Kinley had been a little worried that the workshop in the border town would be too crude when it was just handed over to her, the kind that did not even have a complete set of basic tools.
It was not rare. In fact, there was once a monarch of a kingdom who had given apprentice alchemists a few hundred Rions every month because of their lack of basic knowledge in alchemy, so that they could find a warehouse where they could create forbidden spell scrolls …
This was equivalent to giving a few university students a research grant of a thousand dollars a month to create an atomic bomb in the auditorium.
Still, she was stunned by what she saw after taking over the workshop and taking a look inside.
The interior of the workshop wasn't big, but it was filled with all sorts of experiment equipment, ranging from crucibles and furnaces of various sizes to cauldrons that could fit an adult without feeling cramped.
Moreover, there were also many transparent test tubes and unusual glassware piled on the table.
Kinley, who was quite accomplished in alchemy, could guess the usage and purpose of most of them at a glance even if she had never come into contact with those unusual glassware. In fact, she even believed that she would get better results if she used those in her alchemy experiments!
Apart from that, there was also a scale that was incredibly precise. As long as he said the name and weight of the material, it would immediately appear on the tray. There was also a quill that would automatically write as long as he said it verbally, and the ink would never run out. There was also a parchment that could automatically be bound into a book. There was also a bookmark that could help him quickly retrieve his notes …
In comparison, Kinley couldn't help feeling that her mentor's alchemy workshop, which was claimed to be the best in the entire continent, was as simple as an underground workshop.
Oh no. What if I get used to using such a fine alchemy workshop and can't use it in the future?
Perhaps I should build a good relationship with the believers of the God of Games so that I could keep using it?
No, come to think of it, if the alchemy technology in this church was really advanced and she could benefit greatly from it, marrying Angora right away might not be a bad choice?
"Although I don't want to disturb your silly smirk, please hurry up and confirm the condition of the workshop so that I can report to my liege."
Vela, who had accompanied her here to open the shop said impatiently.
"Oh, that's very rude of me." Kinley smiled when she returned to her senses. She looked so perfect that even Vela, who was born a village girl, felt ashamed of her own inferiority.
Fortunately, Vera was in a good state of mind. She curled her lips and soon adjusted herself. No matter how beautiful and noble you are, can you beat a murloc? I can! And he could even fight ten of them!
"Miss Vela, do you like Mister Angora?" Kinley suddenly asked, glancing at Vela.
"Sir Overlord, I naturally like it." "Not only me, but many townsfolk like His Lordship. After all, he was the one who brought us out of our predicament," Vera said expressionlessly.
"I see. Well, I like her too. "Kinley smiled.
Vera's eyebrows rose.
"Does Miss Vera like me?" Kinley asked, seemingly not noticing Vera's slightly dangerous gaze.
Vera was just about to say something when three people suddenly barged in.
No, to be precise, there were four of them.
One of them was a middle-aged male Player whose name 'Mufasa' floated above his head. Two of the other three were boys who were anxiously following behind Mufasa and had no words above their heads, meaning that they were not Players. The other girl was carried on Mufasa's back and was not a Player either.
The girl's eyes were tightly shut and her face was abnormally red. Her breathing was erratic and she appeared to be in pain.
"Miss Vela!" Mufasa did not expect to run into Vela here and merely greeted her after a brief pause, before turning to Kinley beside him. "Are you the new alchemist, Miss Kinley?"
The corner of Vela's mouth twitched. 'Why am I the big sister and she's the young lady? Do you think my fists aren't strong?! '
"Yes. Is something the matter?" Kinley appeared to have understood what was going on, but she still asked gently.
"Nana … the girl had been sick for some time, but she had been holding it in. We only realized this morning that her condition had worsened, and she's not a Player. Clerics' Dispel and Cleanse wouldn't do much, but I heard that you could make potions to cure ailments …" Mufasa quickly replied. "Please help her, I'll do anything!" "You must heal her," Mufasa quickly replied.
The two boys behind him nodded as well. "Us too!"
Kinley muttered the word 'Player' inwardly, but the smile on her face did not change. "No problem," she said with her extraordinarily gentle voice. "Leave it to me."
While most alchemists were self-important and would not care about the sickness of civilians, Kinley had no intention of doing so. For one, she had intended to build a good relationship with the believers of the God of Games in the first place. How could she turn a blind eye at a time like this? Secondly, she had always felt that those alchemists were too self-righteous. It was because they always monopolized alchemy knowledge that there were so few professional alchemists on the continent. They couldn't even huddle together to help each other.
"The potion ingredients in the workshop aren't enough. Are you sure it's fine?" Vela asked worriedly.
"I've just confirmed that it's enough to make a potion to deal with the child's illness."
Kinley smiled, and began to call out all sorts of weird ingredients from the scale to cook them in the pot. During this time, she also connected a few glassware with glass tubes. After she was done, she filtered the medicine and poured it into the tubes to begin the secondary processing.
In just a dozen minutes, she had completed the entire process of making the potion, and obtained a bottle of potion that resembled emeralds.
Kinley was very satisfied: it would have taken her another dozen minutes if she had used her mentor's tools, and the potion's quality would not have been as good.
"Have her drink it in two batches, with an interval of three hours between each batch. She should be fine by tonight."
After handing the potion to the four of them, Mufasa and the two children left, thanking them profusely.
Vela watched Kinley with a troubled expression.
After a moment, she spoke from the bottom of her heart. "The question just now … I don't like you. Still, I sincerely welcome you to our town, Miss Kinley. "
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Chapter 158
Kinley's New Life (Part 2)
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