When they arrived at the clinic, Aethelwolf first checked the sales statistics. He noticed that the demand for his items soared by more than three times in the last few days and the supply wouldn't be able to keep up if this trend continues. He was the only person capable of refining his pills and no one also knew the recipe for his soaps. The customers might be dissatisfied if he placed more limitations on their purchasing numbers. This would only be solved if he has more people to make the soaps and pills for him.
'I should make a soap factory to keep up with the rising demand. The process of making soap isn't difficult and even normal people can do it as long as they have the equipment and ingredients. As for the pills, it looks like I also need to look for capable Alchemists... What about Sir Johann? Can I trust that old man? Hmm...' Aethelwolf contemplated deeply as he sat on a chair.
