At this moment, Henry, the chairman of the Dubois family group, who had been silent until now, finally spoke:
"Charles, I heard Reginald Thackeray just now. It seems this healing potion is the work of a third-tier Beast Master. While I deeply appreciate Mr. Charlie's willingness to help us through this difficult time, the cost of hiring a third-tier alchemist is something we in Lsengard simply cannot afford…"
A third-tier alchemist might not be a big deal in the imperial capital, where talent is abundant, but in a small place like Lsengard, anyone encountering one would have to respectfully call them an 'alchemy master.'
The Dubois family group already spent 1,000 silver coins a year just to employ a first-tier alchemist, and the cost of hiring a second-tier alchemist was astronomical.
As for a third-tier alchemist... Henry didn't even dare to imagine.
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