The Contribution Hall was just like the Mission Hall, with the same divisions and the same layout.
The difference was that the window Qin Shaofeng had come to this time was staffed by a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old girl.
The girl had red lips and pearly teeth, with delicate, lovely features. Her fair face was framed by a pair of big eyes, and she reminded Qin Shaofeng of Little Yue'er.
Still, Qin Shaofeng hadn't forgotten why he'd come.
After giving her a quick glance, he explained what he wanted.
"An Alchemy Cauldron? Are you an alchemist?"
Hearing that Qin Shaofeng wanted to buy an Alchemy Cauldron, the girl looked at him in surprise.
Qin Shaofeng's heart lurched. A little nervously, he asked, "Uh, do you have to be an alchemist just to buy a lousy furnace?"
He was genuinely worried. If there was such a restriction, he'd have another problem on his hands.
Verifying his identity as an alchemist would be a real hassle.
But Qin Shaofeng's worry was unnecessary.
"A lousy furnace?"
The girl rolled her eyes at him and said helplessly, "There's no particular requirement for buying an Alchemy Cauldron, but you're the first person I've ever heard call one that. I'd advise you to watch what you say. Don't let a real alchemist hear you, or you'll be in for it!"
Indeed, in an alchemist's eyes, an Alchemy Cauldron was their most important partner. To put it bluntly, they could lose their wife, but they couldn't lose their Alchemy Cauldron!
That was no exaggeration to an alchemist.
The girl understood this, too, so she didn't believe Qin Shaofeng was an alchemist.
Would an alchemist call an Alchemy Cauldron a lousy furnace?
She wouldn't believe it even if she were beaten to death.
Still, seeing how serious Qin Shaofeng