"Hold on a moment before you go."
Lary rose from his seat, his gaze sharp.
"Let's see if your alchemy skills have dulled. I have an order for a batch of Memory Elixirs—brew one for me."
Hutson felt a strange sense of déjà vu—like a graduate student under his advisor's scrutiny in his past life.
Without another word, Lary led him into his private laboratory. Inside, shelves were lined with vials, glowing in soft, eerie hues. Every ingredient for the Memory Elixir was already prepared.
The Memory Elixir was a potion that stabilized mental energy, a staple for sorcerers. Whenever they conducted high-risk experiments or suffered from mental exhaustion, a single sip could restore clarity.
A high-tier potion, its market price ranged between sixty and seventy magic stones per vial.
For Hutson, however, it wasn't particularly challenging. It was actually simpler than the Twilight Draught he had brewed before.
