Chapter 158: Kinleys New Life II (1/2)

When the atelier was first given to her, Kinley had been worried that a workshop at the small border town would be too crude, and did not even come equipped with basic equipment.

Such conditions were not rare: there had been kings who, in their lack of basic alchemy knowledge, had provided several alchemist apprentices with a few hundred Rions, telling them to get themselves any warehouse where they would craft scrolls of taboo spells…

That was basically the paying a group of university students a few thousand dollars’ worth of research fees, and have them build a nuclear bomb in some random hall.

Still, Kinley was stunned as soon as she stepped inside the atelier to inspect it.

The interior atelier was not actually huge, but all sorts of experimental tools were available—crucibles and furnaces of every shape and sizes, and a giant cauldron that could easily fit an adult inside.

Moreover, there were also numerous translucent test tubes and curiously made glass containers placed on the tables.

Not even Kinley, whose alchemy accomplishments was already considerable had seen those weird apparatus, but she could guess how it works and how to use it with a single glance. In fact, she believed that having those apparatus would have a better effect if they were used for many past alchemy experiments!

Moreover, the precision of those tools was unimaginably high, and she just needed to say the name of the materials and the needed weight for it to appear on the trays of the scales. That same voiceover function worked for writing reports too: the ink on the quill never seemed to dry, the papers would pile together as a volume and the bookmarks could help her quickly check through her notes…

In comparison, Kinley could not help feeling that her master’s atelier—the so-called best alchemist on the continent—was as crude as those illegal underground ateliers.

Damn it, what if she got used to such an excellent atelier and couldn’t use it in the future?

Maybe she should strengthen her ties with the God of Games’ believers so that she could keep using it?

No… when she thought about it carefully, wouldn’t marrying Angora be the better choice if she really wanted to secure the astoundingly advanced alchemy technology in this Church?

“I don’t want to wipe that stupid smile off your face, but could you please confirm the condition of this atelier so that I could make my report to the liege in time?”

Vela, who had accompanied her here to open shop asked impatiently.

“Ah, my apologies.” Kinley came to and grinned. Her well-groomed young lady remained flawless that it left Vela the village girl a little chagrined in turn.

It was fortunate that Vela was in a good mood—she merely pursed her lips before promptly recovering.

‘Sure, you’re pretty and noble, but could you take on a fishman? I can! And ten of them at once!’

“Miss Vela, do you like Mister Angora?” Kinley suddenly asked then, sliding her a glance.

“Naturally,” Vela replied with a poker-face. “It’s not just me either—many townsfolk like their liege too because he guided us out of our despair.”

“I see. Hmm… Well, I like him too.” Kinley smiled in return.

“…”

Vela’s eyebrow twitched.