Mas looked at the master and servant in front of him in confusion, thinking that they were probably nobles who had asked Master Mas to buy alchemy items.
"Oh, I'm very sorry, sir. My teacher, Mas, is not currently in the Alchemy Tower. May I ask why the two of you are looking for my teacher?" Mas looked at Snow who was dressed like a noble and asked.
"Oh? You said that Master Mas is your teacher. Then, you must be Master Mas' only disciple, Dyson? I didn't get the wrong person."
Looking at Mas in front of him, Snow thought to himself, "Guess you are doomed."
Upon hearing Snow's answer, Mas was even more confused. What the heck? Why didn't he look for Master Mas but looked for Dyson instead? Could it be that he was looking for him to refine 10,000 alchemical soldiers like Belek? Mas would not do such a strenuous and thankless job a second time.
"Yes, I'm Dyson. Why are you looking for me?"
