Chapitre 125: Smuggling a fugitive is okay as long as you’re the Lord

I thought Natha was exaggerating, but the elf really came...in a package.

It happened on a nice afternoon four days after Natha told me the news. I had been spending my days on the eighth floor since then--except in the afternoon when I had to resume my lesson with Eruha. Knowing that the elf inventor would be here, I continued my neglected work on the gun--or rather, on the bullet--while familiarizing myself with the place. 

I had no idea what Natha wanted to do with this floor initially, but it seemed like it had everything. There was a meeting/planning room, an alchemy room, a mechanic room, a smithy, an enchantment chamber, a small library, storage, and even a living area that consisted of a bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen/dining area that we could also use to rest and have a little lunch break in.