Lord Earl clenched his fists, looking at Ande who was walking in, and couldn't help but say lightly: "Master Ande, this time you've gone too far. It's not just me who's embarrassed, but also the Elfendo Council."
Ande looked at him, shook his head: "George, craftsmen speak with strength. Besides, this isn't my doing, it's Hilveld's arrangement, have you forgotten your brother?"
Hearing the other person call him by his nickname, Lord Earl was momentarily stunned, and most of the anger in his heart was doused.
This elder was a close friend of his father. When he was young, he had learned alchemy under him. But ever since his father's death, as the other had left Fanric, their relationship seemed to have waned.
He took a soft breath and sighed: "How could I forget..."
"I understand you're not inherently bad, George," Ande replied, "I also understand you have concerns, which is why I didn't force you to act at the time, but don't forget, we both owe that little girl a favor."
