Mithra and his muscular companion flew away from Bogula's base. They were heading to Mithra's House, the Elixir Hut, which was located at the lower side of the city.
"Are you trying to protect that apprentice, professor?" the bulky man asked.
"He has great talent and has obtained decent alchemy legacy," Mithra said as he held his chin. "Such talented young men are already scarce. We should not let them go extinct in this world."
The bulky figure nodded uncertainly. "If you want to keep the root of alchemy going, professor, you can simply extract his memory."
"His talent goes well with his legacy but does not fit with my theories. It'll be pointless for me to acquire something I cannot use. Let's not destroy a promising genius like this."
