He didn't understand what this rank meant, but he knew it wasn't the right time to ask, so he just continued to stand still, acting as a mere presence.
A man about one hundred seventy-five centimeters tall, around fifty years old, came up from the stairs.
He wore a glossy black top hat, a dark blue high-collared tailcoat that perfectly tailored his sturdy physique, dark gray riding boots, and slim white trousers with shiny silver buckles and a leather belt.
His face was all smiles, looking very kind, with the smooth sophistication characteristic of a businessman.
Kreslin's smile instantly froze, but he still stood up calmly and politely asked, "May I ask who you are?"
The middle-aged man sharply scanned his surroundings, then his gaze fixed on Kreslin, the Mage, and he said in a deep voice, "You may call me Butler Gilles, Mr. Kreslin.
Madam Councilor has assigned me to handle your matter.
What kind of business are you prepared to discuss with us?
If it's just ordinary business, I can handle it for you."
Piltover is so vast, and the Cairward is a leading family; every day, many people claim to be there to discuss business, but only a few are truly worth the attention of the person in charge.
"If I'm prepared to discuss an alchemical potion formula, would you be able to make the decision?" Kreslin took a deep breath and asked with a smile.
After observing Kreslin, the middle-aged butler, who introduced himself as Gilles, said expressionlessly, "Mr. Kreslin, Mr. Viktor has already told Madam Councilor everything about your situation in detail.
With all due respect, you are merely a Mage Apprentice, and we do not believe that the Emerald Potion you have developed can surpass the common external wound healing potions on the market.
If it weren't for Mr. Viktor's sake, we would not have come on this trip."
To be trusted by Councilor Kyle Ward and entrusted with managing such a large family business, this Butler Gilles must certainly have his own exceptional qualities.
Just a few simple words, but they directly suppressed the other party's momentum.
Kreslin, whose true identity had been exposed, stood rooted to the spot, his face shifting between shades of green and white, his peripheral vision occasionally glancing at Durin, feeling a bit awkward.
One must know that he had initially demanded Durin call him a Mage, and had never corrected Durin's form of address from beginning to end.
However, Durin was somewhat surprised internally; he found it hard to believe that Kreslin was merely a Mage Apprentice.
But upon closer thought, all of Kreslin's strange behaviors earlier instantly connected. He had initially thought his boss was truly a Mage, just one who disliked using magic and preferred to focus on potion-making within alchemy.
But now it seemed, the person simply couldn't use real magic at all…
There is a natural difference between a Mage Apprentice and a true Mage; the former can only use some tricks throughout their life, which appear as magic to mortals, but to a true Mage, they are no different from a circus performance.
The latter, however, truly steps into the threshold of elemental magic, or mental magic, and will possess unimaginable power, even able to extend their own lifespan with magic.
Simply put, the former is still a mortal, while the latter, from a life-form perspective, is already a transcendent, free from the shackles of mortal flesh.
The respect Durin originally held for Kreslin instantly diminished by more than half. He had initially thought this Mage Assistant job was quite respectable, but now, it seemed just so-so…
"Please give me a chance, the Emerald Potion I developed will definitely open your eyes! Please!" Kreslin no longer cared about his dignity. Seeing that Madam Gillaman had intentions of leaving, he immediately bowed and shouted loudly, "Please, for the sake of my good friend Viktor, give me this opportunity!"
Durin, standing by, saw Kreslin so flustered for the first time. He completely lacked the reserved and superior attitude he displayed in front of Durin. In front of this butler from the Cairward, all he showed was humility and apprehension.
Madam Gillaman glanced at Viktor, who stood by as if nothing had happened. After a moment of thought, she nodded and asked, "Do you have a finished product with you?"
"Of course!"
Kreslin was instantly overjoyed. He quickly took out a bottle of Emerald Potion in glass from his sleeve and carefully handed it over with both hands.
Madam Gillaman opened the cork and held the potion under her nose to smell it. A very rich herbal scent lingered at her nostrils, with not a single unpleasant impurity, indicating a very high purity of extraction.
"Did you make this?" Madam Gillaman inquired.
Kreslin quickly nodded and replied, "That's right, this potion is something I painstakingly developed over many years, and its effects are remarkable."
Madam Gillaman looked at him with a suspicious gaze, then carefully examined the potion in her hand.
She casually handed the potion to an Enforcer and said, "Whether the efficacy of the Emerald Potion is truly that miraculous, we'll only know after testing it."
Although he had already smelled the medicinal ingredients in the Emerald Potion just now and knew it had certain effects, he wasn't sure if the effects were truly as miraculous as the other party claimed.
Therefore, it needed to be tested.
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