Tyrion knew his limitations, as he had refined the serum many times, yet did not sense a single bit of elemental fluctuation. In fact, the success of his refining depended entirely on the memories inherited from maxing out those alchemy manuals.
"Haha. Kayla, did you hear that? This guy is being funny!" Donnie laughed sarcastically.
Kayla, after a brief look up at him, returned her gaze to her book. It seemed like there was nothing else in the world that mattered to her, except for her pharmaceutics studies. Likewise, Tyrion had no intention of fighting back in the face of such ridicule. It wasn't worth it.
Meanwhile, in the conference room on the top floor, the high-level executives of the Alchemy Guild frowned when they saw Tyrion's elemental talent value.
"Who gave him his letter of recommendation?" Gaffrite asked, his face sullen. After all, it was a total waste of the quota to give a letter of recommendation to someone with such a low talent value.
