"Hmm?" Tania had long since noticed that these were the potion formulas her father had always forbidden her to touch, along with a business plan for the Barto Hell potion enterprise.
"Record them, and hand these potion formulas to the Drow Elf Hiatt, who is under your brother's command. Tell her that from now on, our family's potion business will be entrusted to her," Attilicia said.
