Inside the Crimson Tower.
"Master... how do you feel?" Evil Mage Margas and an alchemist watched nervously as Sigmund slowly awoke from his seat.
Sigmund glanced at the nearly empty Illusion Potion bottle on the table, recalling the scene of temporarily trapping a mysterious enemy in the dreamscape, and said in a deep voice, "Effective. I need more Beautiful Dream Flowers! Send people to search and purchase them, at all costs, gold coins are not an issue!"
The alchemist looked troubled: "Master, even if we are willing to purchase at a high price, the Beautiful Dream Flowers available on the market are very limited now. At most, we could only..."
"How long can it last?" Sigmund asked directly.
"About... less than a month's supply."
