Chapter 441: So You're Thousandvein Sage?

"What elixir was that? How could its effects be this unbelievable?" Thousandvein Sage stared as if he'd been struck dumb. The two elixirs Stefan Zimmerman had fed Pablo Casson were absurdly potent, far beyond the best work Thousandvein Sage had ever produced. They were even better than the formula Edward Lawne had given him. Not even close. Dante Keem clicked his tongue and needled him. "Hey, old medicine man. Didn't you always brag you're some legendary pill-refiner? Look at what Stefan pulled...