Chapter 235: An Order of Magnitude in Profit
"A Potion of Youth?"
Ambrose seemed outwardly calm, but his thoughts were in turmoil. What kind of earth-shattering change was this? He'd only been gone but a few days. How had Isabel already managed to produce a Potion of Youth?
Had he been suppressing her talent all along? The moment he left, had she just… broken through to become a legendary alchemist?
In that case, why had he bothered to become a lich? He could've just seized her—no, that wasn't it. He hadn't failed to make a Potion of Youth because of lack of skill, but because the materials were far too expensive.
So what had changed? Had the elves reopened exports of magical herbs, lowering the cost of the potion?
But no, that wouldn't explain Isabel's involvement. Even if the materials were available, how could she have ended up producing such potions on a large scale?
Had the God of Alchemy done something?
Before Ambrose could dig deeper, Cardina, the maid he'd met earlier, returned and addressed the room. "Everyone, Miss Isabel will receive you in the main hall. Please follow me."
Mark immediately forgot about Ambrose and hurried after her. The others followed just as eagerly, afraid of falling behind, each hoping to leave the strongest impression on Isabel.