Chapter 246: Lolinna - II

"Revenge against the malicious woman who imprisoned you, controlled you, and almost destroyed you."

She stood with her hands behind her back, uttering such rebellious and suicidal words.

Ravenna and Suellen looked at each other for two seconds, then Ravenna said expressionlessly, "I'm not interested."

It was not out of fear or rationality, but simply a lack of interest.

Such a choice did not even need to rely on rationality to make. Ravenna did not like Evora, and to some extent, she did indeed harbor some hatred for her, but... revenge?

Such a waste of time and meaningless thing, better sweep it into the trash heap. Her time now was incredibly precious.

Suellen watched Ravenna for a while, then suddenly laughed, "I thought you probably wouldn't be interested, so... how about a different deal?"

She took a step forward and said in a faint and illusory voice:

"Eileen Ziegler."

The cold and solid puppet visibly trembled.

"The extraordinary genius who rose to fame fifty years ago, the alchemical master recognized by Flamelle forty years ago, the madman who everyone spat on thirty years ago, and now... a nobody."

The ambitious princess, who had somehow gotten close to the trembling Ravenna, whispered in her ear:

"Do you want to know why he died?"

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"... Yes," he took a deep breath, clenched his fist slightly, and said in a deep voice, "If their demands weren't so excessive, we should have promoted many practical alchemical tools throughout the empire in the past three years... even if the Elder Princess was willing..."

He shook his head, not saying anything more.

Evora had no interest in these so-called "practical alchemical tools". As for the benefits these transformative items could bring her? What a joke. By the time they developed these things and distributed them nationwide, it would be several years later. The entire empire was hers, what did she care about benefits?

In the eyes of the ambitious Elder Princess, she was already being quite merciful by not tying up these guys from the Tower of Babel and forcing them to manufacture weapons day and night in the alchemical workshop, instead giving them the freedom to develop, learn, and discuss. How could Hendrik dare to ask for her help under these circumstances?

It could be said that the Tower of Babel had indeed struggled in the past three years, but now...

"The production of telecrystals can be promoted. I will ask Mr. Parla to bring some people from the Alchemy Association. As for the materials, I will have someone contact the large adventurer guilds in the West. They have wide connections and have hoarded a lot of good stuff."

"As for how to do it and how long it will take, I won't interfere," Ansel said to the increasingly excited Hendrik, "Take your time, Hendrik. There's plenty of time."

"Thank you... thank you for your kindness, your help, Lord Ansel!"

Hendrik bowed deeply to Ansel, the dignity of a fifth-stag extraordinary being seeming insignificant at this moment. But Hendrik didn't feel the slightest bit unnatural about this "submission". Was it a loss of dignity? He felt he had received the greatest respect!

Hendrik vowed in his heart that he would not allow any voices opposing Ansel within the Tower of Babel, although he also felt that such voices were unlikely to arise.

"There are a few more important alchemical workshops to visit next. Lord... I'm sorry! I didn't realize it's been so long. Please rest for a while, Lord Ansel."

Hendrik, who had been full of enthusiasm and wanted to continue showing Ansel more important alchemical workshops in the Tower of Babel, suddenly realized that he had been walking non-stop with Ansel in the Tower of Babel for three hours. Although Ansel certainly wouldn't be tired, Hendrik didn't want to appear too eager in front of him and leave a bad impression.

Ansel didn't refuse. He followed Hendrik to the rest room, and casually asked, "What about Ravenna? Is she busy?"

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