Fane actually claimed that he would become a ninthgrade alchemist in the future. He had lost his mind!
The white-robed man did not even bother to hide his laughter when he heard Fane's bold proclamation. " You should at least think about your words before you try to brag, you brat. A ninth-grade alchemist isn't something you can become just because you said so!"
Fane let out a cold laugh, having foreseen this happening. Their cackles did not affect Fane at all as he pointed at the center of the outer city.
"If you don't believe me, just follow me there. If you have the finances, you can make another deal with me!"
Fane's words confused some of them. Even Mark raised an eyebrow as he looked at Fane warily.
Fane took a deep breath and said, his tone as cold as ice, "I'm giving you one last chance. If you take it back, I won't let you back out without suffering the consequences. No matter what kind of background you have, there'll only be one ending!"
The white-robed man frowned as he sneered, "I'm not one you can scare so easily. I won't just believe anything you said!"
However, there was a trace of guilt in the white-robed man's eyes as he said that. After all, Fane had been
eerily calm the whole time. On top of that, he was not sure where Fane was from. If Fane was from somewhere impressive that he could not afford to offend, he would be done for!
With that thought in mind, he raised his voice and said, "Since you want me to see your skills so much and prove yourself, I'll go with you. I want to see what you can do."
Fane suddenly relaxed at those words.
He turned to look at Mark, who was frowning as he stared at Fane. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he visibly decided against it.
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