The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor

Nash's eyes widened as he questioned Fane.

For a moment, Fane did not know what to say. He assumed that no one would bother talking to him, seeing as he was the only odd one out with his odd behavior, yet Nash actually approached him first and asked him a question.

Fane frowned. He did not want to have anything to do with Nash, but alas, Nash's question attracted quite a few gazes. Practically all of the alchemists from Hestia next to Fane turned to look at him curiously. Some of them began to approach him with questions, too.

"That's true. Are you not scared? You're just a sixthgrade alchemist. Just five thousand pill runes should be difficult enough for you, let alone with nine hundred and eighty-three pill runes within. Are you not worried at all? Do you think you'll be able to condense those ancient pill runes?"

"Surely you don't think five days is a lot of time? Do you think that you'll be able to condense nine hundred and eighty-three ancient pill runes in five days, and reach fifty percent refinement?"

"To be honest with you, I don't know what's going on in that head of yours. Even us seventh-grade alchemists feel like this round is much harder. We don't even know if we'll be able to refine the Purple

Sun Pill in the end.

"You don't seem like you care at all. You don't seem worried about the bet you made earlier. Is one million spirit crystals not important to you at all?" "He's probably in his ignorant little world. Anyone who knows a thing or two won't be so confused!"

Nash looked at Fane with a serious expression, trying to see something from Fane's expression. After all, Fane had heard everything, and Nash wanted to see past his expressions. Would Fane still be as composed after he had heard the truth?

After observing him for a while, Nash noticed with some shock that Fane's expression did not change at all. It seemed like Fane really did not care, and really was incredibly confident in himself.

Nash frowned. Minutes later, he chuckled and said, "I think I overestimated you. I thought that you had some other reason for doing anything, but this whole time, you've been acting like an idiot.

"You might not actually have any other reasons.

You're just so confident in yourself thanks to your ignorance! You just don't know how things are."NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Nash then turned, no longer bothering with Fane. The other alchemists, too, looked away as they agreed with Nash's words.

Everyone believed that Fane was just ill in the head and did not know common sense. Only people like that would be able to act nonchalant in the face of

such a difficult challenge.

Even they did not know if they would be able to successfully refine the Purple Sun Pill!

He was just a sixth-grade alchemist, yet he was barely perturbed that it seemed like he was an incredible talent. After going through vigorous discussions, the crowd slowly quieted down.

After all, no matter what they said, they could never change the contents of the task.

Some of the alchemists had already accepted their fate as they paced around in concern. They noticed that all of the furnaces were exactly the same, both from the looks and the age. They casually picked out a furnace and decided against wasting any more time.

One individual planned on refining the Purple Sun Pill right away. He had just walked close to a furnace when the surrounding three feet around him were suddenly covered by a barrier, covering him in a flash.