Compared to the impassioned scene at the Magical Beast Legion Training Base, the neighboring Apothecary Institute was an entirely different picture.
At first glance, Hudson thought he had gone to the wrong place and entered a slaughterhouse.
Everywhere there were the agonizing cries of animals, and it was hard to imagine that this place was meant for training pharmacists.
"Count, what brings you here?
This place is filthy, and given your esteemed status, you shouldn't—"
Before the old pharmacist could finish his sentence, Hudson interrupted with a wave of his hand, "It's alright, I just came to have a look.
Mr. Sabote, what are you training on that the scene is so...?"
"Respected Count, the apprentices are practicing setting bones. For safety reasons, they start by experimenting on animals.
Some of them are just not cut out for this, being too heavy-handed, and if I've alarmed you, my lord, I'll punish them right away..."
Mr. Sabote said, his voice trembling.
