Still Not On My Backyard

Andrew sat cross-legged on his bed as he keenly observed the white pill in his hands. He wanted to inspect the pill first and probably gain some insights from it. Namely, the method of concoction.

Naturally, Andrew couldn't even be called an amateur due to his 'bare minimum' knowledge and practical experience. It was a fool's dream for someone who hadn't even been recognized as an official alchemist to try cracking the methods and secrets of the creator of such an alchemic product.

Nevertheless, it didn't discourage him from studying the pill as even a sentence's worth of new knowledge might be extremely valuable to him. Especially, if it came from an officially recognized alchemist and a higher-level one at that.