Chapter 164: God of Wealth
Rhain turned his head toward the sharp, highly irritated voice.
Standing at the entrance of the herb store was a young woman with short-cropped auburn hair and sharp, intelligent eyes.
It was exactly the young woman he had observed earlier—the Expert Rank Alchemist whose Epic-Grade refinement had ended in a spectacular failure.
Neve.
She marched directly up to the counter, entirely ignoring Rhain's presence, and slapped a wrinkled requisition slip onto the wood.
"Uncle Luan, hurry up and get them for me!" Neve demanded.
Luan looked at the slip, and his previously respectful face instantly warped into a deeply troubled grimace.
He didn't move to fetch the items. Instead, he let out a heavy, exasperated sigh.
"Lady Neve..." Luan began, rubbing his temples as if fighting off an impending headache. "Preceptor Ignar clearly ordered me to not hand you any more Epic-Grade herbs."
Neve's expression stiffened.
