"Anz, registration for the Golden Dragon Cup Martial Arts Competition has already started, when are we going?"
Lying on a blood-stained metal dissecting table with his hands behind his head, the youngster Yaheng looked bored as he watched the scruffy teenager Anz fine-tuning potions.
"Registration lasts a month, it has just started three days ago, what's the rush?" Alchemist Anz, engrossed in throwing alchemical materials into the crucible according to his own concocted potion formula, replied without even lifting his head.
"The earlier we register the quicker we get it done, I am fed up with waiting like this."
"The Martial Arts Competition held by the Golden Dragon Archduke has no other limitations besides age, and with the generous prizes, everyone meeting the age requirement will register.
It's only just started the registration, there will certainly be more people than we can imagine. So we should wait for a few days before going. Registering now is simply a waste of time."
