So lowly reduced and yet still driven out of the laboratory, confined to just eight hours at the Alchemy Workshop each day.
Who among the craftsmen would respect Ambur?
How can he manage all the affairs of the Alchemy Workshop?
Steward Moda had long known Ian, aware that the other was a warm-hearted good Knight, but there's a world of difference between a good knight and a good Lord.
Especially when suppressing the former Lord's officials is something a good Lord ought to do.
"You're not afraid of death and are full of confidence, never feeling that you will be buried in oblivion... What other choices do I have but to let you go?"
With a wave of his hand, Steward Moda leveraged his own child's arm to stand up.
"Why fear death..."
Roland, helping his father, muttered. He had studied mechanical alchemy and Inscriptions with a Scholar in the Falling Star Hills until the upheaval of the Former Leyan Territory made him return to take care of the elderly.
