The Amber Sword

TL: Yup, please continue to help me check for spelling errors and what not.

Chapter 10 – Alchemy

Brendel was basking in the warm sun in between two fir trees, when he saw the riders bringing one person —

[Hmm? There’s one whole group of people behind that man.]

The man and his group followed the mercenaries and slid down from a slope and walked towards Brendel. Two of them took the long way and led their horses down the slope. They either wore thick leather armor, or had chain mails on them, and a few of them were bandaged. WIth a painted shield and long sword, they looked like they were mercenaries just like Mano.

They were not far from Brendel, and he could see a gigantic man beside Gaspard, which appeared to be the leader.

[Probably a man from Arreck in the north, or at least he has that lineage from that area.]

That man had an eye-catching crimson beard, a squarish face, and a sword scar across his brow. He wore a shirt with a broad opening in the center, showcasing incredible muscles with apparent striations on them, and his sleeves were folded back to his elbow.

When it was completed, Brendel felt his heart jump once. He had received -1 damage.

He wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead, then picked up the crystals. These crystals were made from spirit energy, and were different from soul gems. If someone tried to absorb the these impure crystals, they would immediately become poisoned and die.

[These things are going to become the most important tools tonight…]

But he did not stop there. He took out 32 teeth and 4 fingers, and a Number 5 potion.

However, after transmuting half of them and around 5 minutes later, Ciel’s voice could be heard. “Who’s there?”

Brendel’s heart jumped. He quickly wiped away the magic circles and kept all ingredients, picked up the Thorn of Light and ran out.

As he walked out of towards the Fir trees, he saw a middle-aged man standing in front of Ciel. He furrowed his brows for a moment, before recalling that he was the man who was knocked onto the carriage’s wheel.

[Why is he here?]

In Brendel’s memory, this man was quite brave as he fought back against Markov’s men, except it was not a wise thing.

But he did not expect the words that came from his lips.

“My lord, are you using Blood Transmutation circles? Please take care of your body—”

Brendel and Ciel’s minds went completely blank.

[How did he know? He stood here for a long time? That’s not possible!] Ciel did not believe that he could not even detect this commoner. The squire was ready to use magic.

But the middle-aged man saw that their puzzled faces and he bowed. “My lord, I have not had the opportunity to thank you for saving me. My name is Tamar”, an alchemist.

“Tamar…? Y-you’re Tamar!?”

Brendel felt the name was familiar at first, but he suddenly recalled the name of Madara’s Grandmaster alchemist who was prominent in the 380th year. His mouth fell open, then carefully observed him. He looked at him carefully to ensure if it was that Tamar, and he definitely appeared to be like him.

[Shit… It’s because of that fucking bastard Markov. Tamar must have been turned into an undead after Madara occupied this place. And his hatred must be due to his son’s death… Shit, that makes fucking sense.]

But Brendel believed he was that person because of his familiarity with alchemy. Tamar was able to see there was a backlash on Brendel and determined the exact alchemy circle, and this was not any alchemist can do.

The Tamar in history was an incredibly powerful undead. Majority of the high level undead was because of him, Mesut and Serylen. The famous ability of Tamar was to convert a corpse directly into a skeleton, which practically doubled Madara’s forces.

[Mother Marsha above, hahaha, looks like it would be pretty difficult for Madara to use that ability.] Brendel beamed when he looked at the human Tamar.

“M-my lord?” His smile frightened Tamar. He had heard dirty rumors about nobles acquiring a ‘different taste’, but he was confused since he was already old. He was a little fretful. (TL: Seriously?)

It was Ciel who had to cough loudly to wake Brendel, who quickly explained: “Are you the Grandmaster alchemist Tamar in Fortress Riedon?”

[Grandmaster Alchemist? But that’s a title reserved for the best, when did I become so famous?] Tamar was confused and quickly shook his head. “My lord, I’m just an unknown alchemist working for some nobles, and I have no successful inventions at all—”

[You’re still unknown? Hahaha, I picked up a great treasure!] Brendel was delighted.