Dole stayed in the laboratory for three days.
Three days later, someone came looking for him.
Ansael—the supervisor from the Magic Potion Association who had cheated Dole.
There were many eighth-level potionists in the Professional Association. Ansael generally only bullied people like them, those without backing, without patrons, and unaffiliated with any faction. He was a repeat offender. Now that Ansael had come calling, Dole could not help but frown.
What was this guy after?
The moment he opened the door, Ansael looked at him with a professional smile and said softly, "Wizard Dole."
Dole leaned against the doorway, with no intention of letting him in. Frowning at him, he said lightly, "Manager Ansael, hello. May I ask what you need?"
Seeing this, Ansael also frowned slightly. "Won't you invite me in to sit for a while?"
Dole stared at him. "I've recently been researching a poison. There are still some harmful particles in the air that haven't been fully cleared out. If you want to come in, suit yourself."
Dole stepped aside from the doorway and made an inviting gesture.
Hearing that, Ansael no longer dared to enter. He looked at Dole with a dark expression, then put on that professional smile again and said blandly, "It's like this. Since you've already refined an eighth-level Thunderstorm Potion, you should naturally complete your professional advancement first and obtain your professional certification. Only then can you be considered a true eighth-level potionist. Moreover, the benefits of a seventh-level potionist and an eighth-level potionist are worlds apart. Go take the assessment first, and once that is done, we'll sign a new contract."
Dole raised an eyebrow at that. It seemed the association knew about him selling the Thunderstorm Potion and had finally reacted.
He said with slight embarrassment, "Supervisor, not yet. My