Chapter 498: A Good Threat
“The dark wyvern I killed?” Derek asked before opening his arms up and leaning back, giving the alchemist a good look at the armor made out of the same wyvern. “It was more of an undead wyvern with darkness abilities,” he said. “But yes, I don’t think I’d forget the beast that my armor and glaive are made out of.”
“Well, I took some of the parts that would be of use in armor or weapon crafting—the stuff that Brandi didn’t seem to want—and I did some experimentation. There’s not a whole lot you can do potion-wise with materials from a beast with such elements—well, other than poisons.”
“I see,” Derek said. The wyverns that they have killed were big, and they had split a lot of the materials, still, after Tyron finished harvesting all the dragonkin that Derek had brought back, Derek had ended up with a ring packed almost full with wyvern parts, and another packed with the meat—on top of a bunch of rings that had the lesser dragonkin in them. So, he was perfectly fine if Roman used some of it—especially since he obviously had gotten it all from speaking with Malorie. If she thought it was okay, then Derek wouldn’t dare be mad.
“So, since poisons and toxins are only one step away from a high-leveled brew, and I had been able to create a new brew out of the other materials I received from you, I gave it a shot in the hopes I could make something that worked for someone like you,” Roman explained.
“And you succeeded then?” Derek asked.
“Now, that’s the thing,” Roman said. “I’m unsure if I succeeded. Seeing how potent the last brew was, I really don’t have a way to test this one without jeopardizing the life of whomever drinks it. I’m even hesitant to give it to you.”
“Hesitant, but totally willing,” Derek replied with a laugh.
“Well… yes,” Roman smiled and put his hands behind his head. “You are such a great potion tester, after all.”
“So you brought me here, once again, to be your guinea pig…” Derek smiled and shook his head. “In that case, what are you waiting for? Go ahead and pour me a mug of it,” He hit his fists on the counter before looking around. When he looked to his left, he frowned.