"Oh, so you're talking about that trash called Snow, Your Majesty. He has already been chased away by me. He was considerably powerful for a Level 6 assassin, but he is so vulnerable in front of my master's Epic alchemical creature."
Harold watched Mas calmly describe Snow's unbearable behavior. His old face was filled with shock as if he had heard something unbelievable.
What made him wild with joy was that Master Mas had already refined an Epic alchemical creature long ago.
Looking at the Thunder Flash Void Magic Spider under "Dyson", Harold's grinned. The wrinkles on his skin due to his old age tightened as he smiled, giving him a terrifying look.
Epic Alchemist!
Harold knew all too well what these two words meant.
These few words carried too much weight. So much weight that he, the legendary emperor of the Gamma Empire, was far from it.
Harold was glad to know Mas.
