The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor novel Chapter 1867

"Haha...!" Fane chuckled and explained," I'm here to talk with your fortress master."

"Alright, then. I'll have someone to lead you." As Fane had a horrifying combat power, the people of the Nine Armies respected him. The elder immediately ordered a young person to lead Fane to their fortress master.

As Fane left them, the elder could not help but mumble, 'That's very strange. That guy has been busy training in retreat every day. Why is he suddenly visiting our fortress master? We're building a new pavilion and choosing a new pavilion master. Is this young man here to convince our fortress master and our members to vote for him?"

However, the old man soon shook his head and smiled coldly. "This young man truly is naive to have such thoughts. How could we choose him to be pavilion master instead of our fortress master when we're members of the Nine Armies?”

Fane soon arrived before Fortress Master Whittemore and asked him to have everyone else leave them both in the yard.

"Brother Fane, please just speak straightforwardly with me. I know why you came here even if you hadn’t said anything, just by looking at how cautious you're acting." Fortress Master Whittemore smiled softly.

Fane raised his eyebrows and smiled playfully. "Really? Enlighten me, and see if you made a correct assumption.” "Haha... That's very simple. You came to me with hopes that I and the members of my fortress, who’ve already achieved Fifthgrade ultimate god level, would choose you during the voting process so that you can become our pavilion master, right?" Fortress Master Whittemore smiled coldly before he added, 'To be honest, Brother Fane, you have an impressive high combat power, and you're a strong fighter. Our First Fortress Master might not even be able to defeat you.

“Everybody knows that this election is to choose one person between the two of you, but you should understand that you're not at the soul-penetrating level. On top of that, the First Fortress Master is a member of our Nine Armies, and we've known him for so many years."

Fortress Master Whittemore glanced at Fane before he continued, "Of course, this doesn't mean that we have to choose him.

The main issue is that we won’t be able to explain ourselves should we not choose him, and I fear he'd take it to heart as well.’ "Haha!" Fane suddenly chuckled. "What’s there to be unhappy about? I think there's another reason that you don't want to choose me, and it’s because you don't know my other identity.”

"Another identity? What identity?" Fortress Master Whittemore frowned when he

heard what Fane said and looked at him, bewildered.

"Alchemist," enunciated Fane.

"Alchemist?" The other party was surprised and quickly said, "No wonder... That explains how your fighting prowess increased so quickly. It looks like you're not only an alchemist, but you must be at least a third-grade elementary alchemist, no? Such pills are extremely suitable to be used by people in the ultimate god level. That's really rare-so rare!"

"What if I told you that I'm a third-grade premium alchemist instead of a third-grade elementary alchemist?" Fane's voice was once again heard.