The laboratory was filled with an indescribable smell.
There was a mix of urine stench, some kind of burnt herbal residue, and various other odd smells, blending into a peculiar hellish flavor.
Herb scraps, overturned potion bottles, and some dried, unidentified liquid traces were scattered all over the floor.
Pale yellow steam floated in mid-air, carrying a hint of humid and ambiguous warmth.
Hillco wore gloves, covering his nose, his face full of disillusionment: "Tch, this is just ridiculous.
I'm a genius alchemy apprentice recognized by the Jade Federation, the future Great Alchemist, and now I'm here refining turtle urine?!"
His face was full of reluctance, yet he had no choice but to carry out this arduous task.
A few weeks ago, Lord Louis, who seemed gentle but actually had perverse ideas, personally issued this baffling experiment directive:
"Formulate a potion that can soothe male turtles' agitated moods and channel their mating instincts to induce gentle heating."
