Chapter 34: Advance Remuneration
In the windowless basement, Alger Wilson, who had a rough and profound silhouette, sat next to a long table with various utensils and parchment scrolls. In front of him, a half-burned candle stood. The dim and dim flame illuminated the surrounding items and the surface of the long table, making light and shadow float and cast shadows. Alger's hair was as messy as seaweed, and the color was deep blue and almost black. He was wearing a robe embroidered with lightning patterns. He clasped his hands, thumbs facing each other, and leaned forward to stare at a bottle of pitch-black liquid to the left of the candle. Woo! Woo! Woo! Wow! Wow! Wow! From time to time, the sound of the howling wind came from the sealed bottle, and sometimes the sound of the surging sea was heard. Where the
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