"This brat!"
"Damn it! He deserves to die!"
Thinking about how I have contributed so much strength to creating such a tycoon, anyone's heart would be unable to calm down, especially since this person has now become our archenemy, which only makes people angrier.
"Well then," Nolan chuckled with relief, "Finding this hero's tomb was your skill. We have nothing to say about that. But in alchemy and artifact refining, it's not just about having good materials to win!"
"I naturally understand that, so please enlighten me, sirs."
Nolan waved his hand casually, and a platform for refining elixirs appeared in front of him, with various medicinal materials and a particularly exquisite pill furnace placed on it.
This pill furnace is about two to three times the size of a fist, entirely black, with extremely cool engravings on the outside, faintly resembling the appearance of a beast.
