"Take back the plague you've spread, and I can craft the Magic Potion for your ascension."
Rogel said.
Upon hearing Rogel's words, a trace of surprise flashed in Chelegen's eyes, but he quickly shook his head, not even bothering to ask about Rogel's identity or background: "You don't need to deceive me with such a clumsy lie. There are no Alchemists left in the Mire of Decay capable of creating new Magic Potion Recipes."
"If I say I can do it, then I can do it. Besides, you don't have much of a choice now, do you?"
Rogel said as he looked at him.
Chelegen fell silent upon hearing this.
He's no fool. As an Extraordinary, he can clearly sense the powerful Tier force that Rogel had just emanated, something he cannot possibly contend with. If this person before him wanted to capture him, Chelegen wouldn't be able to escape.
"What are your conditions?"
Chelegen asked.
