High Above

September 15th...oh, think about it carefully, today is indeed his birthday.

Ian quickly remembered that today was his birthday. It was hard to imagine that he seemed to have only told Isengard once, but he didn't expect the other party to remember it so clearly.

Most of the boy's friends in the imperial capital are here - it sounds like there are a lot of people, but in essence it is just the three fairies Hua An, Shuangdie, Mo Feng and Isengard.

They prepared a quite sumptuous banquet for Ian and decorated the house... very festively.

Of course, for the culture of the empire, purple represents nobility, red represents war, and celebration and joy are gold and amber, representing unexpected wealth and mellow spirits.

"There's no need to make such a big fuss..."

Ian was pulled into the restaurant decorated in gold and amber by Isengard, and saw a table full of delicacies, some made by chefs, and some made by these friends themselves.

He felt a little embarrassed: "Thank you..."

"There's nothing to be thankful for."

And Isengard was a little confused: "It's just a small banquet, as it should be."

"Ian, you haven't had much time to come to the imperial capital, and you don't know many people. Otherwise, even if there are no birthdays or festivals, everyone would still be eager to find a reason to relax for a day every day - you have basically spent the past two months hanging out. Being in a lab is not good for your mental health, and I’ve long wanted you to relax.”

The truth is this, but for Ian, doing alchemy experiments is the only way to relax. He really wants to socialize with other people. If he encounters someone who is not smart, his blood pressure may rise every day.

"Yes, yes." Hua An nodded, looking very indignant: "It's a birthday, but is this still a fairy? It's a rare day when you can drink!"

As she said this, she took a sip of sky-blue mead that exuded faint fluorescence. On the spot, the entire goblin emitted the scent of sweet wine, and its wings glowed blue.

"That's right!" Mo Feng also agreed: "We are all scholars. If it is not a holiday, we are not allowed to drink addictive drinks!"

With that said, she poured a small glass of wine directly onto herself - a very direct way to drink. Mo Feng's original body was composed of various liquids, and now the wind fairy's body composition was surprisingly much more. A lot of alcohol was produced.

Frost Butterfly: "Where's mine?"

She looked a little anxious because neither Hua An nor Mo Feng would give her the wine.

"You are not allowed to drink it." Ian said: "No, look, this is grape juice, rounded up it is still wine."

Frost Butterfly: (0～0)

Although she looked a little unhappy, Frost Butterfly finally went to drink the grape juice happily.

Among all the people present, only Hua An and Mo Feng can drink, and Mo Feng is not only able to drink, she also likes drinking very much.

According to Mo Feng, alcohol is not a good thing for human beings. Drinking too much will reduce the rationality of ordinary people, making people slow and mentally retarded.

Although there is a saying about drinking to enjoy yourself, it is difficult to guarantee that people will not drink too much.

But to fairies, wine is just a fragrant drink.

However, if goblin scholars drink every day, it will lower the image of goblins in the eyes of other races, so the goblin town has regulations that scholars only allow goblins to drink freely during holidays.

The regulations are very good, but unfortunately there are policies at the top and countermeasures at the bottom.

For fairies, they celebrate their birthdays every day.

"How about a drink?"

At this moment, Isengard handed Ian a cup of purple 'drink'. In addition to thinking of his brother Ellan's eyes, Ian also smelled a little bit like wine.

He originally wanted to refuse, but he heard Isengard's happy voice: "I brewed this! And after today, Ian, you are considered an adult, and you can drink some wine."

"Actually, the Ascendant won't get drunk after drinking a bucket of it. I just keep a habit out of habit."

Since it was made by Isengard himself, there was no need for Ian to maintain it. He took a sip, raised his eyebrows, and said in surprise: "This is... a concentration potion?"

The drink brewed by Isengard, or in other words, a special potion tastes very good.

