The room was filled with bottles and jars. Whether it was the remarkably modern distillation equipment or the diversion devices, there was no doubt—this was the room of an alchemist.
Moreover, it was heavily influenced by the *Cruel Blood Witch*, quite non-purist... In other words, it was an efficient alchemist, but in the eyes of a few stubborn alchemists, they believed it lacked some spirituality.
Of course, the survival rate was also higher.
Well, the so-called *Cruel Blood Witch* was actually a nickname forcibly given to Yila Elkaras when he was still in the Mage Tower. Though he personally didn't like this somewhat pretentious title, everyone in the Mage Tower felt it was quite fitting.
But that's beside the point.
At this moment, in this well-equipped alchemist's room, there was a glasses-wearing girl quickly stuffing potions into a pack. She was picking and choosing between important and unimportant items.
It seemed she was preparing to make a quick escape.
