Chapter 125: Smuggling a fugitive is okay as long as you’re the Lord
I thought Natha was exaggerating, but the elf really came...in a package.
It happened on a nice afternoon four days after Natha told me the news. I had been spending my days on the eighth floor since then--except in the afternoon when I had to resume my lesson with Eruha. Knowing that the elf inventor would be here, I continued my neglected work on the gun--or rather, on the bullet--while familiarizing myself with the place.
I had no idea what Natha wanted to do with this floor initially, but it seemed like it had everything. There was a meeting/planning room, an alchemy room, a mechanic room, a smithy, an enchantment chamber, a small library, storage, and even a living area that consisted of a bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen/dining area that we could also use to rest and have a little lunch break in.
Anyway, I had no idea how to utilize those rooms for now, and all I had been doing was trying to extract mana from a mana stone, purified it through my system, and put it inside one of the bullet casings that was left.
The advantage of having dedicated research rooms was safety. Like Malta told me, all research chambers were put in one building for this reason. It was because the whole building was protected with a barrier formation that would contain accidental damage like an explosion. So I could safely put the bullet in the enchantment table and ushered the shaped, purified mana into the bullet from afar. And if things went wrong and it exploded, well...the the room wouldn’t get destroyed, at least.
Fortunately, it didn’t explode.
So now I had one bullet fully filled with purified mana. There was another empty casing left, but I decided not to fill it, because I still hadn’t tested the filled bullet. If it turned out to be a dud, I wouldn’t have any casing left for further experiments. Hence, I left the last one empty for now.
On that subject, I felt like I knew what I wanted to ask the elf first.
I was in the middle of trying to reassemble the revolver that I previously butchered back--while wondering what sort of formation I could use to improve or at least fix this stuff--when Natha came to visit me one beautiful, albeit rather cold, afternoon.
And he didn’t come alone.
Natha came with Heraz, and one other unfamiliar demon who I presumed was a member of the pale demon’s secret squad. They were carrying what looked like a footlocker--or a crate filled with magical ingredients, from the label slapped on top of it.