Although Flora held a book in front of her face, her ears stood upright.
Hearing that Lance was truly minding his own business, examining potions without any intention of coaxing her—
she couldn’t help but secretly lower the book a little, revealing half of her resentful eyes.
As a result, she happened to see Lance with his back to her, seemingly seriously studying a bottle of low-grade antidote.
The girl felt even more aggrieved. She slamd the book onto the table with a dull thud.
Hearing the noise, Lance knew the timing was just right.
If he teased her any further, this honest girl might really explode.
He chuckled softly, turned around, walked to the counter, and gently placed the paper bag he had been hiding behind his back onto the book in front of Flora.
“Alright, don’t be mad anymore.”
There was a hint of appeasent in Lance’s voice.
“I had sothing urgent yesterday that delayed , so I specifically got up early today to line up and buy this.”
Flora originally wanted to maintain her aloof posture a bit longer, but her nose twitched uncontrollably twice.
A rich milky aroma mixed with the sweetness of honey drifted out through the gap in the paper bag.
Among the three girls in Graystone Town, Lance knew each of their preferences inside out.
Although Nia liked desserts, she preferred shiny accessories even more. Amber was a tough girl who couldn’t go without alcohol.
Only Flora was completely defenseless against sweets—a true dessert lover.
“Really?”
Flora huffed skeptically at first, but her gaze couldn’t help drifting toward the paper bag.
She reached out, pulled the bag over, and peeked inside.
The next second, the girl’s eyes behind her lenses instantly lit up as if she had seen so rare treasure.
It was Graystone Town’s seasonal new item—the Forest Berry Tart.
The reason this thing was so precious was because the plump red berries decorating the top had to be urgently transported every morning from a neighboring town.
Those bright red berries piled generously on top were said to all be rushed over from warr-climate towns.
The shop only supplied a few dozen portions each day—if you arrived late, you wouldn’t even see crumbs.
She had only casually complained once while playing cards that she hadn’t gotten to eat it, yet Lance had actually rembered it.
Flora’s two dimples instantly appeared.
Watching the girl happily holding the dessert, Lance secretly let out a sigh of relief.
So easy to coax.
He pulled out a high stool and sat down, his gaze passing over the counter toward the semicircular archway at the back.
That led to the core area of the potion shop—the alchemy workshop.
In the past, whenever he ca, he could hear from afar the bubbling sounds of boiling concoctions in crucibles or the crisp clinking of glassware.
But right now, it was completely silent inside—there wasn’t a single sound.
“Is Aunt Movenna not here?”
Lance asked casually.
At this mont, Flora had already taken a big bite of the berry tart. Bright red jam sared onto her lips.
She explained indistinctly:
“She went to the guild.”
“Aunt Movenna took samples early this morning to compete for that joint extermination procurent order.”
“Your potion was tested overnight by Aunt Movenna, and the effect was excellent. She’s already added it to our bidding list.”
“Are you going to wait here for her to co back? It shouldn’t take long.”
Hearing this, Lance nodded expectantly.
“Alright, I’ll wait.”
This concerned whether his future wallet would be full or not—waiting a bit was only natural.
With nothing better to do, watching Flora eat with great relish, Lance idly tapped his fingers on the table.
A key question about his own developnt suddenly surfaced in his mind.
That was about the function [Potion Research] on his panel.
If he firmly decided to take on a combat class like Pale Sentinel in the future, would this production-oriented potion function beco useless?
After all, a person’s energy was limited.
If this were a ga, it would be fine—but this was reality.
“Flora.”
Lance considered his wording before asking:
“You know I have a personal talent that enhances potion effects, but my future career plan isn’t to beco an alchemist.”
“If I don’t change into a related class, will this talent be completely wasted?”
“Is there a way to have the best of both worlds?”
By this ti, Flora had already devoured the berry tart like a whirlwind.
Still unsatisfied, she took out the second dessert from the bag—a chocolate lava ball covered in powdered sugar.
Hearing Lance’s question, she took a bite, her mouth full of brown crumbs, and said matter-of-factly:
“Nope, you can take on another class part-ti.”
“Part-ti?”
Lance froze for a mont.
This wasn’t ntioned at all in the 《Basic Guide to Class Advancent for Professionals》 he had spent a fortune to buy.
That book only talked about how to specialize and refine attributes, without touching on sothing as abstract as multiple class advancent.
It seed that was just a simplified beginner’s textbook.
“This might be sothing you only co into contact with after officially becoming a professional,” Lance thought to himself.
Flora took another bite of her dessert and explained like a little teacher:
“You might not have read 《On the Origins of Classes》. It gives a very detailed analysis of the essence of classes.”
“Class advancent, in essence, is letting your soul adapt to and solidify a certain rule of this world.”
“But the strength of a person’s soul is limited.”
“You can take on a secondary class after choosing your main class.”
“However, there are very strict limitations—the level of the secondary class can never exceed that of the main class.”
At this point, the girl’s expression beca slightly more serious.
“And when choosing a secondary class, you must be extrely cautious.”
“You have to choose classes with huge differences, otherwise it will cause severe soul wear.”
“For example, if your main class is combat-oriented, then your secondary class should be a life-production type, or so kind of identity-type class.”
“If you get greedy and want to take on two combat classes at the sa ti…”
Flora shook her head.
“Then those two similar rules will clash within your soul, causing massive wear.”
“The most direct consequence is that your future growth speed will be greatly reduced by a percentage.”
Lance understood instantly.
It was like an experience penalty in a ga.
Originally, killing one monster might give 100 experience points, but after taking on a secondary class, it might only give 70 or even less.
“You’ve read books on this?”
Lance looked at the chocolate-sared girl in surprise.
Flora wore an expression that said, “Isn’t that normal?”
“Of course. I’m about to start advancing into an alchemist, so I definitely have to do my howork.”
Lance suddenly realized sothing, his voice trembling slightly as he asked:
“Then you… have you read 《Basic Guide to Class Advancent for Professionals》?”
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