Those words hit like hammers, but not in the painful sense now. Liam's brain might be sore, but it worked, and it also possessed the knowledge to grasp the grimness of the news.
Liam might only be an apprentice, but he was Horace Rauret's apprentice. His Master had ensured that his knowledge never stopped expanding so that he could eventually make use of it once his skills caught up with it.
Rank 2 concoctions were far more difficult than their rank 1 counterparts in every sense of the word, involving superior layers of challenges to overcome.
The recipes were longer. Liam had only skimmed through general lists, but even the easiest ones featured four ingredients, the same number that the Boar's Touch had required.
The ingredients themselves were far more valuable, a single one probably being more expensive than the sum of the four Liam had used for his rank 1 poison.
