My name is Lilith and I am an alchemist.
Working in a shady pharmaceutical company is half a service industry, and you need to smile to everyone.
My dream is to find a job worth one thousand silver coins, use water-based materials to make burning potions, and use the most expensive glycerin to sell it at the lowest price. Stir it with a bellows and fan it with a spoon, leaving a mess on the ground. Then she patted her butt and left, telling her boss the truth - cheap stuff doesn't mean good stuff.
Unfortunately, in this magical age where even dead skeletons have to get up and work, I was working with gold coins every month. I received a call from my boss. He told me that if I couldn't save the usage costs of other employees, then he would terminate my contract.
My dear, there is really nothing I can do about you. In this case, use explosive potion. In fact, it doesn't matter if you are useless, as long as you have breath:)
Increase the quantity and reduce the price, if you accept it once, there will be countless times.
Damn it, it's time for the black-hearted enterprises to take the iron fist of the righteous pharmacists.
The third person of the text. Modern western fantasy society and extraordinary literature written one day in great sorrow (? Probably)
Purpose: Labor is the most glorious