After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World

Chapter 1250 - 1250: Alchemy Wing

On the other hand, when the party ended, Althea and Garan approached Hoffen. "Master…" she said. "I can guide you around…"

"Nono, don't waste your time on useless things," he said, dismissively shooing her away. "Go study the skill scroll I sent you."

Althea held back a chuckle. As expected from an obsessive alchemist. "Ah, yes…"

However, as his new apprentice, how could she really just let him be when he was on her turf?

"Master, what about your accommodation?" She asked. She felt guilty letting him stay with the Golds when, technically, he was her half-parent now. "I can book you in our Grand Hotel for an indefinite stay…"

"Hmn, I think I did hear a few people mention that," he said. "Go do what you want," he said, but then he paused, looking at her.

"Do you have a laboratory at home?"

She thought about it and remembered his house was practically a giant lab. Would he want something like that again?

"Well, yes…" she mumbled after a moment. She wondered if she should get the Master live with her, but she went against it in the end.

If they did live together, it was estimated she'd have little time for anything else.

The best she could do, for now, was to book him in the hotel and then reserve him a house in the next developments.

She reserved a house for him in the new mountain villa development. The houses themselves were still custom buildings (though with very heavy customization), though the one master would get had extra very sturdy and reinforced walls fitting for the Master's explosive experiments.

If he still wanted to use his own lab when he saw Alterra's of course.

Speaking of this—

"We have a much bigger laboratory here, as it served the entire territory," she said with a smile. "Would you like to see?"

…

Now that both of them had taken their oaths, Althea had few reservations about what areas of the Re

At this time, a team seemed to be working on something. Some were working in their cubicle while some would go out with pieces of paper. "Help me out here!" he yelled, and those available would look over his shoulders.

Sometimes, they'd drag someone peacefully into his cubicle because apparently the subject was their specialty or something.

They watched as the person asking was enlightened after a couple of minutes, running back to his cubicle after thanking his companions.

Hoffen had worked for more than a hundred years, and he hadn't quite appreciated cooperative work—at least not until today.

His lips twitched, his heart feeling quite alive.

"Ah, so… Alchemy Wing, indeed."