Me! The Strongest Alchemist!

After the group of rich young masters went to look for the gendarmerie, in less than ten minutes, a young man in blue robes led a group of fully armed soldiers towards Mas.

As for Mas?

He was still standing at the same spot, slowly eating his dry food and drinking his wine. He did not look like a person who had committed a crime at all.

"Sir, it's him. He's the one who attacked Prince Charles!"

The leading aristocrat in blue pointed at Mas, who was resting with his eyes closed. After all, the shock that the legendary alchemical creature had given him was still fresh in his mind.

Ten minutes ago, Modi was leading his subordinates to collect protection fees. He was in a good mood as the civilians had paid more protection fees than last month. At the thought of this, he even thought about which lady to look for at the brothel tonight.

Just as he was dreaming in high spirits, a nightmare shattered his daydream. Prince Charles had been heavily injured in the capital city. In other words, it was his fault as a patrol officer of the capital city!

At the thought of this, Modi's soul was about to fly out of his body. If the noble prince was attacked, he would be doomed.

Under the guidance of the youth, Modi brought a group of subordinates to the scene of the crime. Seeing that the instigator was still eating happily, Modi could not help but be furious.

"How dare you! Take down this thug who attacked the Prince!"

After Modi gave the order, the subordinates behind him slowly stepped forward and surrounded Mas.

But for these reckless people, Mas even planned to resist.

He was waiting for Harold to make a move.

There were only two outcomes to this matter.

One: Harold was on his side and would prioritize benefits.

Two: Harold was biased towards kinship and wanted Mas to make compensation.

No matter what the final outcome was, it did not have much of an effect on him.

Mas could also take this opportunity to see Harold's character.

Just as Captain Modi led the team to surround Mas, Belek and Harold, who were standing in the crowd, could no longer stand it.

They shouted at the same time, "Stop!"

The two of them looked towards the source of the voice and saw each other.

When Belek saw that it was Harold, he hurriedly bowed and shouted, "Your Majesty!"

"Yes, I was in the mood today and specially disguised myself as a commoner to patrol the Storm Capital. I didn't expect that there would be scum like Charles among Pine's people. It's really a shame for Pine! It was all thanks to the help of this distinguished guest Dyson that my people are not further harmed! Also, why are you still standing there? Hurry and retreat! "

Seeing the sudden appearance of His Majesty, Emperor Harold, the members of the gendarmerie were all stunned. As individuals who usually bullied civilians, how could they have ever seen an aristocrat like His Majesty? For a moment, they actually forgot the task they were carrying out and stood rooted to the ground, looking at Emperor Harold.

While everyone was surprised by Harold's appearance, only Mas was surprised by what he said.

'I'm afraid that this Harold did not happen to patrol here. Instead, he had been standing by the side watching the show. At the end, when the gendarmerie came, he wanted to help so that I, as Mas' disciple, would get a good impression of him.'

"For profit, he is even willing to sacrifice his immediate family. Is this the aristocrat of this world? How hideous…"

It had to be said that Mas really did not like Harold's way of doing things. This mentality of placing benefits above all else even made Mas think that he was dealing with a robot.

However, the most that he had ever had with Harold was a relationship of interest.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty! We didn't know that Lord Dyson is your guest! Spare us, Your Majesty! "

Meanwhile, Belek, Harold, and Mas, who had long known the truth, watched the farce quietly. They did not say a word because they knew that the outcome had been decided long ago.

"Brother Dyson, forgive me for being late. I nearly caused a righteous person like you to suffer injustice. It's been a long time since we last met. Are you interested in the Alchemy Auction held in the capital today, brother Dyson? "

Harold looked at Mas and smiled kindly.

"Your Majesty, don't worry. They're just a few small characters. They can't threaten me. As you said, I'm representing my master to participate in the Alchemy Auction today. My master hopes that I can bring some high-grade alchemy items back to the Alchemy Tower from the auction."

Seeing Harold like this, Mas decided to play along.

"It's really tough on you. How about this, Belek? No matter how precious the alchemy items Brother Dyson buys today, they will be reimbursed by the Imperial Chamber of Commerce of the Storm Empire!"

"That would be my honor, Your Majesty!" Belek said respectfully.

Then, Harold returned to the palace alone.

Looking at Harold who was walking further and further away, Belek finally heaved a sigh of relief. He dragged his fat body around. After confirming that there was no one else, he carefully leaned into Dyson's ear and said, "Brother Dyson, you don't know that when you attacked Prince Charles just now, I was almost scared to death. Fortunately, I discovered His Majesty Harold hidden in the crowd, so I didn't stand out. Even if I'm on your side, if I make my stand clear to His Majesty, I'm afraid the outcome will not end up well. I hope you can understand."

As he spoke, Belek bent down and bowed to Mas.

"It's alright. I've long discovered His Majesty Harold hidden in the crowd. Regarding the outcome of this matter, you and I have already expected it, right?"

"Instead of you worrying about these dispensable things, President Belek, why don't you explain the highlight of tonight's auction to me?"

Mas said with a smile, as if he did not care about this matter at all. However, only he knew the truth.

"It's like this, brother Dyson. The highlights of tonight's show are two Level 7 rare alchemy ores and a Level 3 rare alchemy item. They're basically priceless, but even I don't know what they are."

Belek shook his head at Mas as he spoke.

Mas could understand this situation. After all, Belek did not host the Alchemy Auction himself, so it was understandable.