Iron Harvest: When Farming Becomes Conquest-Chapter 276 - 12: The Witch’s Magic Potion

The event had ended!

Cultivation commenced!

Origin City had once again become busy.

During this period, Roman received a letter from Witch Forest.

It was a personal letter from the Prophet, written in the formal, correct language of a court letter.

First, it thanked him for accepting the wandering witch.

Next, it mentioned that the current situation was delicate.

It was not advisable for Witch Forest to make any rash moves; they remained hidden in the shadows of the Cangyue mountains, barely possessing some deterrent power, but that was all; no one dared to act rashly.

Fury, Church Court, witches, Cangyue... once the balance of power among these factions was disrupted, it was highly likely that the Pope would incite a full-scale Holy War.

The arrow was on the string, and it had to be released.

A pull at one thing affects everything.

By then, the entire situation of the land would be completely out of control.

Therefore, separated by great distances, the Prophet was unable to come in person to enhance Gwivelle’s abilities.

However, she was very interested in Gwivelle, a little witch with high-ranking potential.

Thus, she had sent a bottle of magic potion through a bird from the Beast Witch, as a token of gratitude.

...

Roman also saw the bottle of magic potion that arrived with the letter.

In this land, there were magical creatures, magical animals, magical minerals... and even magical plants.

But the definition of magical plants was broad.

In the current ignorant era, those colorful mushrooms, blooming Aconitum, deadly Mandala, paralyzing Fire Hemp, addictive Poppies, and others, were all classified as magical plants.

Some magical plants often only grew in specific locations.

Places like Cangyue Land, Igo Land, and Northern Land each had magical plants suited to their climatic environments.

They were all highly toxic and had miraculous effects, causing hallucinations.

Those who consumed them would enter a state of enchanted intoxication.

Spellcasters proficient in pharmacology could use these plants to concoct magic potions with various effects.

Although spellcasters did not have a professional education formed by scientific indoctrination, they still found a unique approach through simple observation and prolonged exploration.

They used various methods to remove or neutralize the toxicity, retain those special effects, and reduce the side effects as much as possible.

This was how magic potions came about.

In Roman’s view, this belonged to folk remedies, crude methods.

Unscientific, but effective.

The potion was stored in a crystal bottle, capable of preserving its medicinal properties; the bottle itself was quite valuable, and the potion inside was a secret formula.

Cangyue was a cursed place, overrun by monsters.

The plants there were more dangerous and malevolent than those in other places, and some magical plants could only be found in Cangyue.

Being specially sent by the Prophet, the potion was likely one of these specially made magic potions and was immensely valuable.

Roman took it as Witch Forest extending goodwill.

Quite normal, considering he had also extended goodwill to the witches.

He did not have the appetite to directly swallow the Witch Forest, but it was necessary to maintain a good relationship.

Both parties showed sincerity, and there was give and take.

Gradually, enough good will had accumulated.

By then, the absorption of Witch Forest by Origin City would not seem too abrupt.

This bottle of magic potion was something Roman had secured for Gwivelle.

He summoned Shasta, Margaret, Gwen, Monica, and several other experienced witches, including the protagonist, Gwivelle.

"Eh ya, it’s Leanna’s magic potion." Monica recognized the name and origin of the potion at a glance.

"Is there a saying?"

"It was developed by a court witch named Leanna. Although that Potion Witch developed many types of potions, only it can be called Leanna," Gwen explained.

"What’s its effect?"

Roman discovered the Prophet had kept something hidden and hadn’t disclosed all the information about the magic potion.

Shasta said, "Leanna’s magic potion is very powerful; it can greatly enhance a spellcaster’s power. Even an ordinary person who drinks it might awaken their talent for casting spells—the initial mortality rate was very high, but after improvements, the potency of the potion became milder. Still, even then, it has very strong side effects."

That is to say, to correctly administer the magic potion, one must rely on a witch’s knowledge of magic potions.

The Prophet was probably hinting at the importance of witches.

Roman didn’t care much for such tricks.

The Witch Forest had a way to mass-produce witches; otherwise, they wouldn’t boast about being able to take a Black Iron Duke away.

The system of magic potions and spell knowledge they possessed were two formidable weapons; getting the witches to reveal everything was not easy.

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He asked, "Is there still a mortality rate now?"

"The mortality rate is very low, I swear, with us looking after her, Gwivelle might experience side effects, but she certainly won’t be in any life-threatening danger!" Shasta said emphatically.

She never joked about her sisters’ lives.

Mortality rates are relative.

The mortality rate is definitely highest among mortals.

But with witches taking it, the mortality rate is greatly reduced.

For a high-level witch with potential like Gwivelle, it’s even lower.

Roman felt reassured by Shasta’s promise, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

After pondering for a moment, Shasta said, "You need to provide amber, jade, moonstone, Blue Gemstone, and a piece of Purple Crystal. This would help Gwivelle digest the magic potion faster and alleviate the pain caused by the side effects."

"Okay," Roman nodded.

The last time, he had obtained a hundred rare gemstones from Gael, which were far more expensive than ordinary gemstones.

This was just for auxiliary use and wasn’t a one-time consumption.

Even if it was going to be consumed, Roman had to provide it to see how effective it would be.

...

When Gwivelle took the medicine, Roman was also present.

She lay on the bed, surrounded by gemstones, her little face somewhat nervous and anxious.

"Don’t be afraid, I’m watching over you," Roman said.

His words brought her full courage and encouragement.

Gwivelle took a deep breath, pulled the stopper out, and drank the contents of the bottle in one gulp.

It was like drinking a bottle of chili oil—initially, she didn’t feel the heat, but soon her throat began to burn painfully.

Her limbs began to flail, and Shasta quickly pinned her down.

The side effects of the magic potion, although not deadly, included symptoms such as overall heating, throat inflammation, severe pain in the limbs, skin rashes, and fatigue with coughing.

It was like having a severe illness. Only by enduring it could one gain a significant increase in strength.

The process was bound to be very painful and could last from a few days to half a month.

Roman couldn’t stay there during this period.

After receiving Shasta’s response that everything was alright, Roman left the estate,

he had many things to attend to these days.

The first problem for the development of Origin City was that there wasn’t enough cultivatable land.

To be precise, there was not enough land for planting grass.

He had expanded the breeding scale and built several new breeding farms, where separated breeding consumed a huge amount of grass.

Alfalfa is a legume and improves soil health.

Alfalfa itself is also highly nutritious,

so Roman’s large-scale planting was definitely worthwhile.

The current situation was that the land used for planting grass last year was barren land and was only used for planting grass.

It was possible to harvest two crops of grass in a year, with rapid growth allowing for three.

However, the barren land had been improved this year, and now that it had a basis for cultivation, it could no longer be used for planting grass.