What Witch? This Alchemist is Breaking Bad!

At the Owl Old Junk Shop, the old shopkeeper was carefully standing on a ladder, placing old books onto the very top shelf of the bookcase.

“Ah—oh.” After finishing, he cautiously moved down from the ladder.

Three fingers on his left hand were fixed with wooden splints and wrapped tightly.

Relying on just the remaining two fingers of his left hand and his right hand, working was inevitably a little cumbersome.

Several days had already passed since Caron had come looking for him, and there had been no contact since.

But the shopkeeper was not anxious.

With Caron’s abilities and methods, he reckoned there was only one possible ending to this matter—it was merely a question of time.

There was no other choice anyway.

If Caron had simply wanted to cut off this supply line, then even if he were truly sent in, he would not easily sell anyone out.