Fang Hao looked up in confusion.
At the gate, stood a familiar figure clad in a black cloak.
[Half-Demon Alchemist].
It was him.
If I remember correctly, I bumped into him selling homemade potions near the mission hall. Since then, he has often brought his homemade potions to the hot pot restaurant.
They didn't interact much, but they were still partners in a sense.
Lately, Fang Hao has been producing glass bottles and providing them to him.
The containers for potions had changed from clay pots to glass bottles.
"So it's you." Fang Hao revealed a small smile.
Fang Hao didn't know his name, but the half-demon found out Fang Hao's name through various means.
After all, it wasn't difficult to find information since Fang Hao owned some properties in the city.
"Yes, what brings Mr. Fang Hao here?" The half-demon continued to ask.
