Inside the laboratory at the lord's manor, magical lamps lit everything as brightly as daylight.
Veylin looked around. The craftsmen and Alchemists were currently using spells to excavate the mountainside, so equipment and materials purchased at great expense from the Golden Sail Merchant Guild were temporarily piled up in the manor.
Master Valerius wore a pair of glasses as he admired the brass-and-crystal microscope Veylin had commissioned.
Veylin walked over to him, his gaze settling on the old man.
[Valerius Sorin] [Level: Level 5 Alchemist] [Bloodline: Artisan's Hand (Bronze tier) 75%, mixed bloodlines 25%] [Abilities: Alchemical amplification, material analysis, potion mastery...] [Overall assessment: An experienced Alchemist who closely integrates theory and practice. His bloodline potential has nearly reached its limit.]
A level 5 Alchemist was already a mainstay in a small country like the Haiti Duchy.
"Master, I think we can begin our first lesson," Veylin said.
"Oh, of course!" Valerius immediately set aside his absorbed expression and resumed his scholarly demeanor.
"How much did you know about 'classes' and 'the supernatural' before this?"
"Almost nothing, Master. My bloodline awakened rather late, so I never received an introduction to supernatural knowledge." Veylin spoke without concern about his less-than-glorious past.
Valerius was not particularly surprised. History was full of late bloomers; how early someone set foot on the supernatural path mattered little.
He cleared his throat. "Veylin, since you have decided to follow the path of an Alchemist, you must first understand what a 'class' is."
"I'm all ears."
"Bloodlines are the sparks the gods bestowed upon mortals." The old man paced as he spoke. "And 'classes' are the methods and systems we mortals use to control and wield those sparks."
Veylin immediately grasped the key point. "A system for harnessing energy?"
"Exactly! An incisive summary!" Valerius nodded approvingly.