Bab 133: Another Origin-flame?

"Oops…" Jason said when he noticed the cracks appearing on the beautiful floor. The receptionist´s face paled within seconds as she saw the humongous-sized anvil landing on the floor, breaking it open.

Not only had her face been drained of all color, but the people around the entrance hall were also alarmed with the sudden appearance of the dark-blue titanic anvil, prompting the guards at the entrance to charge towards Jason, with their weapons unsheathed.

"What happened here!?" The guard who had let Jason through asked seriously, glaring at Jason... Damaging the Artisan towers property was not a fact that could be overlooked and it was obvious that it wasn't an accident.

Scratching the back of his head, Jason roughly explained the situation and the receptionist's face grew even paler if that was even possible. Her legs gave away, thinking about the possibility that she could be fired or even worse.

Her eyes turned wet and tears fell down her cheeks.