similar qualities?"
He did not speak, now it is his turn to speak. The two people who were incompatible with fire and water have actually reversed their personalities.
He always likes to say some whimsical ideas, showing curiosity about natural phenomena, many are reasonable, many are also very absurd, in his mouth, the world is very beautiful, like a drama, preparations are in the background , The things presented are all operating in the invisible track. Why does the flame rise, why does the rain fall, the reproduction of animals, the rise and fall of cities, the brewing and bottling of a bottle of wine, these are all organized.
He likes the natural order, but doesn't like the artificial order.
Among the nine holy spirits, his favorite is Giuliano, the of wisdom and logic.
However, he did not believe that the logic of the world was created by this Holy Spirit. He regarded Giuliano as the embodiment of the reason and logic of the world.
If even God is not qualified to be beaked by the rationality of the world, then the order of mortals is even more superficial and ridiculous~EbookFREE.me~ There are many novel ideas, some are thoughts from childhood, some are notions of wandering, and some It's strange thinking in the college. He dismissed these things.
"Sometimes I think, when will I die." He continued to chatter. At this moment, Jonas in his memory started to eat dinner. The winery only provides two meals a day to small workers like him, a piece of moldy. Rotten bran bread, half a bowl of turbid, sour, bitter and salty potato soup with coarse salt. The slave merchant sold him cheaply to the owner of the winery. Although he is still a free man in law, he is actually a prisoner, not as good as a prisoner, because there is no end to such a day, and only death can save him. pain.
Many older slave workers said that when he grows up and has strength, he will be able to eat better things. What they didn't say was the more onerous work.
This is also a kind of order. If this kind of order is judged by people who have nothing to do with it, it may ignore the sad faces of the slaves and boast that the slave owners are particularly responsible for their families.
Jonas just didn't like this order.
He said suddenly, "Stop talking."
He didn't care, "Death is not a humiliating thing, just like a holiday, it will always come, and it also has the suddenness of surprise."
"Enough! Stop talking!" He yelled.
Death, death, death, he always tried his best to avoid the word, but he just didn't go along and talked about his views on death, just like an expert who is obsessed with investigation.
"You know what a shit! Of course the life of a mortal ant is nothing to care about!"
He smiled, "So my father said that some people are born more fair. The life of a dragon is life, isn't it that of a human?"
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