George squatted next to the green membrane of light with one hand stuck to it silently. Myers glared at George, and didn't say anything else. He simply approached Lin Yun, and managed a smile.
"Sir Merlin, well, do you have more of that potion—"
"No."
Lin Yun interrupted Myers before he could finish. Myers almost choked. His eyes glittered, and he didn't say anything else. He managed another smile.
"Sir Merlin, I've long heard that you are a great alchemist and one of the best Artisans. Considering your technology of potion making, you are already very close to becoming a Saint Alchemist.
"Could you make another bottle of the potion you just made? Just tell me the price. I will not bargain with you. If you can manufacture the potion, I'll purchase it from you on behalf of the Thorny Crown. We can sign a contract immediately…"
