Ah Fu set down the last piece of lab equipment, turning without a single wasted motion.
It walked to Allen's side and reported in a deep voice, "Sir, your schedule indicates that you need to go to the finance office on the first floor of the Black Tower of the Forge this afternoon to pay a fee, and then handle the expansion of the Learning Mutual Aid Group."
Allen was flipping through the basic information on the Ironthorn Clan that Draven had sent over.
He stood up. Ah Fu was one step ahead, having already retrieved his black Advanced Apprentice Robe and opened the door for him.
"Don't touch my notes or textbooks until I get back," Allen instructed.
"As you command, Sir."
The finance office on the first floor of the Black Tower of the Forge looked as lifeless as ever.
The bald, middle-aged man named Barton Thorn was still slumped over in his usual spot, dozing. He hadn't moved since the last time Allen had seen him.
