Louis squinted his eyes for a moment, then shook his head slightly: "It's not unusable... but it's too complicated, not cost-effective enough. The high temperature and duration aren't enough to match the rarity of the Fire Scale Ointment."
Hillco shrugged, spreading his hands: "You know, my lord, apart from Magic Burst, I'm not very interested in other weapons. How about... you think and I'll do it?"
Upon hearing this, Louis didn't respond immediately. Instead, he lowered his head and remained silent for a moment, his gaze falling on the charred ground left behind by the spent Fire Scale Ointment.
The residual heat still lingered in the air like an unsettled battlefield.
He began to piece together various fragments of inspiration and images in his mind.
Suddenly, Louis lifted his head, a spark of inspiration flashing in his eyes.
"What if it's not splashed," he murmured to himself, "but... directly sprayed?"
He thought of the discarded weapons from his previous life.
