Angel followed behind Midora, heading deep into the quiet, narrow corridor.
Midora didn't tell Angel the reason for calling him, but with a mysterious tone, he told Angel that if he followed, he would understand.
"Lord Midora, why is the research institute so deserted? Where are the others?" After walking a lengthy, silent path, Angel couldn't help but ask.
"Others? The research institute is usually empty, only when an important item is unveiled will people return." Midora heaved a slight sigh, "I truly hope that the item the head is working on can be perfected and unveiled soon. That way, those people will surely come back. Perhaps, then someone could be found to replace me and take charge of the research institute."
Angel was filled with question marks.
In his mind, the status of the research institute should be exalted, a place many alchemists long for. Why then does it sound from Midora's mouth filled with apparent distaste?
