The Vastness of Magical Destiny

Feuerbach? This seemed to be a surname, and Komer’s attention began to focus. Suddenly, he seemed to recall something, "Mr. Feuerbach, I wonder if you have any special relationship with the most famous arsonist in history from over a hundred years ago?"

Machette•Feuerbach, the most infamous arsonist on the Blue Continent, was imprisoned in the notorious Prison of Solitude—the Bash Hell—after he had sexually assaulted several noble women. By some chance, he obtained fire magic materials and created a super Fire Magic tool—the Dragon Flame Wind Column. How exactly he acquired and made this terrifying Fire Magic tool was a mystery, but it was indeed he who manipulated the Dragon Flame Wind Column to engulf the entire Bash Hell in flames, and even the most renowned Shangri-La Castle nearby was reduced to ashes, leading to Duke Malington, who was famed for loving scenery more than Jiangshan, vomiting blood in great amounts and dying without recovery.

"Hehe, I didn’t expect even Lord Komer to know of my ancestor’s great deeds. Machette is my great-grandfather. I am honored to accept your invitation," the man said with a noble’s etiquette, but it came off as sleazy when performed by someone with a goat head.

An offspring of a once promiscuous lunatic and serial arsonist? Komer didn’t know what purpose this so-called alchemist, introduced to him by Karmani, had in mind. Could this man really be a genius in some respects?

"Oh, Mr. Feuerbach, I didn’t expect that in your generation you have already switched professions. Alchemist seems like a more fitting title for you," said Komer insincerely, "It seems, Karman, that you have brought me a friend who is very much looked forward to."

Karmani seemed to pick up on the underlying tone in Komer’s words and hurriedly said, "Lord Komer, Mr. Feuerbach is the greatest alchemist I have ever met. He has a wealth of experience and unique insights into the smelting and refining of Magic Metals. I believe he will be of great help to you if he can serve you."

The man arrogantly raised his head, like a rooster flaunting its plumage, and Feuerbach’s image in Komer’s eyes became even more repugnant. Komer scrutinized the man for quite a while before slowly saying, "Mr. Karmani speaks so highly of Mr. Feuerbach, I wonder if Mr. Feuerbach would indulge my curiosity and share some of the experiences he’s had before coming to Our Caucasus?"

Karmani also sensed an unusual undertone in Komer’s words and became anxious internally. It was true that Feuerbach was a genius, but his bad character was hard to conceal. Karmani was also aware that the man had inherited his great grandfather’s traits; his lust for women was insatiable. In previous employments, he had repeatedly caused troubles; he liked women but lacked the finesse to attract them. Looking at his countenance, it was indeed hard to win over women’s favor. To get a woman, he would either assert himself forcibly or resort to despicable methods, such as using aphrodisiacs or intoxicating perfumes.