Boiling Gentleman said, "Of course, there's no problem if Lady Shava wishes to see it. However, the mother body of that Twisted Seed has already entered its decline, while there is still a perfect specimen at its peak in the modification laboratory."
One was in decline, while the other was a perfect specimen. Without question, the perfect specimen was more worthy of study.
Since Boiling Gentleman had put it that way, Angel did not press the matter further. He nodded and followed Boiling Gentleman through the open doors.
From the corridor, the interior beyond the doors had appeared to be nothing but utter darkness, impossible to see through.
Yet once he entered, he discovered that it was completely different from what he had seen outside.
Not only was it brilliantly lit, it was also extraordinarily spacious.
The area within his field of vision alone was about as large as the hall of Misty Gold's Castle. Coupled with the many passageways and doors here, the spaces beyond those passages might have been even larger.
The room's style also took Angel by surprise.
Chains, gears, and intricate parts covered every corner, along with metal pipes that led who knew where. At first glance, it somewhat resembled a mechanical alchemist's laboratory, but this place was far more elaborate, with even more components. Beneath the floor where he stood, he could faintly hear the sounds of parts turning, as though he had crossed from a mysterious Nightmare Realm into a steampunk world.
While Angel was surveying his surroundings, Boiling Gentleman had already strode into the laboratory, which was covered in pipes of every size.
Boiling Gentleman removed his hat and hung it on an abandoned flue opening in one of the metal pipes. Then, brimming with excitement, he headed toward a sunken pool filled