Xiao Jin looked toward the building. Above its entrance hung a plaque bearing several large, flamboyantly written characters.
"Alchemist Trade Fair."
Xiao Jin could not help twitching the corner of his mouth. What a plain and unadorned name.
Since Medusa had sensed something, he naturally would not miss it.
He raised his foot and led the two of them toward the building's entrance, only to be stopped by two guards.
"Sorry, this auction is only open to Alchemists."
Xiao Jin was stunned. He was an Alchemist.
Surely they could not claim he was not an Alchemist just because he did not have an Alchemist badge.
"Well, I'm saying I'm an Alchemist. Do you believe me?"
Neither guard spoke. Their gazes were filled with two unmistakable words: disbelief.
Xiao Jin was helpless as well. Although he was no pushover, he was not the sort of person who flew into a rage for no reason.
Those were simply the rules here. The fact that this Alchemist Trade Fair had stood firm in Saint Pill City for so many years proved that its rules were not aimed at any particular person.
Everyone was treated equally. The same rules applied to all.
If you were an Alchemist, you could enter.
If you were not an Alchemist, you could leave.
There was no question of discrimination.
In the past, Xiao Jin would have simply gone home. After all, the examination for Eighth-Grade Alchemists would be held in the next few days. He could return after completing it.
But the item inside was related to the Heaven-Swallowing Python Bloodline, and he did not dare take that gamble.
What if that item was sold during the few days he spent taking the examination?
Just as Xiao Jin was at his wits' end, Medusa suddenly extended her fair,