C287 You All Kick First!

The alchemist, working feverishly at the Pill Furnace, was so terrified that he quivered and exclaimed, "Sir, I haven't been slacking off!"

It appeared that the alchemists in this pill shop had been coerced into service, already cowed by the threat of violence.

The leader, an old man clad in black, had blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. A burly man at his side steadied him and said