15 years ago. It was a decent amount of time.

�The citizens of the Empire sent tributes to the Alchemists� Bell Tower that they had considered to be terrible and now, the personal disciple of the Tower Head, is a child from the slums.�

Some orphans and slum children had shown different levels of success.

�Then the Alchemists� Bell Tower announced that they had sent the remaining children to the Alchemy Towers across the Empire.�

People had believed them because successful children from the slums had delivered the news.

Cale smiled while looking at the pale middle-aged man.

�However, they stopped doing that shit about 10 years ago.�

Shit.

Cale was calling that praised action, �shit.�

Plop.

Cale threw a few pages of paper onto the table.

�This was because 10 years ago was when they started to conspire with the Empire�s royal family in order to kidnap the citizens and use them for experiments.

Cale tapped on the documents that described this situation as he continued to speak.

�They no longer needed the children that they could kill without worrying about any consequences.�

Cale was no longer speaking formally. Although they were both sitting down, Cale was looking at the man as if he was looking down at him. The pale middle-aged man barely managed to get a few words out.

�S, stop-�

However, Cale was not someone who would stop just like that. He continued to speak to this pitiful man.

�And you appeared in these slums 10 years ago.�

This middle-aged man was supposedly not a part of the capital�s Alchemists� Bell Tower.

There were a couple other Alchemy Towers across the Empire.

If it was 10 years ago, this man would have been young as well.

That was the reason Cale focused on this man after listening to Billos�s report.

This man�s 10 years and the 10 years described in the information given to him by the Saint. They seemed to be related.

Cale observed the alchemist who seemed to be feeling both sorrow and fear as he continued to speak. JrNovels.com