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... shocked. Arrived.

"Master Bennet, you are afraid that your alchemy speed is beyond the reach of the Holy Land!" Master Alfred said with sighing at the two alchemy bottles on the alchemy table with semi-finished products.

He can hardly imagine what kind of brain is required to perform such an operation. Two hands are doing completely different operations at the same time, and they are still complicated alchemy operations. The ordinary alchemist may not have the flexibility of both ...

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