Bab 176: Temper

Syryn was working harder than he had ever done. His overworked partner had been banished out of the alchemy room for a day. And Salem had protested vehemently but Syryn was more persuasive.

The alchemist perused through the catalogue of potions that Salem was selling.

25 entries needed stocking immediately. Written in red ink, the numbers stood out and they were in surprising amounts. At least a thousand of each entry. Business was good. No wonder Salem was always so tired.

With the increase in the volume of sales, the two of them wouldn't be enough to satisfy the requirements of their customers. Not even with the help of their new assistants could they make it happen.

Syryn had to make their lives easier. Big batches of potions would cut time and effort so it was a no brainer to the alchemist. A letter had to be written to Lord Peltner so he could enquire upon the smithy that had crafted King Hill's giant cauldron.