Chapter 176: A Family of Madness - III

He led Ansel towards the internal transportation circle of the Alchemy Association, while returning to his original kind old man's appearance, "Ansel, although everyone is looking forward to your arrival, it's not your style to visit suddenly without prior notice."

"It's just that I heard something interesting, so I thought it was fun." Ansel said leisurely, "At the same time, I wanted to see what the Alchemy Association is like now, and it really is..."

He looked at the various firearms hanging on the wall and couldn't help but laugh, "Some are beyond my imagination."

In fact, when he and Ravenna jointly designed the first Etheric firearm, Ansel had already imagined how big a wave this thing would cause.

But the fact proved that he still underestimated this violent innovation.

In just one year, firearms have become one of the most important weapons for extraordinary beings, and even civilians know that the thing that makes a loud noise is extremely dangerous.

Although there is no war in the empire, the open and secret fights between nobles, the friction between territories, the hidden ruins of the ancient dynasties on the vast land, the threats of countless monsters and beasts... and most importantly, the increasingly collapsing order under the rule of Ephesande, Her Majesty, all make violence increasingly necessary.

The Tower of Babel gained Evora's approval with this thing and made a fortune. Although it is still small compared to the Etheric Academy, it also, as Ansel once promised to Ravenna, allowed the Tower of Babel to gain a foothold in the capital.

And the Alchemy Association... Because the Tower of Babel definitely cannot mass-produce firearms, and does not have the right to monopolize its design concept, they wisely handed over the design principle of Etheric firearms to the Alchemy Association at the first time, and both sides can be considered as win-win.

As for now, the Alchemy Association has become, well... in the words of that world, the largest arms dealer in the world, without a doubt.

"I never thought that in such a short time... the Alchemy Association would undergo such a change."

Parla followed Ansel's gaze, saw the various firearms framed as exhibits and hung on the wall, and shook his head:

"We were originally seekers of truth, but now we have become the source of violence... What's more important is that even I can't resist."

The old man stroked his scepter and sighed deeply, "I can't resist this world-changing wave."

The Alchemy Association is loose, but it is still an organization.

"Lord Parla, how could I let you commit such a discourtesy?"

His scepter tapped lightly on the ground, his voice gentle, yet it seemed to carry an irresistible command — even if the old man opposite him was a fifth-stage extraordinary being, his father's student, and an old acquaintance of many years.

"Please, take me to see her."

"..."

After a brief silence, a helpless smile appeared on Parla's aged face: "I should have guessed, this is the reason for your visit, Ansel."

He led Ansel to the room across the way, waving his hand lightly, and the heavy wooden door opened automatically.

Ansel stood at the door, waiting politely for the old man to enter the room first.

"Lord Selcius, you—"

In this office, a sweet girl's voice rang out, reminiscent of a mountain stream, a singing bird, yet also carrying the elegance of a tulip blooming under the moonlight.

The girl's words stopped halfway.

Because she saw the blond young man standing at the door, smiling at her.

"It seems this is our first meeting."

Ansel bowed slightly in a gentlemanly manner, and when he raised his head, he said with a smile to the girl sitting on the sofa:

"Hello, Princess Suellen."

At this moment, Seraphina was in a state of stupor.