Bad News

Preheat the crucible, wash the test tubes, organize the lab table, and purify the air. Charles had done this procedure countless times and was an expert at it. It was obvious from how many things he had created. He had some weird problems as a musician but his talent in mechanics and alchemy was undeniable. Of course, fooling around like this was risky.

Ye Qingxuan had taken out the needle, removing the fresh and hot Deva’s blood, as Charles was cleaning up. The more he drew the blood, the more unwilling he became.

Deva’s blood was a high quality medium. If this worked, every drop was an essence hundred times more precious than similar material. It was practically liquid gold! And Lola drank all that money like beer. It was a stab to Ye Qingxuan’s heart.