"Fatso, you're acting a little strange. Why are you so worked up?"
People always said it was better to see through things without saying them aloud.
But clearly, that unspoken understanding was no use in the face of Lan Qingyou, a witch with an insatiable curiosity.
"Is there something in this for you?"
Alisa promptly piled on.
After all, no matter how you looked at it, the other party was a merchant, and merchants cared most about profit.
Without profit, it was just a conversation.
But if there was profit involved, it was a partnership.
So it was better to lay everything out in the open.
Arthur saw the two of them guess almost the whole truth just from his brief excitement.
So he stopped hiding it.
He scratched his head and smiled.
"Actually, it's nothing much. The Third Emperor was very interested when he learned about the mutations in these Britt Mice."
"So he issued an order: anyone who could unravel the secret behind their mutations would receive the Empire's title of Marquis, no matter who they were."
"Even though the Seventh Emperor is on the throne now, that order is still in effect."
I see.
The two of them understood now.
So the reason he was so excited was the title.
But... this was such a simple question.
Why had none of the alchemists in this timeline figured it out?
Considering how much time had passed between the Third Emperor and the Ninth, surely someone would have found the answer.
No...
Or perhaps it was a matter of a different sort?
Something like morality?
Heh...
Lan Qingyou almost burst out laughing at the thought.
Alchemists pursued the truth, which they called "their own research."
They really didn't care much about anything else.
"All right. If that's the case,