Mr. Goward looked thoughtfully through the office window as the young mage apprentice entered the police car, sitting on the back with her husband.
"Interesting girl," he said thoughtfully. "I wonder why they had to send her here. Have you found about her?"
"Yes, sir," Mr. Goward's secretary replied. "She came here through the Floyd Fund program. Came here to repay her debt, six years of service as an alchemist. She was also the one who wrote you that letter, remember? About building that factory."
"An alchemist?" Mr. Goward asked, turning around to look at the young man. The police car had left the parking lot by now. "But I thought she was a mage. And I do remember that letter. Interesting."
When he heard about the auction, he was immediately interested in knowing who wanted to buy t
