Me! The Strongest Alchemist!

The auction finally ended.

As expected, Harold obtained two Legendary Storm Wolves and fiercely humiliated the Wales Family. This greatly tarnished the reputation of the Wales Family.

On the other hand, Mas had obtained a pair of Seven-Colored Stones with excellent quality, along with other treasures. The relationship between the two parties had also become closer. It could be said that it was a happy ending for both parties.

On the other hand, the others who participated in the Alchemy Auction more or less obtained what they wanted. In short, the auction this time was considered to be a success.

If not for what Gilbert had done in the end, this auction would have been perfect.

As Master Mas' disciple, Mas naturally helped send him off.

After everyone left, it was almost dawn the next day.

However, with the physique of a high-grade warrior, he could not sleep for the entire night.

After Mas returned to the Alchemy Tower, he went to the top floor.

On the top floor, Dick was guarding the unconscious assassin.

"Is there a way to wake him, Dick?" Mas asked.

"No problem!" Dick nodded.

After all, Dick was a Legendary Ghost Witch Master who mainly cultivated soul magic. It was not difficult for him to wake up a dead person.

Of course, after being forcefully awakened by Dick, the assassin would probably not even be able to go to the heavenly realm they believed in after he died.

However, Mas did not care. Since the other party was already prepared to assassinate him, Mas would not let him die so easily!

Dick emitted a faint green aura, which seeped out of the assassin's mouth and nose.

After a while, the assassin woke up.

When he woke up and saw Mas and Dick, his expression changed.

He gritted his teeth forcefully and wanted to bite his tongue to kill himself. However, he was stunned because his body gave him an indescribable feeling. He felt as if he was not a physical body.

"Don't even think about killing yourself, brat. In front of Lord Dick, your little tricks are useless." Dick's voice was cold.

Mas looked at the assassin and walked to a chair to sit down. He shouted at the assassin's soul, "You better tell me everything in detail. I have many ways to make you unable to escape after you die!"

When the assassin heard Mas' threat, he laughed disdainfully. "If you have the ability, come on. Men, what's the use of dawdling? I won't say anything no matter what you do to me!"

"Oh, is that true? Dick, teach him a lesson!" Mas looked at the stubborn assassin in front of him and lost his patience. He directly instructed Dick to interrogate him.

Originally, Mas had been kind and wanted to reduce the pain of the dead assassin's soul. Mas did not expect that this person would be so loyal that he did not know how to appreciate favors. In that case, he shall not blame him for being heartless.

At Mas' command, Ghost Witch Dick used a spell to pull the Assassin's soul that was floating in the air.

The Assassin's soul was split into two at times, then covered in green frost. At other times, he was covered by the purplish-black Flames of Hell. The painful flames burned the Assassin's soul.

The feeling of being covered by fire and ice back and forth made the assassin in his soul state want to die and beg for death. After a round of torture, Mas stopped Dick, afraid that Dick would accidentally play with this assassin's soul until it dissipated.

After Dick dispersed his soul magic, the assassin weakly raised his right hand and said shakily, "Sir, please give me a quick death. I'll say anything. Please kill me after I finish speaking!"

"Oh? I thought that you could continue to be so stubborn. I was just planning to refine some alchemy potions to strengthen your soul. Since that's the case, it's not like I can't give you this opportunity. Tell me, who instructed you and your subordinates to assassinate me and the president of the Storm Empire Chamber of Commerce, Belek!"

Upon hearing this, the weak assassin's eyes lit up and he slowly said, "The Alchemist Guild and the Wales Family instructed us to assassinate you and President Belek. As for the rest, I don't know anything. That's all I know. Please let your subordinate give me a quick death, Master Mas."

Upon hearing this, Mas looked at the dissipating soul expressionlessly and shook his head. "Do as he says, Dick. Give him a quick death."

Then, Mas rode the Red Crystal Gargoyle towards the Storm Empire's capital city without looking back. He wanted to tell this news to Harold. He believed that he was very willing to suppress his competitor, the Wales Family.

Mas had just ridden out the window on the Red Crystal Gargoyle when the sound of the assassin's soul being tortured came from the top of the tower. After a shrill scream, there was no more sound.

In the sky, Mas sat on the Red Crystal Gargoyle and looked at the alchemy recording device that was used to interrogate the Assassin's soul. He was thinking if he should teach the Alchemist Guild a lesson.

After all, the feud had already been formed. This group of people had repeatedly tested his bottom line. They were really too much!

As he was thinking on the Red Crystal Gargoyle's back, he accidentally arrived at the entrance of the Storm Empire's capital city.

Mas took the token that Harold had given him and arrived at the main hall of the palace without any obstructions. He told Harold and Rosa about the assassin.

His old face tensed up hideously as though he was about to blow up. He cursed angrily at the servants, "What are you good-for-nothings doing? Sir Mas' beloved disciple and the president of the Empire General Chamber of Commerce were almost assassinated in the capital city. What use do I have for you pieces of trash?!!!"

The ministers below the stage could only lower their heads and kneel on the ground, waiting for Harold to finish speaking before they dared to continue.

Mas knew very well that Harold was pretending for him to see. He wanted to rope in Master Mas' "beloved disciple". Finally, after Mas finished watching Harold's performance, Mage Anthony, who was kneeling on the ground, dissuaded him.

"Your Majesty, calm down. Fortunately, the least ideal outcome didn't happen. It's not too late now. We can send Commander Karl, the royal guards, and the mages to finish the Wales family.

After all, we are the righteous party, right, Your Majesty? "

Hearing this, Harold nodded in agreement. "You're right, Anthony. We do have to give brother Dyson an explanation. The Wales family really doesn't need to exist anymore. As for the Alchemist Guild, to be honest, we can't do anything to them.

Because they are only a branch in the Storm Empire's capital city. As for the Beast Empire, their headquarters are still in the north and the Alchemist Guild is honestly very large-scale. It will be best if brother Dyson and Master Mas don't provoke them! "