Chương 11: The Succubus Sister Loves Milk

Although Caryl kept grumbling, she didn't stop Roland from decorating the room.

In no time, a cozy little room was cleaned.

Next to the fluffy bed, a magic table lamp was thoughtfully placed, emitting a warm yellow light.

After doing all this, Roland didn't feel tired at all.

In this world, magic can also enhance a person's physical strength.

Even a high-level mage can withstand immense force.

As for the warriors, through specialized training, they further enhanced their bodies using magic, and some could even withstand spells head-on with their faces.

It has a face as thick as a city wall.

While Roland was making the bed, Caryl was already wandering around the studio.

She had been curious about Roland's potion-making skills for a long time.

Especially that [Vitalizing Potion].

Although she wasn't a potion master, she was a century-old alchemy prop dealer who had seen more potions than Roland had drunk milk.

But she had never drunk such a delicious potion before.

It's not so much about making a good potion, but about making a potion that tastes good. That's what's truly impressive.

Even the most common healing potions are made up of all sorts of strange and unusual ingredients, such as phosphorus lizard skin, bubble grass, and blood bee nectar...

Therefore, the taste of potions is indescribable.

The most potent and mildest Holy Spirit potion is, at best, like water.

You can't add sugar to it, otherwise it will reduce the efficacy of the medicine.

For Roland, however, it was the opposite; she still can't forget the taste of that milk and peach juice.

Especially its rich milky aroma; even she, who had visited the royal dairy farm, couldn't find such a wonderful dairy product.

"It's unbelievable that such a rudimentary alchemy workshop could produce such delicious potions."

Kaliel looked at the alchemy pot that Roland often used. It looked like a fire element crystal plate with a large pot welded on it.

There were no amplification runes, no enchantments, and no high-level adjustment items.

The only tool was a spoon for stirring.

In her opinion, she would believe you if you said it was a cooking stove.

At that moment, she noticed a few bottles of white liquid sitting alone in a transparent cabinet engraved with small frost magic circles next to the alchemy table.

In contrast to the tightly sealed metal materials on the shelf, the white liquid was simply plugged in.

This does not comply with the regulations for storing alchemical materials; it looks more like a beverage that was casually taken out while working.

As if by some strange twist of fate, she opened the small refrigerator and took out a bottle containing a white liquid.

Upon opening, even at low temperatures, it exudes a rich milky aroma, like a playful little devil teasing her sense of smell.

However, being cautious, she still activated [Potion Perception] and inserted a finger inside.

Immediately, golden light emanated from his fingers, and sensory information flowed into his mind.

"Oh my! Such high-quality milk! Drinking it directly can provide minor restorative effects and strengthen the body."

"Could this be the milk produced during the pregnancy of some high-level transformed magical beast?!"

After thinking it over and over, the only creatures she could think of were dragons or unicorns.

However, it contains too little magic and its effect is too poor.

Moreover, that kind of monster milk is already an alchemical material, it doesn't smell good at all, let alone drink it.

With her mind racing, Kalil picked up the bottle and took a sip.

The moment the milk touches your throat, you're greeted by a rich milky aroma, a smooth texture, and a sweet taste.

The magic contained within resonated with her, causing the magic to circulate within her body and giving her a sense of positive feedback.

Chilled milk has a unique flavor.

It's like taking a bite of ice-cold watermelon on a hot summer day—it's incredibly refreshing, like being in heaven.

Too, too, too, too right~ What kind of fake milk did they drink in the palace?

The so-called imported Moo Moo dairy cows, grazing on golden pastures, are utter nonsense.

Very good. From now on, this unknown milk will be the designated drink for her, the Witch of Pleasure.

At that moment, Roland came out, intending to greet Caryl.

Kalil was seen cupping her face in her left hand, with an expression of enjoyment on her face.

He was holding a bottle of Roland brand milk in his right hand.

Milk stains still clung to its lips, which were then licked into its mouth by the long tongue that was extended out.

Roland's face flushed instantly, like a ripe tomato.

"What are you doing? Ouch!"

She ran over and tried to snatch the milk bottle from Caryl's hand, but she couldn't reach it because she was too tall.

Caryl had already raised the milk bottle high and was looking at Roland.

"Little Loran actually hid such delicious milk, but she didn't bring it out for her older sister to try. How stingy of her!"

As he spoke, he began to stroke Roland's head with his free hand.

"Can you tell me where you bought this? I'll give you a reward!"

Seeing that she couldn't grab any more and that the bottle was almost empty, Roland gave up and gave up trying to grab any more.

Upon hearing Kalil's question, he stammered, unsure how to answer.

"Uh... no, this, this is a secret."

"Please, little Loran, don't be so stingy!"

As she spoke, Kalil finished the rest of the milk and licked her lips with a lingering sense of satisfaction.

This made Roland even more embarrassed and ashamed.

"No, this... this was obtained through special channels."

Seeing that Roland was unwilling to talk about it, Caryl did not press the matter.

When you're friends, everyone has their own secrets, and respecting others' secrets is a good quality.

So she opted for a second-best option: a gold coin offensive.

"How about I buy it from you? I'll pay 5 gold coins per bottle."

Even the highest grade Moo Moo Milk only costs 3 gold coins a bottle.

Roland shook her head again; how could she possibly sell such a thing?

Regardless of the fact that Roland's milk can be used to make "Vital Potions," one bottle can be exchanged for five.

And this thing is...

So Roland firmly shook her head.

"No... that won't work either, these are very expensive potion ingredients."

This time it was Kalil's turn to be dumbfounded.

Using milk to make potions? Milk may taste good, but its magic content is far too low to be used as a potion ingredient.

"Could it be... you mean the [Vitality Potion]?"

Roland nodded, while Kalil wore a horrified expression.

"You're using the ingredients to make potions? Is this cooking?"

Roland had no choice but to pull open the drawer under the worktable.

Inside were twenty bottles of the "Mighty Potion," neatly arranged in a padded wooden box.

It just so happens to be sold to Kalil.

Caryl picked up a vial of [Powerful Potion] in amazement.

"My God, should I try making a potion using some ingredients?"

She rubbed the medicine in her hand as if she had discovered a new continent, while still not wanting to give up buying milk.

"Little Loran, how about I buy your special milk for 6 gold coins a bottle?"

"I only need one bottle a day. If you agree, I'm willing to give you this set of intermediate potion-making tools."

As she spoke, she conjured up an exquisite alchemy pot out of thin air.

The outer wall of the pot is wrapped with emerald green vines, and oval gemstones that emit a faint purple glow are inlaid in the gaps between the vines.

Intricate magical patterns connect the gems, which also emit a faint glow.

Its name is the "Rejuvenation Furnace".