In Ansel's Eyes - I
In the largest alchemy workshop of Dispute Fortress, the machinery roared and churned.
Ravenna frowned at the tool bench, still covered in patches of rust, her expression deeply displeased.
"A place like this dares to call itself an alchemy workshop? With sufficient materials, I could build a workshop ten times better in a week."
Not to mention the alchemical equipment on the Nostrom, the most advanced and luxurious in the entire continent, even the basic apprentice alchemy workshops of the Tower of Babel had far superior equipment compared to this.
"You can't expect a city governed by adventurers to have well-planned town equipment allocations," Ansel said, arms crossed, sitting on the workbench. "It's not particularly high-end stuff anyway. With your abilities, even without these tools, you could create everything using Nidhoggur alone, right?"
"That would be unstable. Without your ether supply, it would soon disassemble itself."