"What! Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!" Owen shouted loudly.
His voice was so loud that everyone in the alchemist guild hall could hear him.
Many people strained to rise on their tiptoes, stretching their necks, trying hard to get closer to the source of the sound, eager to hear what Charles had said that had made the president of the alchemist guild, Owen, so agitated.
Unfortunately, next to the window of the second-floor office, Charles's figure appeared as he looked down at the hall below.
Under the expectant gazes of the many alchemists in the hall, Charles unhesitatingly shut the soundproof window.
"I mean, President Owen, can you not be so excited? I'm not joking," Charles said, turning around after closing the window, a hint of helplessness in his voice.
