Chapter 213: Capturing the Swamp
When the Chairman saw Ambrose's Golden Throne, his eye blinked.
He had never seen such a thing before, but he could immediately tell it was no ordinary artifact. Sitting upon the throne, Ambrose seemed like an entirely different person who radiated an overwhelming pressure.
"No wonder you claim to be able to cast Terraform. Where did this artifact come from?" the Chairman asked curiously.
He considered himself well-traveled and knowledgeable; he could name nearly every famous artifact in the world. Yet this one was completely unfamiliar to him.
Ambrose answered casually, "A little benefit from the God of Alchemy. Otherwise, why would I agree to his deal?"
"Your deal being to exile me?" the Chairman said with a cold laugh.
Ambrose smiled. "But here I am looking for you, aren't I? I tricked the God of Alchemy."
Whether that statement was true or false was impossible to tell. At this point, the Chairman had no interest in settling old scores. A wise business partner did not cling to the past—the best choice, when profit was involved, was to forgive and forget.
Meanwhile, the ruins of Alkhemia continued to shrink as they were converted into raw magical power. Ambrose felt almost bloated from the torrent of energy.