Brando lined up eleven artisanal daggers in a row, then used a silver hammer to crush the tree crystal from the Withered Beast and meld it into the alchemical liquid. He then turned around and said:
"Tama, why don't you give it a try?"
"Me?" The middle-aged man standing behind Brando was momentarily startled, but a look of eager anticipation appeared on his face. Although this future alchemy master was usually silent and reserved, he couldn't help but become animated when discussing matters related to alchemy.
However, no amount of talking could compare to trying it firsthand. Even though Tama held the title of alchemist in the noble council, he usually only helped purify some insignificant materials—after all, most nobles with any status had their own alchemists and would not easily reveal their secrets.
Therefore, to personally craft a magic item was a first for Tama. As he looked at the eleven daggers, he couldn't help but gulp.
