Xue Yunfeng suddenly remembered. "Weren't you always having him switch to artifact crafting?
Why was he still messing around with alchemical drugs?!
Didn't you say the poison he brewed in your guild hall sent several thousand of your family members back to the revival point?
And you still dared let him keep playing with it?"
"Ah~ He brewed potions in his own little house now." Perfect Baldhead answered calmly. "Otherwise, why would only Idle One and Demon Sword get dragged in by him to add ingredients?
Those few publicly acknowledged as lucky wouldn't go looking for death on their own."
"Is his house still intact?" Xue Yunfeng asked instinctively.
"He was on his third one." Demon Sword answered gloomily. "A standard defensive house made by William and designed by Falan.
He couldn't bear to put away the one Hill made after it got blown up once. He specifically used it for crafting artifacts, saying he could borrow some of Hill's luck."
Xue Yunfeng was confused for a moment before he reacted. "He thought Hill specialized in artifacts, so it wouldn't boost potion alchemy?
Who did he think he was?
Did he think he could borrow some of Master Falan's athlete's foot too?"
"Heh~ The ingredients Idle One and I added didn't blow up that many times." Demon Sword said somewhat dazedly. "Most of the explosions were entirely his own doing.
Even if we tossed things in blindly with our eyes closed, we wouldn't be as vicious as what he came up with through careful design."
Xue Yunfeng truly could not imagine what kind of monstrosity possessed alchemy skills so disastrous that even Demon Sword, a self-admitted herald of calamity, had to admit inferiority.
Tilting his head back as he thought, he experienced for the first time in his life what