But, no, it turned out to be a pot.
“This is…?” Remian stared.
They were in a very cliché secret cave, located behind a waterfall which fed the lake where the Steel Scale Crocodiles lived. On the left was a bookcase; on the right, a bed, and right in front of them was a pot big enough to fit an entire Blood Rabbit Chief, one that Tim would probably love to use…
But it was filled with some thick blue liquid.
Oh, the mana crystals were there too. Remian could see them glowing right off the walls at the back of the cave. It’s just that he hadn’t sensed them. What he’d sensed was the blue liquid in the pot.
Carrie sniffed the pot, then turned away and sneezed.
[Alchemist cauldron. Tier 3.] Death inspected. [At least 200 years old. Someone left a batch of mana potion to cool after brewing and never came back for it.]
Mana potion?! Remian twitched. This was like he’d gone prospecting
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Kingdom of the Weak 36. Mandy’s Project
“Three floors and roof access.” Max rubbed his chin as he and Mandy met Remian to discuss the shop house. “Walls strong enough to fend off Tier 3 Wilds. Possible accommodation for wolfcats. A basement for storage, and the ground floor should be a shop open to customers. That’s…”“Can it be done?” Remian asked.“It could take some figuring out.” Max said at last. “Maybe a couple days.”“We need the design ready by tomorrow morning.” Remian told him. “We’ll do it like the Guard Tower. The first phase should be dug and built by tomorrow. I want at least the basement and two floors ready by the time the Beast Wave arrives.”“That’s going to put a hold on all the other projects.” Max winced. “Also, given the size you want and the plot of land you have, I’m afraid you’ll have to bid goodbye to the yard.”“
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