Chapter 113: Search
“What do you mean you can’t find anything?” Deimos’s voice boomed, the entire room shaking.
The idiot in his grip trembled as he was held by the collar, not even daring to blink as the spittle splashed all over his face.
“S-Sir, we’ve searched the settlement inside out. We’ve already interrogated all the registered alchemists too. Nobody knows anything about this Aurora Dew. Or well… at least nothing they’re willing to share.”
Deimos felt his blood freeze at the mere thought of returning to his father empty-handed. Hermes might have given the rest of Remior the impression of an easy-going eccentric, but Deimos knew the truth about the fickle god. If he failed to deliver the elixirs, his father might just beat him to death.
“Look again! Leave no stone unturned! Interrogate everyone from the most senior alchemists to the lowest Red-born trash selling junk food on the streets! Don’t show your ugly mug to me again, unless you have something useful to report!!!” he yelled, tossing him out of the room.
The fool was lucky he still needed him.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Deimos then walked out of the temporary lodging the Guild had so “kindly” bestowed him, eager for some fresh air. At least the mana density was rich here – the only silver lining in a mission too troublesome to be worth it. Walking along the cobblestone road, he breathed the colourful motes in, trying to calm himself down.
A few minutes later, he reached a grand building – one of the largest in the settlement – climbing up its stone steps. Upon seeing him, an attendant in a green robe rushed to greet him, but Deimos just waved him away.
“I know the way.”