The night has quietly descended.
In the central district of "New Inn Port," within a hotel suite that exudes luxury and elegance.
"Delis, have you not completed your research task for this quarter?"
Leaning back in the soft sofa, Anthony gently swirled the glass in his hand, the purplish-red wine spinning along the rim. Seeing the girl engrossed in a piece of parchment in the corner, he casually asked.
"Ah, just a little bit more!"
Putting down the parchment filled with illustrations and symbols, Delis frustratedly scratched her head and complained:
"Thanks to Aiven's reminder last time, I've narrowed down a few mediums that can stably preserve the 'Strong Witchcraft Potion,' and I thought I could quickly produce results.
But I got stuck again at finding the optimal ratio and subsequent processing method for the stabilizer and the potion. The effects between different ratios are worlds apart; at worst, the glass bottles containing the potion would instantly melt!
