Grace watched Liam's every action, wanting to check his skills properly. She didn't know enough about ingredients to call eventual bluffs, but she trusted her ability to read people and believed she would notice when and if Liam's confidence turned into pretense.
Except that moment never came, and the development gradually transformed Grace's small smile into a troubled expression.
The underground hall was massive and only contained alchemical ingredients, meaning that their number was absurd. Most were only rank 1 materials, but they came in boxes, not batches.
The wealth the warehouse held was incalculable, and Liam didn't try. Instead, he immersed himself in checking the ingredients' quality. That phase belonged to alchemy, so he unleashed the absolute concentration the field demanded.
