Section 1365: Luck or Misfortune?

"Welcome to your arrival, young Alchemist." A low and hoarse voice came from the mouth of a small elderly woman.

The little old lady was hunchbacked, not even reaching Angel's waist in height. She wore a very fancy dress, her silver hair neatly kept despite its thinness.

Worth mentioning is that her silver hair was secured by a fan-shaped hairpin resembling a peacock's tail. The hairpin was large, almost half the size of her head, and the "peacock feathers" were particularly special—they were colorful nails.

The nails on the hairpin were exactly the same style as those on the old lady's hands.

This little old lady was none other than the owner of the Nail Alchemy House—Nail Granny.

When Angel first came to the Nail Alchemy House to buy materials, he had seen her and felt that this Nail Granny was unfathomable.

Seeing her again today, that feeling had not changed, and had even grown stronger than before.