Boston.
In the basement of the villa, Xu Yi was disassembling the Alchemical Revolver Messiah.
He had to be fully focused; such a complex piece of old alchemical machinery could be nearly impossible to restore if damaged even slightly.
With his current abilities, he seldom needed to use the Messiah, but as it was an "old friend" that had been with him for a long time, he naturally couldn't bear to spoil it.
If it wasn't for the "treasure" he discovered in the Palace of Memory, a design of the Alchemical Revolver Messiah, he wouldn't have taken the risk.
However, he could not quite understand why the design of the Alchemical Revolver Messiah would appear in Japan's Meiji Shrine.
"I've finally finished disassembling it!" Xu Yi heaved a long sigh of relief.
The large table was covered with various parts; Xu Yi placed the core of the revolver in front of him, pried off a crystal stone from it, and examined it closely.