Seeing Ian admit his strength so straightforwardly, without anger or arrogance at having his identity exposed, Elder Musa's face showed even more sincere appreciation.
He laughed heartily, his booming voice growing louder. "Your Excellency, you truly speak plainly! Yes, as you can see, this old man is, by no means, also an alchemist."
"I've spent my whole life tinkering with bottles, jars, pots, pans, bowls, and ladles." He had guessed Ian's purpose, so he knew Ian was interested in something he possessed.
It was also an achievement he took great pride in.
Ian was not surprised that the man was an alchemist. After all, anyone who could become close friends with someone like Master Caleb had to possess remarkable attainments in alchemy.
After all.
Birds of a feather flock together.
Only like-minded people could remain friends for so many years.
"I can tell that you're also an Alchemy Master." Ian offered a little flattery, but Musa waved his hand, his face carrying an almost pure look of obsession.
"Master is too grand a title. Your Excellency, you flatter me."
"All my life, I've had no lofty ambitions. I've simply been devoted to the art of eating. I first studied alchemy only so I could better understand and create delicious food. Others practice alchemy to turn stone into gold or gain immortality. I practice alchemy to make stewed meat softer, soup base richer, and bread more fragrant! Haha, isn't that rather pathetic?"
As he spoke, he even chuckled to himself.
Hearing that, the corner of Ian's eye twitched slightly. He could not help pointing in the direction he had come from, his tone somewhat strange. "So... your ultimate pursuit of fine food is reflected in... using those frozen meats that could practically be called antiques?"
He truly could not connect those