The moment Sigurd entered the alchemy tree, the thick scents of honey bloom, the sweet scent of ever-grass, and the bitter Tiger's bane overwhelmed his senses.
The only reason he knew the scents of these three herbs was that his mother used them to concoct potions for him as a young boy. She would try to get him to drink them, but the overpowering Tiger's bane was too strong.
"So she would add extra portions of honey bloom and add it to warm milk. Because it's so bitter."
'I can't believe that the elves in this forest would create the same medicine used when I was weak in body.'
"Eh? Extra honey bloom and warm milk?" A soft voice sounded from a nearby desk.
Thanks to this, Sigurd finally saw the entire room. He noticed hundreds of desks around the room. Each desk contained basic alchemy kits, including burners, vials, pestles, mortars, and other goods he pictured, some dirty and others pristine.
