Extreme Cold Era: Shelter Don't Keep Waste-Chapter 802 - 31: Warming Potion

For Don Quixote, it was the first time he stepped into such a splendid palace.

Or rather, it was the first time he truly entered the residence of a high-ranking noble, truly witnessing what affluent nobility looked like.

Although he had always called himself a knight and considered himself part of the nobility, the gap between nobles can be larger, in some respects, than the difference between humans and dogs.

To Don Quixote, someone like Perfikot, a top-tier noble, was someone he never even dreamed of encountering.

But now, relying on his knight identity, he's finally able to step through the gates of this Northern Count. How could he not be increasingly triumphant?

Of course, in addition to being triumphant, he's still cautious.

After all, he's just somewhat delusional, not truly mentally impaired.

Facing such a high-ranking and powerful noble like the Northern Count, even as a knight, he must adhere to court etiquette without any lapses.

This is something that Don Quixote, who is obsessed with knight novels and constantly demands himself to live up to those imagined knightly standards, naturally feels he must achieve perfectly.

Thus, before going to meet Perfikot, he had Sancho help him remove his armor and change into a very outdated noble outfit.

He acquired this ancient attire by spending money, which genuinely originates from when a destitute old noble sold off family assets while Don Quixote, not yet a knight, scavenged it as a bargain.

It's said that these clothes were bequeathed by the other's ancestors, at least a century old, and while reasonably well-preserved, looked somewhat old-fashioned in style.

However, when Don Quixote appeared before Perfikot, he overall looked appropriate and in line with the requirements and propriety of noble etiquette.

Perfikot examined this outdatedly dressed old knight but couldn't see anything particularly remarkable about him.

Don Quixote's age should be around fifty, with graying hair and a thin frail body, looking like a malnourished old farmer who might be blown over by the wind, whereas Sancho standing beside him looked chubby, much healthier.

But neither of them are extraordinary, and there's nothing special about them. They don't seem like the kind who could travel far in the current harsh conditions of the Northern Territory.

Forget the current state of the Northern Territory, even the pre-apocalyptic Northern Territory would concern Perfikot as to whether any beasts might jump out and gobble them up.

Of course, maybe the beasts would find one too skinny and the other too greasy, and not worth eating.

However, Perfikot did not judge by appearances. After conversing a bit with this Don Quixote knight, she found he had an impressive level of knowledge and insight, despite having a somewhat severe case of some youthful fantasy syndrome.

Apart from being overly absorbed in knight novels, he was astonishingly knowledgeable to the point of making Perfikot take notice.

He was well-versed in various customs and noble knowledge, with many insights resulting from his personal experiences, allowing him to point out which parts of the books he had read were accurate and which were imagined.

Considering these aspects, he was indeed a very learned man if one ignored his rather severe delusional perceptions.

Moreover, he had traveled to many places and could be called an adventurer.

"Sir Don Quixote, your knowledge and experiences amaze me, but what puzzles me is, you don't seem physically strong and you only have a common servant with you. How do you manage to travel across the Northern Territory in such extreme conditions?" After chatting with Don Quixote casually for a while, Perfikot asked the question she was concerned about: "It's bitterly cold in the Northern Territory now, I'm curious about how you manage to withstand the cold outdoors? Even I have difficulty addressing this issue well, if you can help me solve this problem, I will not be stingy with my rewards."

Perfikot was speaking sincerely; to her, the wealth, fame, or even lands that Don Quixote desired were easily attainable.

The Lord of the Northern Territory, rewarding a knight like Don Quixote, couldn't be simpler.

As long as he could deliver what she wanted, all provisions were possible, and even should Don Quixote wish to become a true extraordinary knight, it was merely a matter of words in front of Perfikot's powerful alchemy.

What answer will you come up with, Sir Don Quixote?

Perfikot gazed at the old knight in front of her, hoping he could broaden her horizons.

"It actually relies on a potion I read about in a book, esteemed Countess." The old knight bowed to Perfikot then ordered Sancho to present a seemingly ordinary vial: "It's a potion I discovered in a knight novel, which according to the novel, a brave knight used against the evil Ice Witch deep in the northern ice fields.

Just one drop can make a person feel warm and resist the cold! This brave knight relied on the power of this potion to fend off the Ice Witch's cold magic, successfully slaying her, saving the realm called Narnia, and becoming king of that land along with his siblings."

Perfikot listened to Don Quixote's words, her expression becoming increasingly peculiar.

She had the old butler accept the vial from Sancho, using the Eye of Omniscience to appraise it.

"Inferior ancient warm elixir"

"Ingredients: Ordinary"

"Craftsmanship: Inferior"

"Effect: Consuming one drop (5ml) can resist cold for 8 hours, but the poor craftsmanship halves its efficacy."

Looking at the revealed text that no longer contained the usual 'review' commentary, Perfikot wasn't surprised.

Since the wise god residing in her eye had been sacrificed by her, naturally there was no more 'Artifact Spirit' to provide commentary, and the Eye of Omniscience had finally returned to its original state.

"So it's a warm elixir, a product of ancient alchemy, and the kingdom called Narnia might be a nation long forgotten in the annals of history?" Perfikot glanced at the vial, questioning Don Quixote beside her.

Don Quixote nodded, affirmatively saying: "Yes, esteemed Countess, I have examined all available literary records and found no trace of the nation called Narnia.

However, based on the described customs, I speculate it might be a country on the old continent after the mythological era ended.

But the time is too distant, and the history of this nation has completely vanished within the passage of time, leaving behind only a few legends."