"I want a Third-level Alchemist."
The Third-level Alchemist was the highest rank of alchemist listed on the stone tablet. It even bore a special note: Unless you had a rare treasure, please do not ask to hire a Third-level Alchemist, lest you waste a Grand Artificer's time.
Sure enough, the green-robed attendant's expression changed. Staring at Xu Yi, he said, "Have you considered carefully whether the materials in your possession are worthy of hiring a Third-level Grand Alchemist? In addition, our hall has a new rule: anyone wishing to hire a Third-level Grand Alchemist must show proof of assets worth two thousand gold. Otherwise, we will not agree to the request."
At first, the stone tablet in the Alchemy Hall hadn't included a warning to be cautious about hiring a Third-level Alchemist. As a result, every Tom, Dick, and Harry who walked in demanded one. Later, the note was added to the tablet, but plenty of people still sought Third-level Alchemists. It was simply because everyone had a different standard for what counted as a rare treasure, and few believed the materials they had gathered weren't worthy of hiring a Third-level Alchemist. Yet, more often than not, when those materials were brought before one, they turned out to be garbage, wasting the alchemist's time for nothing.
Eventually, the Alchemy Hall began screening clients who wanted to hire a Third-level Alchemist strictly. They had to prove their assets.
At the very least, someone who could produce two thousand gold wouldn't be so blind.
Xu Yi turned the matter over in his mind and quickly understood. Without another word, he took a gold note from his waist pouch and handed it over. After checking it, the green-robed attendant returned the note, his expression now more respectful. He gestured toward the passage on