The trade fair was still in full swing.
Just then, the door to private room 183 was pushed open, and three beast-masked figures emerged.
The one in front carried an enormous bathtub on her shoulder.
The one behind bore a golden Overlord Saber on his back.
The last carried a white greatsword upside down.
The moment this combination appeared, everyone at the venue halted their trading rhythm and raised their eyes toward the corridor outside the second-floor private rooms.
At the same time, those inside the private rooms shifted the focus of their gazes over as well.
"Holy crap, they're here, they're here!"
Some young people in the seating area grew excited, completely forgetting that there was still a trader on the platform. Their attention immediately settled on the trio that had emerged from private room 183.
"So eager? Is the Alchemist Association really planning to deliver the treasure?"
"The key is, isn't this treasure-delivery squad a little too eye-catching? That bathtub, Overlord Saber, greatsword... Are they really from the Alchemist Association? If you said they were here to fight, I'd be more inclined to believe it."
"Yeah, but more importantly, why are they carrying a bathtub..."
"And wasn't private room 172 supposed to come collect the treasure? What kind of face is that? The Royal City Alchemist Association headquarters is personally delivering it to their door?"
"What grandeur!"
"..."
There were no shortage of young people at the trade fair who had followed their sect elders out to broaden their horizons.
Everyone had been rooted in the Royal City for years, so naturally they knew the Alchemist Association's intimidating influence.
Seeing the normally lofty Alchemist Association acting as though it had something to ask of another, they could not help but find it strange.
Yet the elders of the