A contest of might!

When Simon heard the haughty remarks coming from the Alchemist's mouth, his expression became irate. He answered, raising his voice, "What? Edward Morse, who are you? Are you Awrossa City's Alchemist with the highest ranking? Simon let out a big laugh. Unfortunately, his voice did not reverberate because they were performing Private Oxx's outside.

He whispered it softly, but clearly everyone could hear, with a frigid snort.

"In the stupid embers played by a clown!"

Simon laughed uncontrollably again after uttering those words. The man in the theatrical costume struck him as funny. "His all-black attire makes him look more like a magician or medicine man." However, modern Alchemists wouldn't dress in ostentatious Gothic garb like vampires at a carnival," he scoffed.

"Why would the individual claiming to be Alchemist Edward Morse dress like a clown?

Simon's expression changed from one of anger to one of contempt. As chilly as the night air, he snorted.

He was sure that the man in
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