Chapter 226 – Legend of the Sage Alchemist (VIII)

Chapter 226

Legend of the Sage Alchemist (VIII)

He eyed me for a long while, a faint grin hanging on his lips. I’d already tried inspecting him with the Creator’s Eyes, but I’d need 400 points just to take a peek at his status, and considering I’ve got 0, it was a moot point.

“A silver-tongued child,” he said, walking over to the side where a chair suddenly appeared. It was no ordinary chair, I immediately realized; its handrests were lined with a thick layer of soft fur, while a fairly sizeable cushion lay at the seat. Even the back was supported by a supple layer of leather.

Wow.

Look at him casually sit down and toss one leg over the other, like he’s a king.

Well, to be fair, with that chair, I too would be doing the exact same thing.

“Very well, child,” he said. It felt kind of odd, truth be told, being called a ‘child’. I mean, sure, technically to him I may as well be, but I’m a forty-year-old dude who’s already experienced death once. “I am not a dull man by any stretch. As such, speak your terms. No, perhaps it is best that I speak them. Hmm,” he stroked his chin in thought for a moment. “How about this: if you truly manage to cure the young girl without any tricks, I shall reward you with an Eternity Pill.” The old duo next to me gasped in shock, though I remained unperturbed.

Mostly because I didn’t know what it was.

“Unimpressed, huh?” No, seriously, I’d probably be shitting myself if you actually told me what it did. “Very well. I’ll become your personal Alchemist for six months, following you wherever you may go. Mind you–I shall not fight, and if it looks like you are about to die, I will simply leave. However, for the duration of six months, so long as you provide ingredients, I shall concoct any pill under the Heavens that you might like–so long as I’m capable.”

Huh.

All I wanted was some Spirit Stones, dude! Why are you offering yourself into indentured servitude when you could have just offered me a couple of millions of Spirit Stones?!

“Master Lao, is it appropriate–” This time around, he didn’t speak–he merely pressed his fingers together, and the old woman’s lips suddenly closed shut like castle gates.

A fancy trick.

“What say you, child? That should be enough.”

“You will lose,” I said, trying to get him to instead offer stones instead of himself. Look, would it be absolutely balls-to-the-walls amazing to have an alchemist following me around concocting any damn pill I want? Sure.

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The issue, though, is that there’s no way in hell he won’t notice something is off with the kids (and even me) for the whole six months. If he were a nice guy who I know would keep it to himself, fine, no biggie; but no, he’s a major condescending asshole that’d likely sell us out in a heartbeat.