It has a lingering fruity fragrance in the mouth, and then quickly transforms into a mellow wine taste in the mouth. When it is digested and absorbed by the body, you can clearly feel the improvement in concentration, perception, energy and other aspects. Even the physical strength has been restored a lot, and there is a feeling of stretched vision: "It also contains the ingredients of a physical potion!"

Ian closed his eyes, felt it carefully, then opened his eyes in admiration and said: "This is a high-grade elite compound potion! Just such a small cup is enough to restore nearly half of the energy of an ordinary sublimated person!"

"At critical moments, this is an excellent supplement to quickly restore physical strength."

After saying this, Ian noticed Isengard's expectant expression, and then praised: "The most important thing is that it tastes good - it tastes really good. You know, neither the concentration potion nor the physical strength potion tastes very good. The taste is spicy and bland, but Isengard you have transformed the spiciness into a wine-like taste, so that most people can accept it!"

"Yeah! I call it 'Shu Liquor'. It's the first potion I developed independently."

Although it is just a fusion of two known potions, as we all know, fusion is also a very advanced alchemical method, especially since Isengard can actually add an extra flavor without reducing the effectiveness of the potion - this method can really be called a genius.

Ian and Isengard had two drinks. When the two sat down to chat, Ian realized that Isen had not been used to eating solid food recently, but he also understood the importance of taste.

It was obviously unrealistic to ask him to go back and drink the stamina potion every day, so the blond boy thought about it and decided to improve the taste of the stamina potion.

But after such a period of research, he found that it might be difficult to change the physical strength potion alone, but if the effects of different alchemical potions were combined, the taste would naturally change accordingly, so he went back to studying the compound potion, and the results were achieved.

Art wine is obviously a luxury product. Whether it is used as a medicine or as a sublimation wine, its effectiveness is quite significant, and it is expensive, and ordinary sublimators cannot afford it.

But for the nobles in the imperial capital, no matter how expensive the wine is, it is of no use, and they have long been tired of those overly exciting sublimated drinks. Seeing that Ian's feedback is so good, Yisen plans to make more and deliver them when the time comes. Make gifts for several alchemist masters. If they still have objections, then improve them and give them to your mother.

This is considered a birthday gift. Ian is very happy. This is a new alchemical idea for him. As expected of Isengard, he really knows what he likes best.

As for the goblins, they prepared the goblins’ favorite ‘Fire Dragon Soup’ for Ian. "

Fire dragon soup is a very, very delicious seafood soup. It is a traditional delicacy in Falling Star City. It can be said that it combines the most delicious taste of all seafood without any strange fishy smell.

Ian didn't know how to describe the deliciousness of this soup for a while. If he had to say it, it would probably be the taste of the sea.

Then, in Hua An's boastful tone, he learned the origin of the soup.

First, the frost butterfly creates ultra-low temperature, freezes the shells and meat of various seafood, and then completely crushes them.

Hua An separates out the worthless calcium powder and bone residue and meat paste, and refines the purest taste.

Finally, there is Mo Feng. She uses the cooked soup stock and uses just the right amount of ultrasonic vibration to perfectly blend the seafood purification with the soup.

——This is simply molecular gastronomy!

Ian has finally experienced a part of goblin delicacies. It seems that these little things also have a unique understanding of food. In the future, he will probably be able to taste many similar delicacies in goblin country.

"Then why is it called Fire Dragon Soup?"

When everyone was enjoying the taste of the sea with a small bowl of fire dragon soup, Ian asked curiously: "There is no fire dragon-type Warcraft material in this."

"It's very simple."

Hua An put down the spoon and made a gesture: "The goblin who invented this soup thought it was too delicious, so he drank several pots of it in one afternoon. The whole goblin exuded a strong fresh fragrance, and ended up wandering around the beach. While flying, it was swallowed by a passing prairie dragon."

"Although he ran out in the end, he was very embarrassed. To commemorate this interesting process, we called this soup 'Fire Dragon Soup', which is a soup that even fire dragons find delicious!"