Alchemist Association.
"Lord Crowe."
"The president requests your presence!"
The alchemist, dressed in a three-ring alchemist robe, spoke respectfully.
"Understood."
Crowe rose and left the laboratory.
He put on the ten-ring robe symbolizing the position of Chief Alchemist.
In this era, an alchemist's strength was divided from one ring to ten.
Each ring represented the number and strength of puppets one could control.
As the Chief Alchemist,
Crowe was naturally a ten-ring alchemist.
He was also one of the higher-ups in the Alchemist Association.
He quickly arrived at the president's private chamber in the Alchemist Association.
"You're here!"
The president of the Alchemist Association was tall and looked somewhat weary at that moment.
Upon seeing Crowe, he slowly turned around.
"News just arrived from the Ninth Prince."
"The Third Prince was assassinated. We have to act ahead of schedule today."
"Among the alchemists, you were personally promoted by me."
"I plan to pledge allegiance to the Ninth Prince. What is your choice?"
The alchemists placed great importance on inheritance.
And Crowe's inheritance came from the president of the Alchemist Association.
Their fates were tied together, for glory and ruin alike.
Hearing his mentor's words,
Crowe's expression turned solemn.
"My choice is the same as yours."
The president of the Alchemist Association nodded.
"You're my most outstanding student."
"My inheritance will depend on you. Don't worry, I won't send you to die."
"The Ninth Prince is gathering the Iron Guard and preparing to take control of the Imperial Guard."
"The inner city won't be peaceful tonight."
"Go back and rest first."
"Once things are settled tomorrow, I'll take you to meet the Ninth Prince."
"Yes, Teacher!"
Crowe bowed and left.
The president of the Alchemist Association had no idea that his good disciple had long since been controlled by someone else.