"Be careful not to let Mr. Ande see this, or you'll be in trouble."
Startled, Fang Hong quickly turned around to check.
The noble lady then smiled slightly, blinking: "And I'm not that fragile."
Indeed, she wasn't that fragile—
Fang Hong wanted to show off too, picking up a crate in each hand and chasing after. But not far out, he took a big tumble. After all, an alchemist's physique is still somewhat lacking compared to a gunslinger's.
Reluctantly, he was forced to summon his Walker.
Phales Copper Bay placed his luggage on the back of the carriage, jumped up, and watched the two walk into the snowstorm before turning around to ask, "Your student?"
The old man Fang Hong imagined to be inside the house was actually sitting inside the carriage, looking through the frost-covered window at the disappearing figures of Fang Hong and Hilveld, noncommittally: "More or less."
"What kind of answer is 'more or less'?"
"'More or less' is just 'more or less.'"
