The Treatment of an Alchemy Master

When Abel walked out of the library, he saw from the second floor that the lobby below was packed with Elves, humans, and Dwarves.

They were all alchemists. In a short time, news of an Alchemy Master's appearance had shaken the entire Holy Continent, and the major Alchemist Guilds that received the news first had each sent representatives.

These representatives would meet the newly promoted Alchemy Master at the earliest opportunity to congratulate him. If they could get the Alchemy Master to visit their Alchemist Guild—even just once—it would be a tremendous success.

After Abel appeared, all eyes focused on him. Nearly every alchemist was astonished by his age. Under their mental power, Abel's Life Force, vigorous as the rising sun, revealed that he was probably extremely young.

Judging even by Elven standards, he could not be over fifty. How could such a young Alchemy Master not shock these alchemists?

All the alchemists in the hall bowed and performed a grand salute.

At that moment, they looked at him as if he were a king—a king among alchemists.

"Honorable Master Bennett, I'm the representative of the Liante City Alchemist Guild. Could I ask you to visit the Liante City Alchemist Guild when you have time? On behalf of all the alchemists in Liante City, I'd like to invite you!" A human alchemist stepped forward and bowed as he spoke.

As soon as he finished, several more human alchemists hurried forward, each introducing himself.

"Honorable Master Bennett, I'm the representative of Moga City of the Dwarf race. Although our fields of alchemy differ, I earnestly ask you to visit the Moga City Alchemist Guild when you have time. The Dwarf race will make all our alchemical materials and records available to you!" A Dwarf alchemist's voice overpowered all the human alchemists.