In his sitting position, Angor first saw a pair of polished black boots. Then he looked up and saw the familiar and stern face of a gentleman.
"Professor?"
He wondered why Sunders suddenly came. To offer congratulations on his successful alchemy work? Probably not, since the crown didn't look like anything that might interest Sunders.
Angor kept looking and saw Sunders gazing at the crimson crown with a doubtful look.
"I think I know what this is…" Sunders muttered.
Huh? Angor frowned. Did that woman copy the blueprint from somewhere else?
"Who asked you to make this?" Sunders asked.
Before going into seclusion, Angor explained to Sunders that he needed to help someone craft an item. Sunders never asked for the details.
Angor checked the crown, which was still glowing with blood-red light, and felt a little anxious that this item might be related to something fishy and dangerous.
