Chapter 10
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"A Goblin’s Kindness? What kind of a name is that?"
Yu Sae-Jung frowned a little as she spoke. It was just too weird a name to place her full trust in.
"You think so too?"
The credibility was everything to a potion, and so, it would be named accordingly to reflect the assigned grades and its medicinal effects. Take the reputable, widely recognised "Drent" series of potions for example; for the shallow exterior wounds such as cuts and bruises, there was the potion called "Drent’s Emergency Treatment" for the job, but if you were looking to cure something more substantial, say, like a serious disease, then there was the upper Mid grade potion named "The Miracle of Drent."
On a side note, the Drent was the name of the legendary Tree of Life from the Elven myths that could supposedly revive even a dead person with an elixir concocted with only a single leaf.
But, there was this insurmountable gap between the credibility and that of a "Goblin". Instead, it’d be hundred times more correct to argue that there was a deep mistrust and hostility between the two. Despite all that, the alchemist still chose to stick with "Goblin" as the name of his potion….
"I was thinking the same thing initially, but when I heard the explanations, it all kind of makes sense. I mean, Goblins’ abilities to make potions are something else, right? Seriously, there are idiots crazy enough to raid a village of Goblins specialising in medical concoction, never minding all that poisonous gases and hazardous material just for a chance to pilfer some potions, you know. And I hear it’s been registered in the registry of the Naming Series already. I guess there is a lot of expectation riding on this potion."
A "Naming Series" was a type of a registered brand trademark.
When the anonymity is valued to such degree in the world of alchemy, the only avenue left to determine the credibility and the apparent effects of a potion was through its name - it could be confusing to the potential customers if another alchemist came up with a different potion but named it similarly, not to mention create distrust towards the makers of the potions themselves, so this trademark scheme was vigorously upheld as one of the absolute laws in the alchemists’ society.
"Really? So the effects have been confirmed for real?"
"Obviously. e on, honestly, would our Chairman and the Order Master try to buy something that’s shady? And also…"
Park Hyun-Oh stopped his words, quickly scanned the surroundings, and suddenly leaned his face closer to Yu Sae-Jung’s ear to whisper the rest of his sentence.
"The Manager, the Dark Elf Hazeline, already has given her affirmative, so you don’t have to worry."
There was no real need to whisper in this single person "VVVIP" hospital room, but well, he was treating her as a royalty here so it was only natural for him to act this way.
The actual reason why the alchemists thought of anonymity as a virtue was that currently, almost half of all active alchemists were from the race of the Dark Elf. They were the type of people that hated exposing their outer appearances and always concealed their bodies with thick robes.
Many people assumed that the Dark Elves were incredibly beautiful since they were called Elves and all, but as they hated bright places w
ith lots of humans with mad zeal, the number of witnesses who had seen a Dark Elf’s real appearance was extremely low, as well as no records to speak of, either.
Heck, there was even a sinister rumour floating around, which was now accepted by some circles as truth; in it the person who uploaded a very first picture of a Dark Elf online was hunted down and murdered by the very same Elf.
"Hazeline - she did? Then, it should be alright. So, when is the product expected to definitely e in?"
"Huh? Well, she did say it won’t be too long…. Wait, let me quickly pop out and make the call, and ask her."
*
"Please wait for just a bit longer. Soon it’ll be… here, surely?"
"…Hazeli.. - no, Manager Hazeline, what is the meaning of your sentence at the end? Feels like you’re deliberately trying to obfuscate…"
"….You’re mistaken."
"…Fuhu. Manager Hazeline. Our little Miss is a Knight of only 17 years young. She should be out there training and enjoying her life, not confined to a sick bed and doing nothing…"
"Yes, I’m well aware of that. Just as I have told you before, please just wait for a bit longer!"
The Dark Elf Hazeline ended the call in irritation and chucked the mobile phone on the desk. It was easy to tell that she was not in a particularly good mood, judging from her exaggerated heavy breathing, deeply shut eyes and fast massaging of her temples.
"Aieek…… Just when is that guy ing here? Didn’t he say he got the pleted potions already?"
Her ultra sharp eyes were immediately directed towards the waiting Alchemy House employee. The poor guy was already in a state of high stress before and now, he was sweating profusely as he barely managed to open his mouth.
"Ah, yes, I’m not really… He did mention that he had three pleted potions in his possession…… We did call him on the phone number he wrote down but so far there were no answers…"
"Haa…. Damn it all, this is pissing me off!! Seriously, I swear these human idiots must think that potions are hammered out in a single day! The reason for all this shortage of potions is because the alchemists are sick and tired of all this bloody nagging by the thoughtless sons of idiots!! But instead of fixing the error of their ways, these sons of bi*ches…. Awooo, this f*cking sh*t!!" (I’ve TL'ed this part as faithfully as possible, so, yep, she’s got a mouth on her, this one.)
As the steam of her fury reached the proverbial top of the head, she rolled her fist tightly before slamming it down on the desk.
– Tuong…
Quite unlike all the explosive anger she had displayed just now, the resulting sound was rather adorably small; the door to her office flew open right at the exact same time.
"He, he’s here, Manager Hazeline!! That alchemist from before, he has arrived!!"
At the hurried yell of the employee, Hazeline’s eyes went round, her body shooting right up from the seat.
***
There were two types of alchemists out there. The first was the monly known types that did the Transmutation and the Reconfiguration, while the second of the lot spent their entire lives trying to understand the mysterious liquid called potions. (Some anally retentive experts would call these two alchemists with separate terms, the former retaining the alchemist moniker while the latter, potion crafter.) (TL: This bit is by the author, not me.)
Even though their main skill sets used for their craft were different, the alchemists all still possessed one habit that was the same. And that mon habit was, their preference towards the darkness.
"…Do you find the coffee to your liking?"
In this dark but surprisingly un-gloomy room, where even the sunlight failed to reach, the only thing brightening the place was Hazeline’s dazzling smile.
"Yes."
Sae-Jin, to the best of his abilities, played it cool and lowered the cup nonchalantly, but he found it rather torturous to look at the face of the Elf in front of him. That was because, she was one of the most stunning women in the world, as befitting the "race of beautiful people
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