Chapter 105: The Profane Sacred Slash
After casting a high-tier invisibility spell, Ambrose strode brazenly into the territory of House Skinner.
Though the house might boast a long history, it lacked the means to pierce advanced invisibility.
Ambrose passed through layer after layer of guards as if strolling through a park. He made his way straight into the mines.
Blast furnaces belched black smoke. Ore was sorted on the spot and smelted into ingots of various metals.
House Skinner's mines featured a peculiar composite vein of intermingled iron and copper, along with a potpourri of other metals, as if several separate veins had been forcibly kneaded together. It hardly seemed natural.
Such a deposit was a nightmare to work. Different metals required different smelting methods; they had to be separated first, then refined in furnaces at varying temperatures.
The more metals were mixed together, the harder the separation became.
Ambrose picked up a chunk of mixed ore and muttered to himself, "No wonder House Skinner is pouring resources into alchemical laboratories. This mine alone could never turn a profit. They might even be losing money."
This wouldn't be a problem for living mercury. No matter how many metals were mixed together, living mercury could digest it all the same.