Chandler glanced at Fane when he spoke, and sure enough, there was that dejected expression on Fane's face once more.
Chandler let out a slight laugh as he continued, "The third one has no restrictions when it comes to strength, but it's not something you can do."
Fane frowned, taking a deep breath as he asked," What's the job?"
Chandler slowly said, "An alchemist."
The moment those words were heard, Fane immediately straightened, and there was a strange expression on his face. The hopelessness written on his face earlier seemed to disappear suddenly, and it even looked like he had newfound hope.
Chandler looked at Fane and asked, "Are you an alchemist?"
After saying that, he could not help but move his head backward, pulling away as he looked at Fane properly. He seemed to see something from Fane's body. "What grade are you as an alchemist?"
Fane did not hide the fact as he sincerely nodded. "I'm an alchemist, but I'm only at an entry level. I'm a fifthgrade alchemist."
Chandler nodded slightly. A fifth-grade alchemist
would indeed be at the entry level. The pills he refined would only help those at the acquired level. For stronger warriors, fifth-grade alchemists were useless.
The jump from the fifth to the sixth grade was a great divide. Many alchemists were not able to pass that hurdle. If Fane was a sixth-grade alchemist, then Chandler would have been interested in talking about it in further detail.
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