The fight between the general's trainees and silver swallow forces was so intense that even from the servant quarters, the old general and his lieutenant could sense that something was amiss.
"What could that idiot son of mine be doing? Shen-Shen we have to hurry." He said while marching forward, his servant's robes, kissing the ground.
The Alchemist who remained dressed in his normal attire took a good glance at both lieutenant and and general, inwardly grinning.
'These two are the most feared duo in the country, but yet they're here dressing up as servants. I wish I could savor this moment forever.' he teased in his head, fighting back a laugh.
"Now then, are you ready to talk or do we have to resort to other means?" Old Wang general turned around, casting his gaze on the tied up servant boy, no less than seventeen, struggling to escape.
