Chapter: 1135
�I hear that the people of the slums, especially the children, like you and call you ahjussi or even uncle?�
There were many nicknames used to address this person, as nobody knew his name.
That was why Cale had come looking for him.
�I heard that you spend the remainder of your money after you buy your alcohol to buy food for the children.�
The children of the slums like this alcoholic alchemist. It was because he always gave them food and healed their injuries.
Cale asked the man with the shaking pupils.
�Who are you?�
Who was this person that was acting like a fake alchemist and had amputated his own hand because it was poisoned by dead mana?
�I, I, I-�
The middle-aged man could not respond properly. Chaos, concern, and fear. The man who was full of those emotions, as well as some others, was severely shaking.
Cale started to speak again.
�The Bell Tower has developed a dead mana bomb.�
The alchemist�s shaking body stopped shaking for a moment. However, his eyes were still shaking as if he could not believe it.
�I�m sure that it was thanks to the children who died 15 years ago, as well as the people who were used as guinea pigs for the last 10 years.�
�Ah, ugh.�
The middle-aged man let out a noise that was either a cry or a moan and covered his face.
He was a beginner alchemist who had run away after finding out the truth 10 years ago. The now middle-aged man felt suffocating fear fill his body.
It was the fear coming from guilt.
At that moment, the man who felt like he was drowning in a swamp of fear could hear the priest�s voice.
�I plan to destroy the Alchemists� Bell Tower.�
He heard the priest say one other word.
�Definitely.�
Definitely destroy it.
That sentence roared like thunder through the fear. The man who had curled up moved his right hand away from his face and looked toward the priest. JrNovels.com
There were many nicknames used to address this person, as nobody knew his name.
That was why Cale had come looking for him.
�I heard that you spend the remainder of your money after you buy your alcohol to buy food for the children.�
The children of the slums like this alcoholic alchemist. It was because he always gave them food and healed their injuries.
Cale asked the man with the shaking pupils.
�Who are you?�
Who was this person that was acting like a fake alchemist and had amputated his own hand because it was poisoned by dead mana?
�I, I, I-�
The middle-aged man could not respond properly. Chaos, concern, and fear. The man who was full of those emotions, as well as some others, was severely shaking.
Cale started to speak again.
�The Bell Tower has developed a dead mana bomb.�
The alchemist�s shaking body stopped shaking for a moment. However, his eyes were still shaking as if he could not believe it.
�I�m sure that it was thanks to the children who died 15 years ago, as well as the people who were used as guinea pigs for the last 10 years.�
�Ah, ugh.�
The middle-aged man let out a noise that was either a cry or a moan and covered his face.
He was a beginner alchemist who had run away after finding out the truth 10 years ago. The now middle-aged man felt suffocating fear fill his body.
It was the fear coming from guilt.
At that moment, the man who felt like he was drowning in a swamp of fear could hear the priest�s voice.
�I plan to destroy the Alchemists� Bell Tower.�
He heard the priest say one other word.
�Definitely.�
Definitely destroy it.
That sentence roared like thunder through the fear. The man who had curled up moved his right hand away from his face and looked toward the priest. JrNovels.com
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