Louis had just stepped out of the lab when he suddenly halted.
His eyebrows perked up, as if he suddenly remembered something important.
"Wait a minute..." he muttered to himself, turning back to look at Hillco, who was still tidying up potion bottles, "I almost forgot the main thing."
He returned, walked over to the potion racks, and shouted to the alchemy genius who was busily organizing, "Hillco, I'm actually here today not just for the matter of the Knight Potion."
Hillco looked up at this, blinking in confusion: "Not for that? Your timing is perfect, I thought your nose was even more sensitive than the lab cat's."
Clearing his throat, Louis said somewhat embarrassedly, "I want you to help me make something... um, special."
"Oh?" Hillco grew interested, tilting his head and crossing his arms, "What kind? A weapon? A potion? Or a magic device? Or a magic explosion bullet!"
