Chapter 902

Hannah, who had been sitting nearby, suddenly spoke up. Though she hadn't been involved in the earlier conversation, it was clear she'd overheard everything. While others might have doubts or questions about the pills' origin, Hannah knew the truth—Andrew had crafted every single one himself. Andrew didn't bother hiding anything from her. He admitted openly, "Pretty much. My success rate for second-grade pills still needs some work, but with a couple of breakthroughs, I'll get there." Even though Hannah had prepared herself for his answer, she still couldn't help but be stunned. "You're insane," she muttered, shaking her head in disbelief. She had met her fair share of alchemists before. Most of them spent nearly every waking hour either refining pills or studying recipes and the properties of ingredients. The truly dedicated ones would lock themselves away for months at a time, perfecting their craft. For most alchemists, even the most minor improvement in their success