Trouble Has Arrived
Just as Connor was lost in thought over Old Victor's intentions, his expression suddenly changed. He sensed an aura he knew all too well silently approaching the backyard of his apartment...
"Margaret? Why is she here?" Connor muttered to himself, lowering his head. Though he had no idea why Margaret had come, there was no doubt that the aura belonged to her.
He took a fresh robe from his Space Ring and flicked his finger, changing out of his current clothes and into the new robe. Since he had been refining Alchemical Bombs, his old clothes were still fairly clean, but they reeked of sulfur. If he wore them to meet Margaret, even a ghost would know he had been making Alchemical Bombs.
After changing into the new robe, Connor checked himself and found no trace of sulfur on him. He nodded in satisfaction, extinguished the Spiritual Fire, returned the alchemy furnace to his Space Ring, then got up and went downstairs to meet Margaret, who had already appeared in the living room.
"Long time no see!" Connor greeted Margaret with a smile as he descended the stairs, looking at her graceful figure in a luxurious Purple Robe.
"Connor, you can still smile at a time like this?" Margaret glanced at the smile on Connor's face, and a half-smiling expression immediately appeared on her stunningly beautiful face.
Sensing Margaret's alarming tone and seeing the look on her face, Connor shrugged indifferently. "What else am I supposed to do?"
"Looks like you still don't know what happened. Good luck, then!" Seeing Connor's unconcerned attitude, Margaret sneered and rose as if to leave.
Seeing Margaret behave so unusually, Connor finally caught a whiff of danger. He stepped ahead and blocked her path, frowning as he asked, "What exactly happened?"