The other pill alchemists must really be strange creatures. It seemed like it wasn't okay to promote communication with them by purely investigating the time it took to grind medicinal materials and the methods of stewing, ah no, refining pills?
Seeing the crown prince's deeply worried gaze, why did she feel like other pill alchemists would gang up on her and beat her up?
That wasn't possible, right! Everyone was a cultured person, so they would definitely keep a high-class cultured image.
"What kind of pills are these last four?" Taking a look, the crown prince felt that other than the faint purple pill veins on them, they were pretty much the same as the others. Even the color was only pure white. The size, shape, and luster made it seem as if they all came from the same mold.
