?"This is the 1000 questions room, announced a man who had just entered the circular hall where Ery was engrossed in studying the notes.
Dressed in elaborate robes that bore the intricate insignias signifying him master in apothecary, the middle-aged man held the distinguished rank of 7. His attire, a rich tapestry of deep blues and golden embroidery, hinted at the years of experience and knowledge that adorned him as a seasoned Apothecary master. Alongside him, a younger individual, equally adorned in the symbolic attire of a senior artisan, donned the robe of a rank 6 – a testant to his rank in the alchemical craft.
Curious about Ery's presence in the room, the younger man inquired, "Senior, who is that person? Why is he here?"
Amused by the unexpected visitor, the Apothecary Master approached Ery with a stern inquiry, "This hall is restricted to Apothecary Masters only. Who granted you access?"
Unperturbed by their questioning, Ery shot them a glance of annoyance. "I need more ti; please do not disturb ," he asserted, refocusing on the notes and dismissing their intrusion.
Witnessing such a reaction, the younger man heightened his tone, declaring, "Who are you to speak that way to Master Frainser! Begone!!"
Interrupted once again, Ery felt irritation rising within him. He turned toward the two and retorted, "You say this is for Master Apothecaries only?!" Pointing at the younger man, he continued, "You are not a master aren't you?! Why are you allowed to be here?!"
Growing increasingly irritated, the younger man raised his voice once more, declaring, "I am following my master here! And I am a Senior Artisan! What about you? Are you even an apothecarist?"
Ery, who had just used his artisan badge to access the shop, displayed it to the two, prompting the younger man to laugh mockingly. "Haha, only a Junior Artisan! You dare to speak this way! Now leave!"
Taking a deep sigh, Ery responded, "Alright, but only after I get my pay!"
Hearing this, the two realized that Ery had, in fact, written words on the notes—more than one. Witnessing this, the Master apothecary was visibly shaken. "You!! You are not supposed to write on those!! Such insolence!!"
Enraged, the younger man swiftly called out the guards to apprehend Ery. Realizing that Ery was, in fact, a magus, he summoned several Golden City guards, escalating the commotion and drawing the attention of curious onlookers.
Half a dozen uniford guards, their golden insignias gleaming on polished armor, brandished sharp spears aid at Ery, creating a tense atmosphere in the room.
Ery had no intention of causing trouble in such a respected place, but he also didn't want to suffer a loss. Therefore, he casually cast a spell, trying to erase the notes he had just written. This action, however, only fueled the anger of the younger man. "How dare you!! You are going to ruin it!! Guards, catch him! Put him in prison for destruction of property!"
It was at that mont when an older figure entered the room, an imposing presence draped in the robes of a highly respected and feared Apothecary grandmaster. His arrival halted the commotion like a sudden calm in a storm, and all eyes turned towards him. The grandmaster's gaze, piercing and authoritative, scanned the scene as he demanded, "What is happening here?!"
The arrival of such a formidable figure brought a smug smile to the senior artisan's face. However, much to his shock, the typically cold grandmaster's expression transford into a cheerful smile upon seeing Ery.
"Master Ery!! It is you!! What a pleasant surprise!!"
Caught off guard by the unexpected turn of events, Ery respectfully acknowledged, "Grandmaster Hazard, I am happy to see you too."
The sudden change in atmosphere left the room in stunned silence, with the two apothecaries turning pale as they processed the unexpected encounter.
Grand Master Hazard was the apothecary grandmaster who had been following Ery since his artisan exams and then again at the elven planet; he was fully impressed by Ery's accomplishnts.
"Master Ery, what is happening here? Did these people bother you?" inquired Grandmaster Hazard.
"No… no.. please, Grandmaster, don't call with such a prestigious title," Ery responded, glancing at the pale apothecaries. "I am, after all, just an artisan…"
"What!! You? An artisan?! You have made us all proud winning that Vanyar Apothecary Forum!! Even Grand Maestro Fein Althor praises you. If you are not a master, then no one in this center can be called one!"
The words delivered a swift blow to the two apothecaries, making them even paler. In a hurry, they summoned the guards to leave the hall. The younger artisan tried to quietly leave when Ery called him back, teasingly saying, "Heii.. leaving already?"
The younger magus promptly executed a 90-degree bow, offering a sincere apology. Even his master followed suit. Ery, wearing a satisfied smile, casually asked, "So, can I get my reward now?"
"That... we need ...to check it first" said the apothecary Master.
Realizing what Ery was doing, Grand Master Hazard stepped in and began reading Ery's written solutions on the notes one by one. He nodded and smiled continuously, expressing approval. "Yes... This is a great solution… and this… yes, this is also brilliant."
Ery, while not an expert in all areas of apothecary, had mastered two specific categories; restoration and destruction. The forr focused on healing and body enhancent, while the latter dealt with creating harmful substances.
Among the dozens of apothecary problems, Ery chose five that fell into categories where he wouldn't need costly experints to solve. In just one hour of dedicated work, Ery received a substantial sum of spirit stones.
[9,200,000 spirit stones received].
This windfall promptly resolved his imdiate need to pay for the construction of the moon base.
However, Grand Master Hazard wasn't ready to let Ery leave just yet, insisting on engaging in a conversation with him. Recognizing the opportunity presented, Ery thought, "Might as well ask him to help ."
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