Valeria leaned forward to examine his calculations. "That's already an impressive production volume. Most alchemists would be thrilled to produce even a tenth of that output monthly."
"True," Noah acknowledged. "But here's the problem—my production capacity is about to increase significantly. Within days, my supply will get much larger as my suppliers become more efficient. We're talking about potentially doubling or even tripling current output."
He met each person's eyes seriously. "When I run the full calculations on potential revenue if I could somehow sell everything at current prices, the numbers become... astronomical. We're talking about hundreds of thousands of golden coins daily, potentially millions as production scales up."
The room fell completely silent as everyone processed those figures.
Kipp's mouth had fallen open in shock, his tail frozen mid-swish. "Master Noah, did you just say... millions of golden coins?"
