"What's going on, Merlin?"
"There is no time to explain, hurry up, stop wasting time. We won't have a chance once Fran regains his senses…"
After saying that, he didn't wait for Solomon's reaction and pushed his speed to the limit as he rushed through the cobweb-like assembly line, relying on the cover of the manufacturing workshop to quickly circumvent the elated Fran and rush towards the northern part of the alchemy workshop.
A few minutes later, Lin Yun was inside a huge warehouse.
This ought to have been the warehouse handling rejected products. All kinds of damaged components were scattered around. Dozens of discarded puppets were laying in the corners, with even more magic materials haphazardly dispersed on the ground. It felt as if the two had walked into a garbage dump.
Dust, rust, trash, and the warehouse air even felt stuffy. Solomon pinched his nose as he coughed heavily.
"Shit, this filthy place was what you were looking for?"
