The top floor in the building was pretty spacious compared to the lower floors. There were three cauldrons with different colors, one was silver, the other was obsidian-black and the last one was gold. They were positioned in a tringle point with a rack filled with materials standing in the middle. In this way, the pill-makers couldn't accidentally interfere with each other.
As Lyon took his first step, his vision was greeted with a desk counter and a surprised-looking middle-aged man with auburn hair sitting behind it.
"Oh, a young alchemist?" said the middle-aged man with a smile. He was pretty sensitive about the stuff as building a relationship with a pill-maker was better earlier than later.
"Hmm? Are you talking to me?" said Lyon while pointing at himself.
"Hohoho, of course, young man, who else but you standing in front of me?" said the middle-aged man calmly.
"You must be mistaken then, I don't even know what alchemist even mean," said Lyon with a chuckle.
