ushernet Act 2: World Beyond - Chapter 436: Purchasing An Elixir
Act 2: World Beyond - Chapter 436: Purchasing An Elixir
Act 2: World Beyond - Chapter 436: Purchasing An Elixir
After Oscar was led into a grand room with a soft, clean sofa under the glittering light of glass chandeliers adorned by immaculate glass birds, the receptionist told him to wait for the next available officer. Minutes later, a well-dressed person entered the room, a stern expression betraying the few wrinkles along his brow, emanating the power of a Greater Knight Exalt.R/ê/Ad lateSt ch/a/pters at e. I understand you wish to purchase a grade-four Supreme Healing elixir. May I know the name of the valued customer?" The officer was dressed in fine blue fabric, woven to fit his figure, buttoned up to the collar, giving Oscar the impression of a scholar. A fine black belt secured the man's waist as the rest of his robes flowed freely to the ground.
"I am Oscar Terr." Oscar nodded.
"Welcome, Mr. Terr, to the Convecia Alchemist Guild. I am Gabriel Aldere. To get you a fair price and priority for the two elixirs, especially the grade four, I suggest you upgrade your membership to gold. But platinum would be best if you could afford it." Gabriel never moved from his fine posture, his back like a spear stabbing straight to the sky.
Without a word, Oscar took out his second space pocket and poured out several grade-three ores and herbs. Seeing no reaction from Gabriel, he held in his scoff and placed more on the crystal table. Finally, Gabriel twitched in his seat.
"That is enough to take you to gold membership. But not enough for platinum." Gabriel carefully appraised each item Oscar put out with a faint nod of approval.
Oscar leaned in closer and said in a low whisper, "What if I can provide a key ingredient for the grade-four Supreme Healing and extra for elevating my status to platinum membership."
"Well...that sounds like a good deal." Gabriel's eyes gleamed with interest. "Show me."
Oscar took out a small vial of golden sap. He had separated the glob he received from Hons in the leaf wrapping into multiple vials for this occasion. Bringing out too much at once sounded like a disaster waiting to happen.
"The Wildersap? Grade-four? Where did you get this?" Gabriel's face finally fell into shock, losing the previous prestige and professional look. "This is a rare material, only found in the Lands of Zeret. A human can not simply walk in a get...." His eyes focused and narrowed on Erden, his lips parting like a fish. "Did your beast procure this for you?"
"How I got it does not concern you, does it? I want to know what this vial can do for me. Can it get me a platinum membership?" Oscar didn't correct Gabriel's misunderstanding—the fewer who knew about his Blood Transmutation, the better. It worked out perfectly for him to have an explanation for this sap being in his possession, even if it was a false one.
"This vial can get you the platinum membership and more points to work toward the orichalcum membership. However, it might be cheaper to offer this as material for the elixir with your gold discount."
'My only option is to become a certified three-star fabricator and get the support of the Fabricator Guild.' He needed backing in this city until his departure to avoid any unforeseen troubles. Avril, with her backing from the Alchemist Guild, would not be enough. His feet moved briskly, passing through the crowd until he came upon a building of iron, smoke rising from its large silo.
Inside the Fabricator Guild Branch, Oscar inhaled the dry, hot air full of the smell of coals and burning metal, sighing in satisfaction. Since Avril needed a few days to finish her exam, he had time to waste. Oscar approached the scruffy-breaded man sleeping on the stone block they called a desk.
"Excuse me. May I take the three-star fabricator examination?" Oscar placed his two-star badge on the stone, but the scruffy-bearded man didn't wake. Annoyed, Oscar flicked his Ein onto the man's forehead, snapping him awake from the pain.
"Ah? What the? Who interrupts my nap?" He exclaimed.
"Sir. May I take the three-star fabricator examination?" Oscar said in a rough tone.
"Is that all you need? Fine. Fine. Go to workshop four and wait for your examiner. Now leave me be. I was just having a good dream." The scruffy-bearded man waved Oscar away and rested on his arms, fast snores resounding in Oscar's ear.
"Thank you. I guess?" Oscar chuckled and navigated with Erden down a large hallway of bronze. He wandered around, passing by other fabricators with a greeting and eyeing the large furnaces of roaring flames. Workshop four appeared as a door to the right hallway. Entering it, Oscar put on his fabricator uniform, all fixed up, and took out his hammer. Seconds and minutes flew by. Oscar grew frustrated, venting through the breathing tubes.
'Where is the examiner?' As he thought that, the door to the workshop flung open, and the same scruffy-bearded man yawned on his way inside. The bastard had been sleeping the whole time. He nearly burst a vein from looking at the lazy old man but held his rage from showing. Reminding himself of the reasons he needed to pass, Oscar stood up and bowed, "I greet the examiner."
"Ah, yes. Here are the materials. You may start. I will grade you from start to finish." The scruffy-bearded man chortled and sat on a stool near the corner, leaning his head back and already snoring.
'Hold it in. Hold it in.' Oscar shook his head and changed his view. Fresh new materials, a roaring furnace, and a large anvil full of sentiments awaited him. Oscar smiled, retreating to his happy place, and picked up an ore.
"Let's begin!"