Of course.
He was only referring to the theoretical level.
You need a lot of practice to actually configure potions.
To concoct a potion, the control of materials and magic is quite demanding.
Even the slightest difference could cause a potion to fail.
In this regard, his experience was basically zero.
After leaving the secret room.
Rod came outside the wooden house, poured a bottle of powdered potion onto the ground, and ignited it with flames.
A pungent smell wafted with the wind throughout the forest.
Rustling!
The bushes shook, and a werewolf followed the scent and came over, standing stupidly on the empty ground in front of the wooden house.
Soon, the few werewolves scattered in the forest all gathered.
Rod picked up the crucifix, physically cleansed the few werewolves, and did not even let their bodies go to waste, offering them all as sacrifices.
With the werewolf problem solved, the rest was easy.
Back in the village.
A few militiamen who were patrolling looked at Rod walking out of the forest and showed surprise on their faces.
One by one, they gathered like fanatical fans.
"Mr. Hunter, did you encounter those damn werewolves?"
"There should be a lot of werewolves in the forest, right?"
"If you need help, we can help too."
Looking at the militiamen who were talking all at once, Rod threw dozens of blood-stained fangs on the ground.
He had specially broken off the wolf teeth before sacrificing these werewolves.
It was to prove his evidence of hunting werewolves.
"I've cleared out all the werewolves around the village."
"The teeth of the werewolves..."
"How many werewolves do you have to kill to get so many teeth?"
Looking at the dozens of blood-stained fangs on the ground, the few militiamen only had disbelief on their faces.
He cleared out all the werewolves in the entire forest in one day.
Is this the strength of the legendary hunter?
"Call all the villagers over, I have something to say."
Rod said slowly.
The surprised militia leader, hearing this, immediately had people ring the alarm bell.
Looking at Rod with awe and fanaticism.
The werewolves that had plagued the village for years were solved just like that.
The people in the village finally didn't have to worry about being attacked by werewolves anymore.
At this moment, in his eyes, this powerful hunter was a god-like existence.
If it weren't inappropriate, he wanted to put Rod's statue in the church, so that all the villagers in Red Forest Village would convert.
What a great benefactor!
Ten minutes later, all the villagers gathered.
The village chief looked at Rod who was giving orders, his eyes were quite unhappy.
Since this guy came, he felt that his authority and rights as the village chief were all taken away by this guy.
But, with the strength there, he dared not resist.
He just felt more and more unhappy about this guy.
"I have to find a way to let the werewolves kill this bastard."
The village chief thought resentfully in his heart.
So what if you can kill werewolves?
If you can kill one werewolf, I don't believe you can kill ten.
At most, pay a price.
At this time, a few militiamen had already told all the villagers that all the werewolves had been eliminated.
Seeing that everyone didn't believe it, the militia leader took out those blood-stained fangs.
Confirming that these were indeed werewolf fangs, the villagers who were not convinced instantly made a commotion.
Werewolf fangs, this kind of thing can't be faked.
Seeing that the groundwork was laid, Rod spoke slowly.
"The werewolves in the village were created by humans."
"I've killed the witch hiding in the forest, and I got information from her that the village chief... is also her accomplice."
A group of excited villagers turned their gaze to the village chief in the crowd.
There were those who didn't believe it and those who doubted it.
"I said the village chief got so much food, he's in cahoots with the witch."
"This damn guy, he cheated us out of all our money!"
Seeing the bad situation, the village chief, who wanted to run away, was directly surrounded by a group of villagers.
"You, you guys don't believe this outsider, he's definitely lying to you!"
The village chief tried to argue a few more words, but he was directly swallowed up by the angry crowd.
"This is humanity."
Looking at a group of villagers who didn't even have the idea of verifying, they directly attacked the village chief.
Rod couldn't help but shake his head.
At this time, even if the village chief was innocent, no one would believe him.
For three years, all the villagers' savings were gathered in the hands of the village chief.
Now the werewolf crisis is resolved, and the village chief, the biggest beneficiary, will naturally become the target of everyone's hatred.
In the face of interests, what is humanity?
This is the human vice.
Moreover, this guy can be considered to have died a deserved death, not worthy of sympathy.
Rod turned and walked towards the village.
Although he saved the village, at this moment, everyone seemed to have forgotten his existence.
Everyone was vying to run towards the village chief's house.
In order to get the village chief's inheritance faster than anyone else, various ugly expressions and postures were revealed.
At this time, a blonde woman wearing a long skirt with an unusually full and plump chest stood in front of Rod.
Rod glanced at her, his expression changed.
The innkeeper's family.
"Aren't you going to go and have a look? Maybe you can grab some valuable things if you go now."
Rod put away the strangeness on his face, and asked with a strange expression.
"I just want to thank you for saving the village."
The woman slowly stepped forward, gently hugged Rod, and kissed his cheek.
A grateful smile hung on her face.
"Yesterday was the happiest day of my life, I'll never forget you."
Watching the blonde woman, who had lifted her skirt, trot away, Rod shook his head with a smile.
Although life is full of unbearable darkness.
But the occasional beauty is the most beautiful scenery on the road of life.
Unfortunately, some things are destined not to be scenery exclusively for him.
Rod suddenly thought of Little Red Riding Hood who was still in his pocket dimension.
He silently added a sentence in his heart.
Of course, there are exceptions.