Old Peyton’s private laboratory was hidden away in the basement of a residential block within the factory.0

It seemed that this place had originally been used as a storage warehouse for materials, but at some point, Peyton had converted it into his personal workshop.0

Much like his lifestyle, Old Peyton’s laboratory was incredibly messy.0

The air reeked of motor oil, and Sein could not help but wonder—could the old man even live to see three thousand?0

Long-term exposure to such an environment, combined with the erosive effects of heavy metals on the body, would inevitably take its toll on even a Rank Two mage.1

The reason Peyton had been swayed by Sein’s ten thousand magicoins...0