"Brother Dyson, are you serious?" Upon hearing that, Belek excitedly grabbed Mas's shoulders and shook him.
"A promise must be kept. I am, after all, the first apprentice under Master Mas. It's not difficult for me to refine a mere advanced Level 1 alchemical soldier. You can rest assured."
Mas pretended to be righteous and stand up for his good friend.
To be honest, he was convinced by his own acting skills.
"If that's the case, I, Belek, owe brother Dyson a big favor!"
Belek looked grateful at that and even pretended to squeeze out a few tears.
"But there's one more thing. I'm very curious, President Belek. Why would the royal family of the Storm Empire purchase these low-grade alchemical soldiers so wantonly? Since they have already chosen to spend a large amount of gold coins to buy alchemical creatures, why don't they choose a higher grade one?"
Mas raised his doubts.
