Chapter 239 - Alchemy Quests
He still remembered how Leon once told him that a mighty steed was the romance of men.
To most hot-blooded gentlemen, a vehicle always held irresistible charm. Angor was not an exception. But at the same time, he also needed to think about whether a vehicle was necessary.
It was, at least before he could learn any flying spells.
More buildings appeared as he approached the center of the Tree Spirit Garden. There were high-leveled apprentices everywhere. Angor could also sense the prowess of someone suddenly show up now and then.
This was where people usually gathered, which meant there would always be fights and conflicts… as well as someone’s painful screams.
In several minutes, Angor already saw multiple individuals flying past the bus, escaping from something.
People in this violent district all tended to regard everything with indifference. Not long ago, Angor saw a man covered in his own blood reaching out a hand to a passerby for help.
The young man smiled at Angor. “Sorry to barge in. I happened to hear the quest numbers you registered, so I knew you accepted alchemy quests.”
Happened? Not likely.
Angor was sure that this man was nowhere near him just a moment ago. He came straight to this counter after the clerk checked the bone card.
Angor humphed and looked at the clerk who looked away to avoid his gaze.
“Just as I thought then…”
The white-robed man did not mind Angor’s success in finding out his little trick. “Excuse me, sir, are you an alchemist?”
Angor put up his cold expression. “What’s it to do with you?”
The stranger kept his bright smile against Angor’s indifference. “Oh, please don’t be like that. Trust me, I highly respect all alchemists. Maybe I used a small… tactic, to find you. But even if I didn’t, someone else will. Ask this man if you would. Every alchemy quest you accepted had countless people watching from behind.”
The mentioned clerk trembled a little. “He’s right, sir.”
Angor grimaced, “You… gave my information to someone else too?”
The clerk shook his head quickly. “No. Not yet.”
The white-robed man chimed in. “I paid a higher price, so I should be the one receiving the information first. But I think I drew enough attention by speaking to you, which meant they would come to you soon.”
“Just because I accepted alchemy quests?” Angor frowned hard.
“Correct. You probably know how valuable an alchemist is in here. My quest is up there for half a year now, and no one took it. But don’t worry, people who looked for your information, including me, simply wish to establish a friendly connection with you. Most people will not actually do harm.”
“Are you one of the ‘most people’?” Angor asked.
The man was taken aback by the question. Those who meant harm to this kid would never admit it. Now that he looked at Angor closely… he realized he was looking at a really young man at the age of sixteen or so. Someone so young had not succumbed to the darkness of this world. The kid asked such a childish question because he still believed in humanity.
“Of course I am,” replied the man. He then asked, “So, can you listen to my offer, sir?”
“What do you want?”
“The same question. Are you an alchemist, sir?”
Angor considered for a while and nodded.
“Brilliant! I’ll get to the point then. I saw you accepting quests for making tiered alchemy weapons. Are you interested in quest 5428?”