After the meeting ended, Benjamin let the potion mages in the Academy mass produce the antidote. After all, they would need to prepare the antidote no matter what plan they adopted next.
The antidote was quite difficult to produce, and only a few of the mages within Potion Studies could successfully concoct them. Additionally, if they wanted to release the entire Mage Guild from the Queen’s influence, they would need nearly ten thousand bottles of the potion.
Thus, the Potions Department hustled to achieve the goal.
"Senior, I will no longer force you to remain here in the Academy as the research is now complete." Benjamin looked at the old man standing in front of the table in the lab, doing experiments and developing potions. "If you want to go back, I can send somebody to escort you back to Icor."
Instead, the old man just stared at the potion within the flask, as if he did not hear anything.
"Senior?"