The Bustling Potion Maker Camp

The next day, the Potion Maker Camp became lively from early morning. Human, orc, and dwarf potion makers who rarely appeared all showed up at the Potion Maker Camp and joined the Alchemist Guild. Non-Elf potion makers could come to the Potion Maker Camp by spending guild points.

Normally, these potion makers would not be so extravagant. After all, guild points from the Alchemist Guild could be directly exchanged for various precious materials and potions.

But today was different. Nearly every potion maker who believed they had the qualifications had come, and their numbers had already made the Potion Maker Camp somewhat crowded.

Potion makers who usually devoted themselves to researching and refining potions had come as well. Dedicated potion makers from the various Sorcerer organizations had arrived, along with potion makers from every empire.

"Attention. Since far too many potion makers have come today and space in the Potion Room is limited, only high-level potion makers may enter and watch Master Bennett's demonstration!" Master Muir shouted.

To be honest, he was also quite depressed. He had only notified the Elf potion makers within the Alchemist Guild and had never intended to spread the news further.

This was a live demonstration by Master Bennett. With the idea that good things should stay within the family, such an opportunity should naturally have been reserved for the Elf potion makers.

Who could have known how the news had spread? Nearly every potion maker on the Central Continent had come running, leaving him both angry and exasperated.

He had originally decided to give both intermediate- and high-level Elf potion makers a chance to watch the demonstration in person. But under the current circumstances, only high-level potion makers could watch it.

Master Muir's words were relayed through the Potion Spirit, reaching every potion maker