In the backyard of firing area of North Slope Mine.
Nightingale picked up the wine glass on the table and held it above her head. The crystal clear glass body was shining under the light without any trace of mottle.
She was aware that these glasses were called the Crystal Cup, and its firing process and formula were top secret information in the alchemical workshop. Only the goblet in her hand was valued around one gold royal. The crystal glassware which was matching the exquisite silver tableware had always been the noble and rich businessmen's favorite to show off their wealth.
Now, these crystal containers from the royal palace would soon be melted into raw materials.
"Your Highness, you're not burning the glass but gold royals." Nightingale exclaimed.
