The Hunt

"Over here!"

The Fictional Demon had occupied the Azure Sky Whale for a month.

Wars across the land had largely entered their final stages.

Most clergy had no choice but to hide among the crowds or in remote, uninhabited places, avoiding members of the Fictional Protocol and the public.

That was right. After a month, ordinary people had joined the war as well.

As long as they found traces of a clergyman, they could trade that information for corresponding benefits—whether money or conveniences such as academy admission slots.

It was also during this process that the profession of Alchemist was vigorously promoted.

The Church and others had strictly restricted the spread of alchemy because Alchemists were inconvenient to bind through faith.

But Naimus himself placed no restrictions on alchemy. Among the supernatural professions capable of advancing productive capacity, he believed alchemy unquestionably ranked first.

If sealing arts possessed infinite multipliers for certain individuals, then alchemy possessed infinite multipliers for certain things.

Alchemy was remarkably useful. From changes in the cosmos and the circulation of all things' power to plant growth, changes in rainfall, and livestock production, it could be applied everywhere.

After all, alchemy existed to understand every phenomenon in the universe, then use the principle of as above, so below; as below, so above, to bring all things into harmonious unity.

In essence, alchemy was the compilation of an instruction manual for the rules by which the world operated.

If one understood alchemy, then even without spiritual power, unable to guide power through rituals, one could still live very comfortably in this world.

So Becky had nearly worked himself to death over the past month.

Naimus had previously told him to train more apprentices. Now that the opportunity had arrived, all those apprentices had to be sent out to