"Trap? What kind of trap?" I didn't pay much attention to it.
Abigail Green was naturally a woman of few words, so she didn't say anything more.
We sat there waiting for a long time.
It wasn't until noon that someone came in from outside.
The visitor was a young man, dressed extravagantly and with an extraordinary demeanor.
Behind him followed two men dressed as bodyguards.
I took a closer look and found that the two bodyguards were actually Grandmasters of the Third Rank.
"Even the bodyguards are Grandmasters of the Third Rank, must have a remarkable background," I thought to myself.
The young man strode up to me and sat down in front of me.
He looked me up and down and asked, "You're the one who's going to treat me?"
I nodded and replied, "Yes, what's bothering you?"
The young man stretched lazily and said, "Aren't you an alchemist? Can't you tell?"
I frowned, displeased with the young man's attitude.
