Chapter 42: The Throat is Gripped

In the study.

Bictris stood by the desk, checking the two alchemic bags in front of her—these two bags were no longer in the style of cloth bags, one was a black leather briefcase, and the other was a women's one-shoulder bag.

Seeing her students enter from the door, she put down her work and asked:

"Nervous?"

Xia Zhou and An Ruer both nodded.

Bictris handed the two alchemic bags to the students, "These are the supplies I prepared for you, as well as the items you exchanged for here. Check them later."

She snapped her fingers gracefully, "Come with me first."

The three of them left the study and came to the terrace of the tower.

The weather was clear today, a few white clouds floated slowly in the profound night sky, the marketplace of Starry Night City was bustling, countless alchemic lights twinkling, but far from as dazzling as the stars in the sky.