Lance also went to the laboratory prepared for Beggby after the meeting.
He saw many complex alchemical tools working nonstop, as the boiling potions churned, releasing strange aromas.
Amidst all this was Beggby, who had not left the lab for who knows how long and appeared somewhat disheveled.
His hair was untidy, he wore a simple cloth mask, and even his lab coat was somewhat stained yellow.
"Although time is tight and tasks are heavy, it shouldn't be this bad, should it?"
Lance's voice surprised the busy Beggby, who could only respond somewhat helplessly.
"They're pressing me hard over there, so it has to be like this. It's not affecting the war on the frontlines, is it?"
"Thanks for your hard work, the war is over. During this time, I should have some free time to help think of ways to improve procedures, and find two talented apprentices for you. We can't waste time here."
