"You are late."
As the door opened, Teda looked at Bologue and Palmer with a sullen expression, his voice devoid of emotion, "I don't like people who are not punctual."
"We encountered some minor problems on the way."
Bologue tried to explain, shaking his clothes as he spoke.
The coat was tattered, emitting waves of a bloody smell. From the damaged holes, one could glimpse the Iron-Repelling Armor Bologue wore inside, which seemed to be entwined with a snake-like presence.
"The Great Rift is a place full of surprises, isn't it?"
Upon hearing Bologue's explanation, Teda didn't pursue the matter further. As a former member of the Order Bureau, he knew well what these Field Staff represented.
Field Staff were the Blades of the Order Bureau, sent wherever judgment needed execution, a group living on the edge of life and death.
If not for the study of Overlord Xilin's Alchemy Matrix, Teda wouldn't actually want to share his Alchemy Workshop with them as a base.
