Chapter 8: Magic Potion and Alchemist

Mali also kept his spirits at a heightened state of alert.

However, the off-road vehicle didn't encounter any attacks along the way.

In fact, what brought him the most trouble were the ubiquitous trees, which became increasingly dense as they went deeper.

Mali often found that he couldn't pass ahead while driving, so he had to turn back and change direction to continue driving.

Not only was it a waste of time, but he also had to take a lot of detours.

If it weren't for the compass in his hand, he would have been dizzy long ago.

But no matter what, after nearly four hours of long-distance driving, he still drove out of the forest before dawn.

There was more than one piece of good news; the unsettling black shadow behind them also disappeared at some point, just as silently as it appeared.

Mali could already see the ridges and villages ahead, but they were not quite the same as in his memory.

Although there were roads here, they weren't gray cement roads, but dirt roads stepped out by people and livestock, with ruts and footprints everywhere.

By the side of the road, one couldn't see utility poles or agricultural tractors, let alone red-brick houses or small western-style buildings painted with GG slogans.

Replaced by some small wooden houses with thatched roofs, as well as sheep pens and cattle sheds surrounded by wooden fences; the whole village looked very original.

After experiencing a series of things last night, Mali had become much calmer about the scene in front of him.

In fact, he had even considered worse situations.

For example, the chestnut-haired girl and her clansmen all lived in trees; after all, elves... mostly love nature.

And he also saw other people here as he wished.

They were two human males dressed as militiamen, one looking quite old, and the other clearly just an adult, his face still full of greenness. They clearly also noticed the off-road vehicle approaching rapidly.

The young one turned and ran into the village, probably to report the news, while the remaining old militiaman gripped the thick, sharp-headed stick in his hand.

Mali didn't want to cause trouble, so he stopped about thirty meters away and then opened the passenger door.

The chestnut-haired girl jumped down and ran over. After a short negotiation, she stood on tiptoe and waved her arms vigorously toward this side, signaling Mali to follow.

By the time the two entered the village, many villagers had been woken up from their dreams by the young militiaman, even causing a small commotion, which was fortunately quelled quickly. Afterward, the panic of the crowd turned into curiosity, and many people secretly stood on tiptoe and looked toward this side.

However, the roar of the engine and the black smoke from the exhaust pipe always made them have concerns, and most people just watched from afar, not daring to come forward.

The chestnut-haired girl ran all the way to a small wooden house with a cherry tree planted in the west of the village, pushed the door open but didn't go in, and instead turned back and ran over to knock on the driver's door with a thud-thud-thud.

Mali stuck the Type 92 pistol in his back waist and also got out of the car.

One of his feet had just landed when he was grabbed by the chestnut-haired girl again, dragging him into the house impatiently.

After a short time together, Mali also had a rough understanding of this "hitchhiker" he met halfway. This guy was undoubtedly an impatient person, doing everything in a hurry, and while her execution was amazing, she was inevitably a bit reckless.

After entering the door, the chestnut-haired girl just took off the long bow on her back and hung it on the wall, then plunged headfirst under the bed, leaving only her butt outside.

She tossed and turned inside for a long time, and when she crawled out, there was a deer-skin bag that looked quite old in her hand.

The chestnut-haired girl shook off the dust on the deer-skin bag and opened it. Inside were two small glass bottles with thin necks and pointed bottoms wrapped in linen cloth, and the surroundings were also covered with elegant and complex silver patterns.

From her cautious movements, one could also see that these two small bottles were worth a lot, one of which was filled with emerald green liquid, and the other was rose red.

She put the emerald green small bottle back into the deer-skin bag, then pulled out the oak stopper on the other bottle, as if she had made some kind of determination, and drank the rose-colored liquid inside in one gulp.

Then her body tilted, and she fell straight onto the floor like this.

Her eyes were closed, her face was pale, and her whole person curled into a ball because of the pain.

Mali was also startled by her appearance, not understanding why she would commit suicide by taking poison after finally arriving home safely.

However, it was clearly not the best time to explore the answer right now. Mali quickly went through the first-aid knowledge he had mastered in his mind and was preparing to induce vomiting.

But the next moment, the chestnut-haired girl had already done a sit-up and sat up from the ground again.

"Uh, are you okay?"

Mali just blurted out subconsciously, originally not expecting the other side to answer, but he didn't expect the chestnut-haired girl to shake her head upon hearing this.

"I'm fine, just a slight magic backlash. Ordinary people using magic potions will have some side effects more or less, and it is said that it is especially intense the first time..."

She stopped halfway, then suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Mali, who was standing in place in a daze.

The two looked at each other for a while, and Mali hesitated, "You..."

"Success! I succeeded!" The chestnut-haired girl jumped up, where was there any weakness from before? Even the freckles on both sides of her nose were stained with excited red. "I knew it, the animal communication potion would definitely work!"

"Animal communication potion?"

"Aren't you an alchemist? Haven't you heard of the animal communication potion? This kind of magic potion was created to allow people from different places to communicate freely!"

"Judging from the name, it's clearly not for this purpose." Mali said, "Also, why do you say I am an alchemist?"

"This is obvious. You possess a very powerful alchemical creation." The chestnut-haired girl envied, "It even has a more moving singing voice than a bard."

"Uh... are you referring to the off-road vehicle outside?"

"Off-road vehicle? So that's its name," the chestnut-haired girl thought for a while, "Although I can't understand it, these three words must have some special meaning to you."

"No, it's just that everyone calls it that in my hometown."

"............"

"Okay." The chestnut-haired girl rubbed her dirty little hands on her clothes casually and stretched them out in front of Mali again, "I am Xia'er, a hunter of White Wood Village, and also the deputy captain of the militia. That... thanks for your help in the canyon before."

"I have been chased by that group of hateful goblins for a day and couldn't get rid of them. I was even forced into the Black Stone Canyon by them, and further ahead is the Forbidden Land that even gods cannot step into. Ah, fortunately I met you, otherwise it would be big trouble. By the way, you don't look like a person from the Leiwateleisi Continent. Are you from the West Continent, or the Nanfang Zhudao?" ===== CHAPTER 9 =====