In the world of "Death", other than the initial faction choices, which were to become the Death God, the Broken Face, or other factions, there were also various other sub-classes.
Everyone could choose two sub-occupations, and Qin Jing chose to be an alchemist and a blacksmith.
When he was alone, in order to save money, he didn't let anyone go to the leveling area to collect medicinal herbs and refine his own HP and MP potions.
The game's money in the Death God World could be converted into real yuan. Qin Jing chose the Alchemist because he had the intention of making money from this aspect.
He was just from an ordinary family. He might not have a wealthy material condition or a prominent family background, but he would change with his own hands!
Being content with the status quo was the greatest sorrow of the poor. Qin Jing was not willing to just live like this. In the end, he would live his life as if he was waiting for death.
Obviously, he had succeeded!
Unfortunately, in the end, he stepped in the wrong direction.
"The system has been destroyed, causing everything to return to zero. Before it is repaired, a beginner level alchemist can only refine some simple medicinal pills, but it is enough.”
After Qin Jing carefully observed his condition, he revealed a smile.
After all, high-grade medicinal pills were not something he could refine. After transmigrating to this world, hoping for the various high-grade herbs from the Death God World to appear was simply like a pie falling from the sky. It was simply absurd!
As for ordinary herbs, they would definitely not have any problems refining low-level pills. However, he did not know if there were any such herbs in this world. He still needed time to investigate.
Qin Jing picked up the pen again and started writing on the paper.
"Bitter licorice, caltrop, Angelica, White peony root, Huangqi…"
Refining medicine was definitely not a simple matter. There was no such simple profession that could make money. At first, alchemists had to follow the synthesis diagram and mix the ingredients bit by bit. As for the result…it
was either a success or a failure. If they were lucky, the quality of the pills refined would increase, and their value would increase by a large margin. If they were unlucky, they would refine a pile of waste that even dogs would not eat.
However, in general, alchemists were not bad. Even if they were ordinary, they could still earn a little money. As for high-level alchemists, it was not difficult to earn hundreds of thousands a month.
As for Qin Jing, a grandmaster-level alchemist, he was already ranked in the top 20 in the entire Death God World. After all, he had an entire behemoth supporting him. Even if he had to burn money, he could also burn it to this extent.
The one he was writing now was the simplest basic blood replenishing pill in the game, commonly known as the Little Red Bottle. It could restore 600 HP, 100 HP per second, and full in six seconds.
With his current level, his attribute allocation was focused on his health points. He only had 550 points now, so it would not be a problem for him to recover them.
Qin Jing didn't know what would happen to an ordinary person. However, the HP he recovered was similar to the root bone in martial arts novels. Eating it should be able to slightly increase the vitality of the human body.
"..."
Forget it. Rather than having any unforeseen circumstances, it was better to directly refine the elementary pills that increased vitality. Although the cost would increase a lot, it was still safer.
After thinking about it, Qin Jing gave up on the idea of refining the Elementary Blood Replenishing Pill. He first refined two sets of Elementary Body Strengthening Pills and let Old Master Ren taste the benefits. Then, he promoted it and refined other pills.
As for the start-up capital, he naturally borrowed it from the old man.
Qin Jing pressed the prescription he had written down on the table with a pen. He stood up and walked toward the bookshelf beside him. He wanted to find a book related to medicinal herbs and compare them.
After all, they weren't in the same world. If the names of the herbs were different, wouldn't he be blind?
In the dark study room, only a dim yellow light shone.
The sound of books being flipped could be heard. The figure sitting in front of the desk was carefully identifying…
Night had quietly descended.
Outside, the moon had already risen into the sky. It was already midnight.
Qin Jing, who was carefully comparing them, rubbed his dry eyes. He raised his hand to look at his wrist and realized that three hours had passed without him realizing it.
Looking at the medicinal herbs that were more than half compared, Qin Jing felt a little helpless in his heart.
The difference was really too great. Almost all the names of the herbs had changed. If he took the original pharmacy to get the herbs, no one would recognize him in the end.
Creak ~ In
the study room, the sound of the door opening echoed quietly in the quiet night.
Qin Jing, who was bent over the table, raised his head. In front of him, a beautiful girl was bending her waist slightly and reaching her neck. She looked at him from behind the slightly opened door. Under the dim light, her expression could not be seen clearly.
"Come in." Qin Jing said.
Upon hearing Qin Jing's voice, Ren Tingting pushed open the door and walked into the house.
She held the tray with both hands, and on the tray was a celadon teacup.
It was already late at night, but Ren Tingting was still dressed neatly. She was wearing a pair of white floral pants and a moon-white coat. The young girl's well-developed figure outlined the charm of youth. It was unknown if she had not slept or had specially dressed like this.
Qin Jing looked at the tray that she put down and the teacup that she handed to him. A faint smile appeared on his tired face."Thank you, Tingting."”
It felt really good to have someone caring for you when you were at your most exhausted.
"Brother Qin, what are you doing? Why didn't you sleep earlier?”Ren Tingting looked at Qin Jing, who was sitting there, with a slightly reproachful voice. Her expression was filled with deep concern.
"Find some information and prepare to do something to earn money. After all, I'm living in your house now. I can't always be a freeloader.”Qin Jing picked up the teacup and took a sip of the hot tea.
The clear soup and hot tea seemed to carry a different kind of fragrance. There was a sweet taste between his lips and teeth. Even if he had never studied tea before, Qin Jing's eyes lit up. Good tea!
"Brother Qin, I was the one who invited you to stay here. How can you say that you're freeloading? Don't have such thoughts!”Ren Tingting looked at Qin Jing worriedly, afraid that he would suddenly want to leave.
"Thank you." Putting down the teacup, Qin Jing looked seriously at Ren Tingting, who was standing in front of him."But I'm a man after all, and I need to earn money to support my family. I can't always stay here. Otherwise, people will say bad things about you."”
"I'm not afraid." Ren Tingting blushed after she blurted out the words.
What did it mean for a girl to say such things? And it was in front of a man, so how could she be embarrassed?
Qin Jing shook his head noncommittally.
Looking at Ren Tingting who was still standing there, he pointed at the stool beside the table."Sit down. If you can't sleep, talk to me."”
"Yes." Ren Tingting hesitated for a moment before sitting down.
Night
, quietly.
Under the light, the young girl was sitting in front of the table with her hands supporting her round chin. Her watery eyes quietly looked at the man beside her, and gradually…she became a
little infatuated.
P.S. Tomorrow, he will officially come into contact with Ninth Uncle and his gang. Whether or not Old Master Ren will be bitten to death by zombies depends on everyone's opinion.
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