An Alchemist's Value, and the Existence of Mutants and Inhumans

Aaron spouted nonsense with a perfectly straight face, leaving Madam Gao thoroughly bewildered.

But it was not entirely nonsense, because Gaius's trials would certainly not be peaceful. His current stable life depended entirely on one word: lying low.

A dignified Holy Magus had come to this world and could count the number of times he had used magic on one hand. Just thinking about it was fucking depressing.

"I don't want to get involved in these disasters, much less become part of one.

So I need to prepare for the worst and gather enough intelligence. Perhaps some unnecessary trouble can be avoided in advance."

Madam Gao nodded as if she understood, but she only believed about thirty percent of what Aaron said.

After calming herself somewhat, Madam Gao sat down as well. "We do have intelligence in this regard, but it is one of The Hand's greatest treasures, accumulated over hundreds of years. What can you offer in exchange?"

"Heh!" Aaron shook his head, both annoyed and amused. "Originally, I had intended to build some goodwill with The Hand. We certainly would not become friends, but cooperation might not have been impossible.

But with that remark, you have given up the chance to cooperate. This will only be a transaction."

Madam Gao's heart skipped a beat at those words, and she hastily changed her tone. "Mr. Gaius, this old woman was too presumptuous. I..."

"No need to continue." Aaron cut her off. "A transaction is fine too. After all, I do not want to have any connection with an evil organization like The Hand."

Madam Gao let out a heavy sigh. "Very well. A transaction it is!"

Aaron rubbed the ring on his finger, and a pale golden potion appeared in his hand.

"That ring?" Madam Gao's eyes widened, unable