After all, it wasn't a professional crucible, so Arya didn't know exactly what the outcome would be.
But even so, the result was still good.
It recovered 3 points per second and lasted for 10 seconds.
According to the appraisal results, its Magic Points were only 2 points lower than the potion produced using a proper crucible. Although it couldn't compare with the original, it was undoubtedly great news for those with low Magic Points.
The most important advantage was the sheer quantity produced by the stockpot.
One stockpot combined with a single tin bucket could produce 400 doses per batch. Adding the 200 doses from the crucible meant a single batch could yield a total of 600 doses.
That was 1,200 doses per day.
If she added another 1,000 doses from one hundred enamel mugs, wouldn't that bring the total up to 2,200 doses?
Terrifying.
Just thinking about it was terrifying.
Looking at all the pots and mugs in front of her, Arya couldn't help but secretly click her tongue.
Arya: "Do you have any extra test tubes?"
Roy: "Yes, but they're all recycled ones and are currently being cleaned."
Look at that.
This was what you called professionalism.
Arya: "How many?"
Roy: "1,530 test tubes. 1,120 have already been cleaned, and 410 are still uncleaned."
Arya: "Give me the cleaned ones first."
Roy: "The prices have gone up recently. Several merchants are deliberately driving them higher."
Arya: "I'll give you one extra unit of materials."
As she spoke, Arya checked the current market price and gave Roy an additional unit of materials. She also handed over a few Apprentice-level Magic Potions as a reward for the hard work of cleaning.
After all, these were originally her own tasks. Now that someone else was helping her, she had no reason to be stingy.
Roy: "Alright."
After receiving the test tubes, Arya immediately began processing the freshly brewed potions.
Processing Magic Potions was relatively easy. She only needed to filter them. Even if the attributes were different, it didn't matter. As long as she filtered the higher-attribute ones first, contamination was not an issue.
However, when it came to dealing with the potions brewed in the enamel mugs, Arya started to feel overwhelmed.
In order to prevent contamination, every time a different potion was used, all utensils that had touched the previous potion had to be thoroughly cleaned—filters, decanters, funnels, gauze, and even strainers.
From 5 p.m. onward, Arya worked nonstop until nightfall before finally finishing the bottling work for the enamel mug potions.
She placed one of the finished potions under the small appraisal screen.
[Crude Strength Potion (E-)]
[Effect: Increases Strength by 2 points for 60 minutes after use.]
[Description: A potion that is neither a success nor a failure, leaving one full of complaints but not knowing where to begin.]
Next came another.
[Crude Agility Potion (E-)]
[Effect: Increases Agility by 2 points for 60 minutes after use.]
Another one followed.
[Crude Stamina Potion (E-)]
[Effect: Increases Stamina by 2 points for 60 minutes after use.]
And then:
[Crude Spirit Potion (E-)]
[Effect: Increases Spirit by 2 points for 60 minutes after use.]
"As expected, potions brewed in non-professional crucibles never get good reviews, no matter how accurate the process is."
Looking at the appraisals floating on the screen, Arya let out a quiet sigh.
She picked up another bottle, this one holding a pale-yellow liquid, and placed it onto the appraisal panel.
[Crude Slowing Potion (E-)]
[Effect: The target's Agility is reduced by 1 point for 10 seconds.]
[Description: A potion that is neither a success nor a failure, making one want to complain but not knowing where to start.]
Hmm.
The effect was 2 whole points weaker than what was recorded in "Potionology."
It was better than nothing, but Arya didn't particularly care.
The enamel mugs were originally meant for practice.
Any potion or Magic Potion she had never brewed before would be tested using them before touching the real crucible.
This was Arya's secret weapon—Magic Potions.
Although she was doing her best to remain cautious and avoid being tracked or followed, she still had no real combat power of her own.
But with a Slowing Potion, things would be different.
If she ran into enemies, she could simply throw a handful at them. Then, relying on her aerial mobility, escaping would become far easier.
If combined with her +30 Strength moonstone dagger, a counter-kill was not completely impossible.
However, her earlier plan of brewing two full batches of potions per day was clearly unrealistic.
One batch alone was already exhausting enough. If she pushed herself to do two, she wouldn't have time to study at all. She would simply collapse into bed.
Now that three pots could produce 600 doses per batch, there was no reason to torture herself.
Being forcibly transmigrated into another world and still living a 007 lifestyle wasn't suitable at all. It was much better to relax a little.
With that thought, Arya poured out all of the Agility Potions she had used for appraisal, the unfinished Agility Potion liquid still sitting in the enamel mugs, and even the Crude Slowing Potion mixture beneath a tree outside, destroying them completely.
After all, she would be relying on Slowing Potions to stay alive for quite a while.
Even though the Agility Potion only increased Agility by 1 point, it still posed some level of threat to her.
Only when such things didn't exist at all would Arya feel truly at ease.
All the remaining potions, except for the Apprentice-level Magic Potions with +50 Magic Points, were listed for sale.
Attribute potions were priced at a 1:10 exchange rate.
The +30 Magic Points potions were priced at 1:30.
As for the +50 Magic Points Magic Potions, they were all reserved purely for bartering.
It was also worth noting that many people had gone gathering today, and Arya needed blueprints.
In the end, Arya harvested 180 catties of herbs, along with a bookshelf blueprint and a distiller blueprint. After that, she closed the herb exchange trade bar.
180 catties of various herbs were more than enough.
At a consumption rate of 12 catties per day, it would last her for half a month.
"Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! Big Boss Arya is selling +30 Magic Potions this time!"
"Huh? Not +50?"
"Big Boss Arya must've seen our discussion yesterday. +50 is too unfriendly for people like us with low Spirit. +30 is different. I can actually use it."
"Exactly. I only have 2 points of Spirit. Using a +30 potion doesn't hurt that much."
"As long as you control the rhythm, the recovered magic won't overflow."
"I didn't expect Big Boss Arya to be this considerate. She really… I'm tearing up."
"You guys are only talking about Magic Potions. Didn't you see there are also attribute potions?"
"What's there to talk about? It only gives 1 point."
"It's probably Big Boss Arya's practice work, just like the old +10 Magic Potions. She isn't selling those anymore."
"Selling this kind of potion… is she crazy for materials?"
"Not necessarily. It's weak, but still usable, especially for someone like me with low Spirit."
"It's good because it's cheap. 10 units of materials. Even someone with 1 point of Spirit can use the Gathering Art and instantly collect 20 units of materials. That's instant profit."
"The math guy is back."
"But I agree with him this time. I'm going to buy one just to experience magic. We were forcibly transmigrated to another world. If I don't try magic, what was the point of being here?"
"Hahaha, you're right. It's only 10 units anyway. I'll buy a Strength Potion too. After drinking it, I'll have 10 Strength."
"Holy crap. Human limit. What did you do before?"
"Butcher. And I dealt with a few people along the way."
"Sorry, I spoke too much."
Pfft!
Seeing all this, Arya couldn't help laughing out loud.
Although District 666 was known as Evilman Valley, the people here were surprisingly entertaining and spoke very nicely.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
At that moment, Arya's friends list suddenly lit up.