Andrew continued working with the cauldron, crafting several more batches of high-grade elixirs. Then, without the slightest hesitation, he kept half of them for himself.
The other master alchemists watching twitched at the corners of their mouths, their faces filled with envy. Yet, none of them dared to say a word.
Even though most of them were already in their 70s, with snow-white hair, they still had to address Andrew as a senior. And as juniors, they had no right to criticize the way he did things.
Amari chuckled and said, "Andrew, your habit of skimming a cut is just as polished as ever."
What he really meant was that even with Brielle standing right there, Andrew taking half the loot for himself seemed a little ruthless.
However, Andrew showed no reaction at all, as if he had not even heard.
"Whatever Mr. Lloyd takes, he fully deserves," Brielle said instead, nodding her approval without the slightest care.
…
Meanwhile, Mikayla had spent quite some time searching before she finally found Isabelle.
"Belle, what are you doing here?" she demanded the moment she saw her.
Isabelle was carrying bags of all sizes in her hands. "I'm buying some good supplements for Andrew. Mikayla, give me a second. I still need to look around and see if there's any century-old Root of Resilience… A thousand-year-old would be best."
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