"Don't worry, it's not a curse, just a subtle change in materiality, I see now..."
The old man's eyebrows raised, he lifted his head and looked out at the torrential rain engulfing the entire Gray Port, sighed in realization: "Alchemy, ah."
"Al, Alchemy?"
Arnold was dumbfounded: "Making such a big fuss? What's Petition thinking?!"
"It's not Petition."
"Besides Petition, who else..."
Arnold's voice abruptly stopped, as if plunged into an icy cavern, shivering all over with fear.
Yes, besides Petition, who else in the entire West Sea could it be?
That guy...
"Is he crazy?!" Arnold reverberated red-faced, jumping with fury: "Is he provoking the family?! This, this..."
"If I'm not mistaken, he's probably provoking more than just our family..."
The old man sighed, looking towards the dense rain curtain, within which a muffled voice was struggling to rush towards them.
