Chapter 53: Ambrose the Cautious
Alkhemia moved with remarkable speed. In less than a day, every formula and schematic Ambrose had demanded was prepared and delivered to him in full.
Gustavo Flynn understood Ambrose's capabilities all too well, so he made no attempt to tamper with the materials. In that regard, at least, his sincerity was unmistakable.
Along with the delivery, Flynn brought news.
The Knights Penitent had already dispatched an envoy. In three days, they would formally arrive at Alkhemia. Given how long the usual diplomatic song and dance took, Ambrose would have at most five days left. By then, the Knights Penitent would have obtained intelligence on Allen Watson.
Ambrose sat in his laboratory for several hours, skimming through all the schematics and documents, then covering parchment after parchment with rough drafts.
Fortunately, liches neither ate, drank, nor attended to bodily needs. Not a single moment had to be wasted.
Staring at the mountain of drafts before him, Ambrose frowned. "Five days… that's a bit tight. Let's hope Isabel doesn't disappoint me."
With that, he gathered a pile of items and went to find Isabel, who was in the middle of brewing potions.
"Put everything down," Ambrose said.