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“My dear Count, what’s going on with my alchemy lab?” The woman in the alchemy robe smiled brightly at the Count, whose eyes were evasive, clearly indicating that he had something to do with it.
“I reminded you before I left, not to put any strange things in my lab, right?”
“Ahem, how can you call them strange things?”
“So, you did put someone in there, didn’t you?” Lana crossed her arms and gave Norma a sarcastic smile.
“Well, I’ve already had the room tidied up, and the materials used have been replenished.” To Norma, alchemists were a peculiar bunch, and communicating with them required caution, lest he accidentally offend them.
“So? Does that mean nothing happened?” Lana chuckled.
“And by ‘tidied up,’ do you mean the recipes are stacked haphazardly, materials are piled together, and the boiler hasn’t been cleaned of residue?”
“My mistake, I didn’t think it through.
Calm down, here, have some water.”
“Not thirsty,” Lana replied coldly.
“Then, how about some food?”
“I’m too full of anger to eat anything.” As a subordinate, Lana was probably the only one in the entire Count’s estate who dared to lose her temper in front of her superior, the Count’s personal alchemist.
“Sorry, sorry, my apologies.
How about this, I’ll double your research funding, how about that?”
“Is this a funding issue? It’s a matter of principle,” Lana said disdainfully.
“You lent my lab to those novice alchemy apprentices.
By Sera, do you know this could be a disaster?”
“Those alchemy apprentices could mix up rice and bone meal.
If something goes wrong, your estate and my lab could be blown sky-high.”
“It’s not that exaggerated, and I didn’t lend it to those clueless alchemy apprentices.”
“Really?” Lana raised an eyebrow.
“My lab was turned into a chicken coop.
Even a fool could guess it was those inexperienced, careless apprentices.”
“Tell me, Count, who did you let use my lab for potion-making? If it was just potion-making, couldn’t you have come to me?” Norma could hear that Lana’s words were not only filled with anger but also a hint of frustration.
“Not what you think.
How should I put it, that kid has a… well, a rather unique formula, and only she knows it, so I had to call her in,” Norma quickly made up.
“Oh? A unique formula?” Lana’s interest was piqued.
“What kind of unique formula, and how unique is it?”
“It’s said to be mainly for promoting blood circulation and longevity, um, that’s it.” Norma took out a bottle of light red potion.
Of course, he couldn’t reveal the main effect of the potion, or he’d lose all authority in front of his subordinate.
“Light red color, interesting.” Lana took the potion, opened the stopper, and sniffed it, squinting her eyes.
“Though the craftsmanship is a bit rough, there’s… how should I say, a certain taste that’s too strong.”
“What do you mean by a certain taste?”
“Hold on a moment.” Lana gestured for patience and took the potion into the lab.
Alchemists were such a peculiar group, prone to fury if their materials or recipes were moved even a centimeter, yet they could become elated upon discovering a novel potion.
Nearly an hour later, Lana emerged from the lab with a very serious expression.
“Count, why did you think of having someone make this potion for you?” Lana looked at Norma with a complex expression.
“Ah, you know the main effect of this formula?”
“Even I can’t analyze such a complex formula in such a short time,” Lana said irritably.
“Complex?” Norma was taken aback.
“Even you can’t understand this formula?”
“It’s not that I don’t understand it, but the choice of ingredients is unfamiliar to me.
The production process isn’t complex, but there’s an ingredient I’m not familiar with.”
“Count, you haven’t drunk this potion or had someone else drink it, have you?”
“No, why?”
“Good thing you didn’t, or it could have been fatal.”
“What? Fatal?” Norma was shocked.
“Is this a poison?”
“It’s not poison, but the energy contained in this potion is too much for an ordinary person to handle.
Drinking it all at once would result in one outcome: bursting to death.”
Hearing Lana’s explanation, Norma breathed a sigh of relief.
If Mo Li had deliberately made a poison to kill him, it would have been quite disheartening.
“Is it that terrifying?”
“I don’t know what was used to make this potion, but there’s definitely an extraordinary ingredient that makes this nourishing potion extremely potent, to the point of being lethal.”
“Can nourishment really kill someone?”
“Over-nourishment causing nosebleeds is common knowledge, my dear Count,” Lana rolled her eyes at Norma.
“So, this potion can’t be used? Or is it not meant for humans?” Norma suddenly realized something.
“It’s not that it can’t be used, it just needs to be diluted.
Based on the concentration of this potion, one drop should be mixed with about six hundred milliliters of water for human consumption.”
“Six hundred milliliters?”
“Why do you think I said the nourishing effect of this potion is terrifying?” Lana said irritably.
“Good thing you didn’t drink it, or I’d have to find a new employer.”
“Though the ingredients are top-notch, the craftsmanship is really lacking, just slightly better than an apprentice’s.
The creator of this potion probably doesn’t even know how terrifying its effects are, just stumbled upon a good secret formula,” Lana analyzed.
“So, Lana, how much do you think this potion is worth?” Norma took back the potion, pondering.
“Money? You mean commercial value? Hmm… conservatively, you could easily make a few thousand gold coins,” Lana estimated.
“That exaggerated?”
“What do you think? This is just a conservative estimate.
This potion can be diluted into thousands of bottles.
At a few gold coins per bottle, you could easily make thousands.
I haven’t even considered if the diluted product could be priced higher,” Lana said smugly.
“By the way, Count, what does that alchemy apprentice look like? What’s her name, and does she need a teacher?” Lana’s eyes twinkled as she leaned closer to Norma, her previous anger replaced with a smile.
