"Alright, since that's the case, I'll be heading back first," Fang Hao stood up.
"Yes, City Lord, have a safe journey,"
The female clerk outside the door once again opened the door and, with a twist of her waist, sent the two off.
Upon leaving the association building, Fang Hao looked back at the towering Ivory Tower.
Potions, in this world, held a very important status.
Beyond restoring life and magic power, there were also those that increased training experience and physical capabilities.
All were very practical potions.
Previously, he had thought of cultivating a group of alchemists for himself.
But in his search, he had only come into contact with a single Demon Alchemist, nowhere near enough to form a scale.
He could only order now from the association, and his own alchemists, he would train slowly.
After exiting the front hall, he boarded the carriage and returned to his residence.
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Five in the afternoon.