"Nothing important, Apprentice Norris." Andre adjusted his breathing, suppressing the turmoil in his heart: "Just ran into a few... old acquaintances."
Norris glanced at the three people kneeling on the ground, a sly smile appearing on his face:
"I suppose they hope to become Ron the Alchemist's servants through you, right?"
Andre did not answer, but the subtle expression on his face already revealed the answer.
"As far as I know, Ron the Alchemist has just acquired a workshop and is preparing to expand his business."
Norris's tone seemed casual, yet carried obvious probing: "At such a time, helpers are indeed needed..."
Andre's thoughts raced; Norris mentioned facts, Ron indeed intends to recruit assistants.
But they have already discussed it; the first choice is those Alien Races with Special Talent, such as dryads or shellfolk, who often can offer extra advantages in processing Magic Potion Materials due to their racial talents.
