Bab 102: Gifts of Gratitude

Upon hearing his father's tone, Arun's brow twitched in annoyance. As a tier four alchemist, he knew his father wouldn't use the word masterpiece to designate trash items. He would be lying if he said he didn't want to obtain the item for his friend, as it was planned.

"Give us the case. We don't want to stay here any longer." Arun said decisively.

"Oh? Did you forget you'll be assigned dorms tomorrow in the academy anyway?" Vikram's voice carried a tone of casual dismissal as he strode to the table, effortlessly replacing the blown-up chair with a fresh one. "What's the point of leaving now?"

As Vikram's words settled upon them, the four youths found his reasoning sound. It was true that they would leave tomorrow anyway, so why not stay one last night?

"Don't waste my time, Arun. You know why I had to do that," Vikram said with a hint of impatience, his smile widening as he reached for the wooden case. "Now come, let's discover my masterpiece.