Rebirth : The Alchemist's Path

Chapter 68: The Arrival of the Elf and Dwarf Tribes Part 3

Meanwhile, a familiar face arrived at Sylvus' shop.

It was none other than Kony-Lace, the former Eighth-Rank Elixir Master who once sought to become Sylvus' apprentice.

"Lace? What brings you here? Out of elixirs?" Sylvus asked, his eyes lighting up as he recognized him.

He clearly remembered that Lace was a billionaire worth hundreds of billions. Back then, Lace had purchased three Ninth-Rank elixirs for a mere 15 billion magic crystals. After that, he had disappeared without a trace, but today, he finally returned.

"Master, I came today specifically to thank you. Last night, I successfully created a Ninth-Rank potion." Lace said with excitement as he looked at Sylvus.

Ever since he had bought those elixirs from Sylvus' shop, Lace went back home and devoted himself entirely to potion-making. He realized that his abilities had greatly improved. The parts of the process that had once seemed complicated and obscure now became crystal clear. After consuming all three elixirs, his skills reached an entirely new level.

Just last night, he had successfully crafted a Ninth-Rank potion, and it was of moderate quality.

That was why Lace came to Sylvus' shop today, eager to express his gratitude. If it weren't for the elixirs Sylvus had sold him, Lace believed he would never have become a Ninth-Rank Potion Master in his lifetime.

"What? Lace has become a Ninth-Rank Potion Master? There are only three Ninth-Rank Potion Masters in our entire race, and now there's another one?"

"From what Lace said, it seems like the elixirs from Sylvus' shop helped him reach that level. Are Sylvus' elixirs really that powerful?"

"Brother, this is my fifth time coming here to buy elixirs. Do you know what my level was before? I was just a Three-Star Mage. Now, I've already reached the One-Star Archmage level, and it only took me less than five days."

As Lace spoke, the crowd waiting in line to buy elixirs gasped in astonishment. If they had only thought that Sylvus' elixirs were effective before, Lace now served as the perfect advertisement.

Even a potion master needed elixirs to improve their level. Why would anyone still bother buying potions?

"No need to thank me. I just sold you the elixirs. Everything else was a result of your hard work," Sylvus said with a smile.

Elixirs were merely an aid. If Lace hadn't had the determination to become a Ninth-Rank Potion Master, even the best elixirs wouldn't have made it possible.

"Master, actually, aside from thanking you, I have another request: I would like to ask you once again to take me as your apprentice."

"..."

Lace spoke, and to the shock of everyone present, he dropped to his knees in front of Sylvus and bowed deeply.

"Master, please accept me as your disciple."

The sight caused the crowd to collectively gasp. Lace was a Ninth-Rank Potion Master, a status equivalent to a Mage Emperor in this world. And yet, here he was, begging to become Sylvus' student.

However, when the crowd noticed Meylan, who was busy working nearby, they began to understand. A Mage Emperor was working as an assistant for Sylvus, so it wasn't so strange for a Ninth-Rank Potion Master to request apprenticeship.

Sylvus, watching Lace's sudden gesture of reverence, twitched his lips in annoyance.

Is this guy crazy? He's already a Ninth-Rank Potion Master, so why does he still want to become my apprentice?

"You're already a Ninth-Rank Potion Master, so why do you want to become my disciple?" Sylvus asked, confused.

"Master, I used to strive only to become a Ninth-Rank Potion Master. But after reaching that level, I found everything had become meaningless," Lace explained.

The people around them twitched their mouths in disbelief. Was that really something a person should say?

You're standing at the peak of this world; of course, things would feel meaningless!

"And what does that have to do with becoming my disciple?" Sylvus pressed.

"Last night, I kept thinking about the meaning of life, and I realized something: even the Ninth-Rank potions I've made are nothing compared to the three elixirs you sold me," Lace said sincerely.

"So, I want to learn from you how to make elixirs."

In Lace's mind, becoming a Potion Master no longer held any future for him. If even Ninth-Rank potions couldn't compare to the elixirs from Sylvus' shop, then what was the point of making potions anymore?

Sylvus furrowed his brows, surprised by Lace's ambition. Even after becoming a Ninth-Rank Potion Master, Lace was still seeking a more powerful path. Unfortunately, Sylvus wasn't skilled in making elixirs himself.

Just as Sylvus was about to respond, a voice came from outside the alley.

"The Dwarven King is coming. Everyone, clear the way!"

Everyone turned to see seven dwarves entering the shop. Leading them was the Dwarven King Ronald, and among them was Volo.

"Is that the Dwarven King? Why is he here?"

"Did you forget? Two days ago, the boss crippled the Dwarven Prince Mondo and even ate his mount. I bet they're here to cause trouble."

"Cause trouble for the boss? That's a death wish. Can they even be stronger than Heaven's Lightning Tribulation?"

"Don't say anything. Let's just watch. If the boss takes down the Dwarven King, that'll be a real spectacle."

As Ronald entered, the crowd parted, making way. Sylvus squinted his eyes at the approaching figures.

Is this the seven dwarves? If an elven princess showed up right now, it'd be the story of Snow White and the Seven Dwarves.

But in reality, these seven were not weak. The weakest among them was a Platinum Knight, and there was even a Holy Knight present.

"Are you the owner, Sylvus?" Ronald asked, his eyes glancing briefly at Lace kneeling on the ground before focusing on Sylvus.

"That's me. What do you want?" Sylvus asked indifferently. If these people were here to cause trouble, he would not hesitate to deal with them.

"My grandson, Mondo, was the one you crippled, right? Emperor Boone said that the elixirs from your shop could heal him, so we've come here to buy some," Ronald spoke coldly.

Had Mondo's injuries not been critical, Ronald would have attacked Sylvus without hesitation instead of talking.

Sylvus was momentarily taken aback. He had thought they were here to cause trouble, but it turned out they were here to buy elixirs.

"If you're here to buy elixirs, then get in line," Sylvus said casually, waving his hand.

Upon hearing this, everyone in the shop snickered at Ronald and his group. If they were here to fight, they could skip the line. But if they wanted to buy elixirs, they would have to wait just like everyone else.

Ronald frowned. On his way here, he had seen at least 300 people in line. He, the Dwarven King, was supposed to wait in line?

"Young man, I am Volo, the president of the Potion Master's Guild and a Ninth-Rank Potion Master. I've heard your elixirs are extraordinary. May I take a look at them?" Volo stepped forward and asked.