Majeri's thoughts suddenly went blank for a moment, but he paid it no mind. It was still safe here. Lowering his head, he looked coldly at his grandnephew and snorted. "Forget it. I won't say any more. As long as they don't intend to pursue the matter, it's fine. This time, I even brought the chairman along."
The middle-aged man was the chairman. Seeing the two of them like this, the corner of his mouth twitched.
These two bastards truly were the disgrace of alchemists.
But having accepted their benefits, he was in no position to say much. Thus, he said, "We're going out together this time to attend Duke Ogli's banquet. You two should act more relaxed. Don't disgrace alchemists. You're the face of alchemists, after all. And don't cause trouble."
Majeri looked at his grandnephew at his feet and nodded. "Get up. It should be fine now. An expert from a lower realm probably won't make things difficult for us, especially with the chairman here."
Ansael hurriedly climbed to his feet, straightened his appearance, and followed behind the two men.
Majeri turned around, glanced at the chairman, and said, "Ride in my carriage."
With a casual wave of his hand, a carriage appeared before him.
The carriage was an alchemical creation, exquisitely crafted and about eight meters long. It was pulled by two giant puppet horses, looking lofty, grand, and imposing—full of alchemical majesty.
The chairman nodded.
Inside the room, Dole opened his eyes and looked toward the door. Stroking his chin, he wondered, Should I invade the chairman as well?
Forget it. Such an important figure definitely had all sorts of anti-intrusion enchantments and alarms, perhaps even real-time monitoring by the empire. He was different from Majeri.
Dole had not immediately invaded Majeri. Instead, he was