This time, Tristan didn't go home to ask for his parents' opinions. He simply agreed on the spot.
Velin led him to the Golden Sail Commerce Association's secret underground Alchemy Workshop in the Royal Capital.
This workshop was originally built to create higher-grade alchemical products.
Passing through the back room of a shop that sold nautical charts and equipment, Velin pushed open a secret door disguised as a bookshelf.
The stone steps leading down were narrow, and a damp chill crept up from below. A Moonstone emitting a cold light was embedded in the wall every ten paces.
Velin walked in front.
He had changed out of his noble's casual attire and was now wearing a simple linen research coat, his entire being gradually entering a state of concentration.
Tristan followed behind, his gaze sweeping across the workshop.
