Unlike the Wizard Dimension, concocting Magic Potions was a monopolized craft in the Natural Federation.
A joint organization known as the Alchemist Guild monopolized all beings within the five races who possessed the ability to formulate Magic Potions.
Or rather, it was the alchemists within those five races who formed the Alchemist Guild.
In peacetime, every alchemist was a respected figure within the Federation. In war, alchemists could also avoid the front lines and safely produce Magic Potions in the rear.
Without exaggeration, alchemists were a kind of aristocracy within the Natural Federation.
Of course, the alchemist community had its own ranks.
The Alchemist Guild divided alchemists into five grades, with the first grade being the highest. Yet the truly important figures all knew that Grade Five was not the upper limit of alchemists.
Beyond the five grades, many alchemy masters were scattered throughout the Federation.
The weakest of these masters were World Lords, and every Magic Potion they refined was worth a fortune.
During war, these masters' creations were supplied exclusively to World Lords. But in peacetime, even World Lords had to pay a steep price to trade for their Magic Potions.
And among these masters, the Spiritual Medicine Sage was a master among masters.
"Make him get out!"
Within the towering World Tree, a somewhat short Tree Spirit whose entire body radiated vitality roared in fury.
Beside him, his apprentice—a weaker Tree Spirit of the same race—could not help breaking into a cold sweat.
"Teacher, this Gloomhaven Tribe lord is the child of the Gloomhaven Dominator. Perhaps... you could put it a little more tactfully."
"Then ask him to get out!" the Spiritual Medicine Sage roared again.
"I've said it countless times—I'm not a junk collector! Don't bring that trash to me and expect me to refine elixirs!"