Duke's potion-brewing life soon fell into a steady rhythm. He took orders from the Giant Rock Merchant Guild to make money while using the materials they provided to grind proficiency.
He discovered that the maximum level for Level 1 Potions was likely level nine, while the Lesser Potions he had brewed before maxed out at level five.
As his proficiency rose, Duke's success rate in brewing White Mist Forest Potion had become very high. The materials supplied by the Giant Rock Merchant Guild often left quite a bit unused.
He could keep some for himself, and even that was more than he could use. They became part of his stockpile, and he could consider reselling them in the future.
At night, Duke had just gone through an intense battle, and Yala lay weakly sprawled beside him.
Elves were naturally beautiful, and Yala was considered a beauty even among elves.
Her graceful body lay on the bed, partly concealed by a thin sheet. Enticing curves were faintly visible beneath it, while the flush on her face had yet to fade, making her all the more alluring.
Seeing Duke sit up, Yala rubbed her long, fair legs against him.
Yala had always worn a cold expression and rarely smiled. In fact, ever since becoming a slave creature, she had not smiled again.
But after spending so much time with Duke and gradually falling for him, she began showing a more feminine side in front of him. Sometimes, she would even take the initiative to tease him.
However, when she saw Duke take out a potion, she knew he was preparing to meditate and cultivate, so she stopped disturbing him.
Duke took out a White Mist Forest Potion, drank it, and entered a meditative state.
No matter the circumstances, he could not neglect