บท 181: No Worse Timing -I

The grandeur and prosperity of the imperial capital are beyond the power of words to capture.

Under the radiant might of the emperor, the magnificence of this city. Ephesande, especially before she entered her twilight years, would occasionally bestow miracles upon this city of Celestial that even extraordinary beings would tremble before, as if it were a true deity. Or… perhaps it could be said that every emperor has such behaviors or even preferences.

In this great city standing in the heart of the empire, the Alchemy Association undoubtedly holds a high status.

Although when Ansel stepped into the solemn gate engraved with complex mystical patterns, the alchemists swarmed like madmen, however under normal circumstances, those active within the association would not give any extra attention to others who entered.