In the guest room of the Imperial Palace of Storm Empire, it had been four hours since Harold had left to go to Rosa’s. Mas was considering whether to leave without saying goodbye. To be honest, he felt that this matter had blown up a little. He was considering whether he should free himself from this matter.
Just as he was lost in his thoughts, Harold had already sent out his trusted subordinate to find him.
He also told Mas the reason for his visit. After hearing the subordinate’s explanation, Mas finally knew the rough story.
It turned out that Harold’s biological grandson, Rosa, was the successor of the Pine family whom Harold had designated in the future. No matter what the price was, Harold had to save him. However, no doctor or alchemist in the capital had a cure for Rosa’s illness.
All the doctors and alchemists who had seen Rosa’s wound said that they had never even seen the lesion before. Hearing this, Harold was furious and said that they were all trash. He sent his subordinates to find “Dyson” and hoped that Master Mas could treat Rosa through him.
Mas listened to the servant’s description in detail and waved at the servant. He said unquestionably, “Wait outside the door first. I’ll go find His Majesty Harold with you later.”
Thinking up to this point, Mas sighed helplessly in his heart. “It looks like no matter what, I probably won’t be able to escape the mess that the Storm Empire is in. According to the servant’s description, Harold will probably find me eventually. Sigh, it’s so troublesome. But no matter what, I should check on Rosa first. After all, I have a good impression of Rosa.”
Then, after Mas tidied up his appearance, he followed the subordinate to a side hall not far from the palace.
As soon as Mas stepped into the room, he smelled the pungent smell of medicine. What came into his sight was Harold, who was pacing around in a hurry, and Rosa, who was pale and covered in bandages.
Seeing Rosa’s “terrifying” look, Mas immediately pretended to be a good actor and flew to the side of the bed. He hugged Rosa’s bandaged arm and wailed, “Why did His Highness become like this? Who could have done such a vicious thing?!”
Meanwhile, Harold looked at Mas’ slightly comical acting skills and did not say anything. Instead, after Mas finished his act, he said to Mas with a pained expression, “Nephew Dyson, you’ve seen my grandson’s situation. A Level 6 alchemist told me that Rosa might have been attacked by some unknown poisonous creature or object. Now that he’s in danger, he needs a Legendary alchemist to refine Anthrax to cure him.
Since you drove Hopper away, there are no Legendary alchemists in the Storm Empire other than your master, Master Mas. Please, nephew Dyson! ”
Looking at Harold’s sincere expression, Mas was almost moved by his performance.
However, Mas said calmly, “Your Majesty, even if I have the intention to help, my master and I don’t have any idea about the refinement formula and materials for Anthrax.”
However, what Mas did not expect was that the old fox in front of him had already found an excuse that he could not refuse. “I won’t have to trouble Nephew Dyson and Master Mas to find the formula and refinement materials. I’ve already sent someone to prepare these two items. ”
Right on the heels of that, Harold took out an alchemy formula and three sets of alchemy materials for refining Anthrax from his space ring and handed them to Mas.
Mas looked at the item in his hand and could not help but be speechless. This old fox had completely blocked his escape route. He had no choice but to accept it.
Mas then looked at Harold and said, “In that case, I’ll have to trouble Your Majesty Harold to personally bring His Highness Rosa to the Alchemy Tower. My master is not in the Alchemy Tower now. Even if I inform my master now, he will return in a day at the earliest.
Instead of asking my master to hurry to the capital city, why don’t you wait directly in the Alchemy Tower? When my master returns to the Alchemy Tower, he can start refining the Anthrax that His Highness needs. What do you think, Your Majesty? ”
Upon hearing that, Harold considered Mas’ suggestion and nodded in agreement.
“Since nephew Dyson has already thought it through, let’s do as you say. I’ll send Rosa to the Alchemy Tower now.”
When Mas heard that, he said, “Then I’ll return to the Alchemy Tower first and inform my master to come back. After reaching the Alchemy Tower, you and His Highness Rosa can fly up using this.”
As Mas spoke, he handed a Red Crystal Gargoyle and its “control core” to Harold from his alchemy space. Harold naturally knew what Mas had given him.
Harold watched Mas ride the Red Crystal Gargoyle further and further away. He shouted after Mas, “Have a safe trip, Dyson!”
After a long day of running, Mas finally rode the Red Crystal Gargoyle back to the top floor of the Alchemy Tower from the Storm Empire’s capital.
He found the refinement formula and three alchemy materials that Harold had given him in the palace.
He began to read the alchemy notes of the previous owner of the Alchemy Tower, Dyson and discovered that the Anthrax was really a divine medicine that could treat all illnesses other than the mind. It was an advanced legendary alchemy medicine.
The alchemy materials needed to refine the Anthrax were also very demanding.
Firstly, it included 100-year-old old ginseng, a ten-year-old iceberg snow lotus that grew in the snowy mountains of the Northern Barbarian Tribe, and a 100-year-old ice silkworm that was in the same area as the iceberg snow lotus. The last ingredient was actually the demonic rattlesnake’s tongue.
Moreover, the older the materials, the better the effects. Looking at the alchemy materials handed to him by Harold, none of the materials was below the age limit and was much higher. From this, it could be seen how important Rosa was to this sly old fox who only cared about benefits.
Mas took out the Creator’s Alchemy Platform from his personal alchemy space and placed the three similar materials used to refine the Anthrax around the Creator’s Alchemy Platform.
As a colorful dark light flashed, the three alchemy materials were drawn by the mysterious aura again. They flew towards the dark light emitted by the Creator’s Alchemy Platform in the sky and slowly fused together.
Two minutes later, three small grass-shaped alchemical items emitted a purple light. They were the symbols of the birth of a Legendary alchemical item. Mas looked at the three Anthrax in his hand that emitted a medicinal fragrance.
He thought to himself, “I have succeeded!”