"When have you ever seen an alchemist that's so strong? All alchemists throw themselves into the art, how could they have time to practice combat?!"
Gent Morales was an alchemist that was raised by the Unbreaking Pavilion. He had quite a lot of pride. The Unbreaking Pavilion was somewhere that cultivated warriors, so alchemists only took up a small percentage.
When they were in the clan, they were respected because of their status as an alchemist. However, the chosen disciples of the Unbreaking Pavilion would never bother showing respect to alchemists of their level. The chosen disciples felt like alchemists were just there to provide a service, and that alchemists were nothing that special.
That was why Gent did not really like warriors that much. Mark Wright was the leader of all the alchemists from the Unbreaking Pavilion for the trip to the Whirling World, and could naturally not let the emotions get the better of him like this.
Mark stared at Gent and said, "Since it's an order from above, we have to obey. You don't have to care if Fane is coming here or anywhere else. We just have to listen to the orders from the higher ups. As long as we see Fane, we have to report his whereabouts. We can't let him have an easy time!"
Gent raised an eyebrow, "Who exactly did Fane offend? Why are we even doing this? They're just issuing orders without explaining anything."
Mark frowned, feeling like Gent was crossing the line a bit. However, Gent really did have some skill, so Mark could not offend Gent too much.
Mark was forced to patiently say, "Only a few people know of the secret behind this."
Gent snorted as he looked at Mark, "I don't know if anyone else knows about it, but I know that you definitely do. I do know why even if you don't tell me.
"Many of our people died in Black Sun City, everyone's already saying that someone called Fane did it. It has to be because of that, right? In my opinion, so what if all of them died? They just didn't have the skills, and were killed. We had so many people, but Fane still escaped. Who's to blame but themselves from being trash?"
Mark angrily berated, "Shut up right now. This is not something you can talk about. No matter what, we just need to follow orders..."
After Mark said that, Gent's lips twitched unhappily, but he did not want to fight against Mark in front of so many people. That would be too mean.
Even though Gent had always do whatever he wanted to, Gent still did not want to cross the line too much.
Mark glanced at Gent in disdain. If Gent had not been so skilled, Mark would not have chosen Gent to be a part of the team back then.
He did not want to bother sparing Gent another look as he turned and continued walking forward. There were twenty alchemists from the Unbreaking Pavilion who arrived at Prosper City. Those twenty alchemists were all excellent alchemists that the Unbreaking Pavilion had spent a lot of resources bringing up.
If not for that order, the twenty of them would have probably already entered the city.
However, the order instructed them to stay out of the city for six days. It was already the third day, so some of them were a little frustrated.
Mark had already walked elsewhere because of how unhappy he was with Gent. Some of the alchemists followed Mark as well. The alchemists of the Unbreaking Pavilion suddenly split into two factions. Those who remained were the ones who were unhappy about the order.
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