This old man was someone that even the damned Lord had to be careful about.
The man was an extremely rare Class A Alchemist, and the money the lord made by reselling the man's potions through the decades was astronomical.
Heh, speaking of that, they wondered what those people would think when they realized their prized alchemist was gone?!
Would he be so angry? Would he die from anger? Too bad they couldn't be there to see!
Thinking of this Obi, they couldn't help but feel vindictive, partially reducing their fear of the old man.
Obi even leaned over a bit, started to act casually around him. "How did Miss Althea convince you to go?" he asked.
Obi was known to be stupidly brave at times. The people beside him scooted away from him, just in case.
Hoffen fortunately did not throw anything poisonous. He simply patted his beard in thought, recalling the contents of the letter.
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A few hours ago, Bleulle City
