"Brother Dyson, are you in?"
Mas, who was resting on the top floor of the Alchemy Tower, suddenly heard a loud voice coming from outside the window, forcing him to wake up from his dream.
"Gasp… How annoying. Who's disturbing my dream so early in the morning… This voice? It seems to be that fatty, Belek? Didn't that guy not come for a long time? Why is he here so early in the morning? "
Mas, who was still in a daze, rubbed his head and muttered to himself.
Although he sounded dissatisfied, Mas still directly took the transmission channel to the lobby on the first floor. Perhaps this fatty Belek had brought him some precious rare materials.
Outside the Alchemy Tower, when Belek saw Mas walk out of the door, he directly threw himself at Mas's feet and knelt down with both hands hugging his thighs. He begged with tears and mucus, "Brother Dyson, you have to help me!"
"If you don't help me, I'm dead this time!"
