In the underground "black clinic" of the old bookstore.
Jeming stood at the workbench, in front of him neatly stacked were twelve sealed metal test tubes.
The liquid inside the test tubes was a deep amber color, slightly glowing under the light, like some highly purified essence.
Each test tube label was marked with a number, date, and a rune symbol designed by Jeming.
That was his "signature," indicating that this batch of potion had been improved by him.
Harding stood opposite the workbench, hands behind his back, his gaze swept over those test tubes, his expression bland, but there was a subtle hint of satisfaction in his eyes.
Deke stood slightly behind, a portable detector in hand, sampling one of the test tubes.
The screen on the detector displayed a stream of green data, all indicators within safety range, significantly higher than similar products on the market.
