Iron Golem

Yesterday, Stol had visited the Association. Everyone had been exceptionally surprised by his return; they seemed delighted on the surface, yet their attitudes carried a certain ambiguity.

He had once believed that Durag, whom he had personally built, already bore his mark, and that Anse's appearance was merely a convenient expedient at the right moment. But the truth was not so.

Legends of the Six-Winged Dragon spread throughout the city. Commoners spoke constantly of the new chairman, the number of officials had surged, and many people did not even know Stol existed.

Everything Durag had seen and heard told him the same thing: this was Anse's city!

Anse noticed something off in Stol's tone, but did not think much of it.

Stol had only just been resurrected, so fluctuating emotions were normal. Besides, he was not a complicated person and would soon return to himself.

Breakfast was lavish. Anse ate four six-inch hand pies, a plate of Cheese Pepper Roasted Mushrooms, two pounds of Sambia Honey Glazed Ribs, and a huge bowl of Valley Dwarf Oatmeal before wiping his mouth and finishing the simple meal.

He could now go days without food or drink, yet could also eat enormous amounts in one sitting. His life form differed greatly from that of ordinary people.

Seeing that he had finished eating, Elise set down her fork and carefully reminded him, "Be careful with everything. Don't push yourself too hard."

"I know." Anse took several sips of tea to cleanse his palate, then rose to his feet and pressed a hand over the Arcane Research Society identity plaque through his Robes.

"Where are you going?" Stol asked in confusion.

"The Arcane Research Society." Anse did not explain further, afraid Stol would not be able to handle it.

"Hm?" Stol stared at him in