"A grafting maniac?!" Angel abruptly turned to Bauxia, his eyes grave. "You mean Witch Dongla?"
Bauxia nodded. "So you've heard of her 'fearsome reputation' too."
"Dongla is also a member of the Research Institute. She has never missed a single witnessing ceremony in the past, and no matter who the new member was, they would receive her death threats. When I joined the Research Institute, she threatened to sew my mouth shut and transplant a Stench Beast's rear end onto it." As Bauxia cited her own example, a chill flashed through her eyes. "Don't think she was joking. She's a madwoman. There's nothing she wouldn't do."
"This time, she didn't show up at the witnessing ceremony. So your luck was actually quite good."
After hearing Bauxia's words, Angel inwardly grumbled that it was not because his luck was good, but because Dongla was still fleeing for her life in the Abyss...
Back in the Fantasy Mechanical City, he had wondered whether Dongla might be a member. Unexpectedly, she really was.
If Dongla had truly appeared here, there probably would have been an argument. That woman really was unreasonable.
Angel sighed. He had not actually known or met many alchemists. Aside from those from Savage Cave, Dongla counted as one, and the other was—
"I wonder whether Jeral, the 'Mithril Revolutionary,' is a member of the Research Institute?" Angel asked.
Bauxia shook her head. "Jeral is still a little short, but I heard that Muse has indeed been assessing him in secret. We all thought he would become a new member within a few years, but then you burst onto the scene out of nowhere."
Angel felt a little embarrassed by her words. He had wanted to say it was simply fate and coincidence, but if he truly said that, it