Louis entered the Magic Marrow Factory with the company, and an acrid alchemist smell immediately assaulted his nostrils.
He raised his hand in a greeting: "Good morning."
In the corner, Hillco, with heavy dark circles under his eyes, glanced listlessly at the odious Slave Master.
"Good morning, sir," his voice carried a hint of complaint, as he casually handed over a fist-sized crude clay pot.
Louis took the heavy pot, which appeared unadorned, with a strip of linen inserted in the mouth, looking roughly made as if casually molded.
He frowned: "Is this it?"
Hillco explained lazily, "Don't be fooled by its plain appearance; it's filled with dangerous items.
Demon Marrow, Ice Armor Bear Crystal Residue, Fire Floss Grass, all packed inside.
The power is not small, and of course, if given more time, I can make it more delicate and even stronger."
"Since you say so, let's try one out," Louis raised an eyebrow, looking towards the already prepared experimental field.
