Ah Fu finished arranging the last piece of experimental equipment. As it turned, its movements were perfectly steady, devoid of any unnecessary sway.
It walked over to Allen and reported in a deep voice, "Sir, your schedule indicates that you need to go to the finance office on the first floor of the Black Tower of the Forge this afternoon to pay fees, and then handle the expansion of the Learning Mutual Aid Group."
Allen was leafing through the foundational knowledge of the Ironthorn Clan that Draven had sent over.
He stood up. Ah Fu had already fetched his black Advanced Apprentice Robe and held the door open for him.
"Do not touch my notes and textbooks before I return," Allen instructed.
"Yes, sir."
The finance office on the first floor of the Black Tower of the Forge was as lifeless as ever.
Barton Thorn, the balding middle-aged man, was still dozing off at his usual desk, looking as though he hadn't moved an inch since the last time Allen had seen him.
