A Box

"Damm!" 

He couldn't help but feel surprised at how ahead of their time those alchemist masters of old were, and he could also understand why others were afraid of them.

The things they created were so good for people at that time that powerful, high-standing guys should have started to feel afraid.

Apollo stopped thinking about that and looked at the pictures that were showing.

He looked and found somebody had entered the store, but the person seemed to be alone and seriously injured. 

The guy seems young, with black hair, a strong jawline, and well-defined facial features. It actually didn't look like he came to do any harm.

"Hello, somebody here, hello."

He quickly yelled to find the owner of the shop and deliver the item his father told him to.

"Master Aragon, are you inside? My father sent me here."