Chapter 383
Unfolding in Chapter 384 of "Chaotic Craftsman Worships The Cube": After another hour of enchanting, he finally finished all of the tree collars and let... Keep reading!
After another hour of enchanting, he finally finished all of the tree collars and let himself get set up for potion making, pulling out everything heâd brought for the act as he pulled out a mortar and pestle to show to Delair.âAlright, are you ready to attempt some alchemy?â
âYeah!â
âGreat, now since these potions are important Iâm going to just have you do some of the simpler stuff, with one of the main things involving using the wood everyone just brought back.â
He now had a pile of far more than the three branches heâd first been gifted ready to go, and with a sharp knife he began cutting off a chunk of one, tossing it in a pot with some water before placing it over a fire, the goal being to have it absorb what it could and soften up, letting them move on to the next stage of grinding it into a paste.
As they waited he spoke with the girl about the process, trying to explain what theyâd be doing as simply as he could for her sake, along with telling her about the potential that alchemic knowledge contained, not just the potions it could be used for but also its applications in smithing, and how it could be used to let items get even more out of certain affinities of enchantments.
It was something to worry about in the future, but not a priority. She had her low plant magic she could enchant with after all, and even if it wouldnât be as handy as other branches, there were still plenty of enchantments he could think of that he could get her to practice with once she got the skill.
He heard a hmph from his god but he ignored it. The wood was done so he carefully moved it from the pot to his mortar, showing Delair what he was doing to break it down before giving her a chance to try, only taking over again at the end as she got tired and to ensure it would be perfect for their needs.
From there, he didnât actually have much more for her to do. All of the other ingredients had been prepared before heâd arrived, the thought he might be teaching someone any alchemy not even a glimmer in his eye at the time, so instead he explained why he was combining them as he went, what purpose each ingredient served and why it needed to be added at different stages of the process while he stirred it all until it was finally complete, the only thing remaining being to use it.
âAlright, I guess weâre going to have to gather everyone in the village first, but for the time being since you helped with making it why donât you be the first to give it a try?â He told her as he divvied out the portion sheâd need to see the full effects of what they made and watched as she hesitantly took it, trying to contain her excitement as she took a sip.
âWow, itâs tasty!â
âHa, yeah it is. Always nice when things work out that way, isnât it? When you finish up, do you want to ask Hentath to gather everyone and we can get to sharing it?â
âAlright.â
Eager to get the rest of the town to try what sheâd helped with, she quickly finished the potion and ran off to spread the word, leaving just him and Thera as Myriad spoke in his head.
As the potions were distributed throughout town, a subtlety that Ben had at first missed began to rear its ugly head. An edge of fear, not clear on each villager at all times, but always around a few of them. The same fear that had gripped the world as the days kept on counting down.
It was on everyone's minds to one extent or another, the inescapable fact that odds were good that in a few short years theyâd all be dead, with the strain that came with that knowledge not so easy to hide.
Still, it seemed that the adults around were trying not to show it, with no desire to scare the children with something that couldnât be changed, and neither Ben nor Thera had any intention of talking about it either.
Both Falk and Sonya would be at craftsmanâs tower by the time thereâd be only thirty days left, with Ben and Thera joining them no matter how things turned out with his attempt in the woods, all of them needing to be ready for whatever part they could play.
He got no answer, all of the gods who would spend time in his head busy with other things with the end of the world so close as he held in a sigh, mingling with the dryadâs he hadnât seen in so long as they all tried to pretend that things were okay.