A Second Chance
Six days passed by in a blink of an eye.
Kahn and Albestros had made this mansion of the Leshen as their temporary residence after the day of their visit.
Both of them acted as his caretakers in a sense. Kahn hired professionals to clear out the mansion of all the grime and dirt that accumulated over the years.
And the garden that was full with longrass and unkempt bushes was finally taken care of.
So far, the ruined estate was half renovated. But it was still in an acceptable state for normal living standards.
Kahn did it because this was the only place the dying alchemist had left. So he wanted it to at least be presentable before the leshen passed away.
Inside the master bedroom, Prithvi was in the bed, his countenance had turned like a defeated person. His body looked even more dried up and even his arms and legs had small cracks all over them. Beside him, Albestros was sitting on a chair.