6.79 - Elrin Manastream
“This is as many as I can make on such short notice,” Throk said, as grumpy as ever.
Theo counted the various stills presented by the marshling. He had produced twenty of his base-level stills for them to work with. And he had done so in about four hours, which should have been impossible. But that’s what the alchemist relied on. The impossible. With this many stills, they could process a vast amount of Soul Blooms immediately. It was going to be another all-nighter if they wanted to get this done.
“Take whatever you want as payment from the treasury,” Theo said, sucking each of the stills into his inventory.
“I’ll have one house made of gold, thank you,” Throk said. “Or a pile of mythril, actually.”
Theo went through his interface, increasing Throk’s permissions to take from the storage at the smelter. “All the mythril you want. I’ll make sure Nira doesn’t export any of it.”
Throk rubbed his hands together. “Excellent.”
“Thanks,” Theo said, rushing out of the workshop.
Salire was already on alert, as was the defending force of the alliance. Zan’kir was already having a blast repositioning some guns. He had roped Ziz and his boys in to do some work on the east-facing cliffs outside of town. Since Theo had craved some paths over there, he didn’t see any sense in ignoring that as the best place to put a bunch of rail guns.
Each still in the lab was already working on a batch of Soul Essence. Theo took his twenty new stills and set them up on the second floor of the Newt and Demon. He wanted to distill all his things in the giant metal cube, but there was a problem. The lab—even if it wasn’t on the lab’s floor—provided several bonuses to distillation. They didn’t have Soul Blooms to spare. Salire arrived just as he was getting them primed to run, bringing enchanted water and Cleansing Scrub potions along to help the process.