"These are the formulas for the strengthening secret medicines," Luciel said as he passed a sheet of animal skin to Yu Feier. The dark surface was covered in fine, complex symbols written with charcoal, the formulas layered one atop another like arcane runes. "Go through them carefully and see which materials we're missing."
His tone was calm, but there was intent behind every word. Black Tortoise City was expanding faster than anyone had imagined, and now that they had a foundation, it needed order, strength, and capable hands. Luciel was planning ahead—he needed a team of real elites who could handle missions, guard operations, and gather intelligence. Ordinary villagers wouldn't be enough; he needed soldiers who could think and fight, and for that, he needed these strengthening potions.
