The constipated Master of the Mage Tower gave Ellie Miller new alchemical inspiration.
She threw herself into the Alchemy House.
Then…
Produced a table full of all sorts of peculiar “failed products.”
Well, not exactly a total failure.
The “Smooth Potion” was indeed made, but it always came with various bizarre effects.
For instance, while your digestive system becomes “smooth,” it also leaves your head bald.
She thought that hair is equally important to an old man, so this potion is undoubtedly useless.
But she couldn’t accept just giving up like that.
Yet she was also afraid to continue researching the “Smooth Potion”.
Half of the inventory in the fridge had been squandered by her, and those were materials money couldn’t buy.
Ellie Miller paced in the room, suddenly having a bright idea.
If she could make a potion to neutralize the negative effects of the “failed products,” wouldn’t that be equivalent to success?
She slapped her forehead and started researching Hair Growth Potion.
Drink a bottle of “Smooth Potion,” then follow it with a “Hair Growth Potion.”
No problem!
Then, after making over 50 bottles of potions with various bizarre effects, Ellie finally crafted a bottle of “Hair Growth Potion.”
Ellie looked silently at the bottle in her hand, identified as having a gender-swapping effect.
Now, the question arises.
Dear Master of the Mage Tower, to resolve the intestinal issue, would you prefer to be bald, or to become a woman?
^_^ …
Ellie Miller depleted the stock materials and could only leave the Alchemy House dejectedly.
The room was pitch black.
Time flies once you enter the Alchemy House.
She only belatedly realized her hunger, as her stomach protested with growling sounds.
The lamp made from Magic Stone beside the bed suddenly lit up, startling Ellie.
The Duke of Coldcrest slightly frowned, sitting on the single sofa in her bedroom.
“You, why are you here, scared me to death,” Ellie said, clutching her heart.
Then she noticed a plate of cold food on the small round table beside the single sofa.
The Duke must have fallen asleep earlier.
At this moment, he raised his hand to pinch his brow, “I’ll ask the cook to make you another serving.”
Ellie immediately dashed toward the food, “Ah, no need!
This can be eaten hot!”
Then the Duke saw her pull out an ‘Orange Potion.’
The potion was thrown into the fireplace, and the woodless fireplace burst into blazing flames.
Ellie placed the plate before the fireplace to heat it.
“Ah, this is perfect~”
“I want to buy a blue potion that can freeze fire and this red potion that can burn.”
Ellie replied, “No problem, Ice Potion is 160 Gold Coins each, Flame Potion is cheap, 47 Gold Coins each.”
“I’ll take as many as you have,” said the Duke.
Seeing the food steaming, Ellie hurried to grab the plate, only to burn her fingers and pinch her earlobe.
The Duke got up, walked over, and directly placed the hot plate on the small round table, then offered her the sofa.
Ellie looked at him admiringly.
Impressive, with such thick skin, no wonder he’s resilient in the physical profession.
Ellie sat on the sofa and began “devouring” the food, while the Duke stood by the window, quietly watching her eat.
After finishing a plate of food, Ellie gave a satisfied little burp.
Artor Coldcrest finally leaned forward slightly, picking up the empty plate, “Rest early, dear.”
With the man suddenly becoming so gentle and considerate, Ellie felt a bit uncomfortable, saying hesitantly, “Even if you do this, I still won’t give you a discount.”
The Duke paused slightly, turned back with an inexplicable expression, “Have you never seen my treasury?”
Ellie: “Huh?” Isn’t that something I should see?
Then, ten minutes later, Ellie was led into the Duke’s private treasury, completely baffled.
The treasury doors wide open, inside were mountains of Gold Coins, shimmering gold at first sight, dazzling.
Some inconspicuous wooden boxes were half-buried by Gold Coins.
The Duke casually opened one, revealing exquisite quality gemstones inside.
Opening another revealed fist-sized Magic Stones of various types.
Artor Coldcrest looked down at Ellie, “Any thoughts?”
Some people research new potions and end up broke overnight, while others pile “mountains” of gold at home.
Ellie lamented bitterly, “I’ve sold my potions too cheaply!”
Artor Coldcrest: “…”
The treasury doors slammed shut in her face, Ellie looked bewildered at the suddenly “deranged” man.
Seriously, is a man’s heart like a needle at the bottom of the ocean??
Maybe the pre-sleep shock was too much, Ellie dreamed of sitting atop a mountain of Gold Coins, counting them all night long.
The next morning, Joanna came excitedly to the castle, chirping non-stop while doing her hair.
“Ahhh~~ That Ice Wall hasn’t melted yet!”
“Edward went to see the Master of the Mage Tower early this morning.”
Ellie was puzzled, “What is he seeking the old man for?”
Joanna: “To give him some mental guidance.”
Through the mirror, Ellie saw the “bubble” above Joanna’s head:
[My kind Edward fears the old man might not handle the disparity well, so he decided to use himself as an example to explain some truths.]
Imagining that scene…
Ellie fell silent.
She thought the Knight Edward was more likely to enrage people to death.
Feeling overwhelmed, Ellie got up, prepared to go for breakfast, then check on the old man called Jupiter or Jupis.
“Ah, madam, you should dine at the North-side restaurant from now on,” said the maid.
Ellie was puzzled, “Huh?
Why?”
The maid smiled awkwardly, unable to answer.
Her mind was blank, Ellie felt a bit existentially confused.
It seems, Kostanyn’s servants, she couldn’t read their minds?
Unable to do anything, Ellie had to rush to the North District restaurant.
She found the Duke already seated at the head of the long banquet table, casually flipping through a newspaper.
When Ellie arrived, he folded the newspaper and placed it aside, ringing the small bell on the table.
Soon, the footmen entered in single file and began serving dishes.
Artor Coldcrest picked up the milk and took a gentle sip, “Why aren’t you wearing makeup today?”
Ellie: “???” Man, you’re really hard to understand, you know?
Maybe due to not dining in the North District for a long time, Ellie felt today’s breakfast was exceptionally lavish.
After stuffing down the last mouthful of honey apple pie, Conrad elegantly approached Ellie, bending slightly and whispered:
“Madam, a Minotaur has come to the castle with a letter, saying he’s here to apply for a job with you.”
Ellie was puzzled, “What bull?
What person?”
The butler presented the tray, containing a letter and a letter opener.
Ellie opened the letter and was greeted by a pleasant floral fragrance.
[Dear Alchemy Hut owner, hello~
Your commission has been completed, the person looking for you is called Bakin Cowhoof.
He’s my ex-ex-ex-ex-ex-ex-ex-boyfriend, very good at swindling (crossed out), he’s very good at business.
Oh, by the way, for the commission fee, next time I visit, remember to give me a discount~~
Your loyal customer, The Flower Pixie Alice.]
Ellie: “…”
Butler Conrad asked, “Should we ‘politely’ send him away?”
Not blaming the butler for saying this, the Minotaur race really is big trouble.
Ellie rubbed her forehead wearily.
Though hearing about Minotaur also made her irate,
But since it was someone she entrusted, she had to meet him, then decline politely.
“…No, I must see him, bring him to the drawing room.”
Considering the average height of Minotaurs being 3 meters, Ellie hesitated and added cautiously, “Bring him to a room that can accommodate him.”
Conrad smiled warmly, “I think you needn’t worry, this Mr.
Bakin Cowhoof is quite…
unique.”