After a slight pause, Aierna Vasa's lips slightly curled up.
She glanced at the middle-aged craftsman and said, "I didn't expect you to actually find an Alchemist this time."
The middle-aged craftsman smiled, "Chairman, I explained."
"Really?"
She turned back and looked Fang Hong up and down, with a noticeable disbelief in her eyes: "You look legitimate, but did you overlook something?"
A knowing smile appeared on Aierna's face, as if she had caught on to the real problem.
The Artisan Association is open to all the association's Alchemists, so if this person were truly one of them, why go through such elaborate means?
She glanced again at the middle-aged craftsman, like a cat catching a mouse's tail, her emerald eyes narrowing, her tone teasing: "Alright, I want to see what you're playing at."
The middle-aged craftsman couldn't help but reveal a wry smile, speaking with a mix of amusement and despair: "Chairman, when have I ever lied to you?
