Chapter 191: The Pill is Made

Two hours flew by, and the sounds from the crucible had shifted from a 'gurgle' to a 'sizzle'. The liquid inside had clearly evaporated. Henry, with a serious look on his face, halved the fire under the crucible. Removing the lid, a rich aroma of the pill filled the air, bringing a satisfied smile to his face. But he couldn’t afford to be distracted now, not at this crucial moment. "Is that the scent of the pill?" Frederick, who had been pacing outside anxiously, perked up at the smell. He couldn't believe the young Henry hadn’t deceived him and was actually producing a pill far superior to anything he had ever made. Inside, the jelly-like liquid in the crucible was nearly dry. Henry, sensing the right moment, suddenly intensified the fire. As a wisp of blue smoke rose, he struck the crucible with a firm clap. "The pill is made!" he announced. With a crisp sound, the contents of the crucible transformed, and the flame extinguished. At that moment, an inexplicable gust of wind push