Dalila Leehan imperceptibly smirked before turned to look at Alchemist Davis. It was like she possessed the face when someone says ‘glad you asked’.
However, she had a strange expression on her face, thinking of teasing him for a moment but knowing that he would be unfazed or shut her down again, she forgot about it and moved her rosy lips, “Not everyone can handle the chaotic sounds during concentrating on their pill concoction. Even I am not an exception.”
Davis simply nodded his head. He was thinking about this and wondered whether he could concoct a pill in this kind of boisterous atmosphere where the crowd was prone to random uproars, and the answer he arrived was a complete no! He hadn’t trained himself to adapt to this kind of turbulence yet.
To say the least, he felt that if he could do such a thing, his willpower would tremendously increase, perhaps finally becoming immune to the opinion of others in a way that won’t affect his decisions! Moreover, not to mention that his alchemy skills would also increase as it’s a given.
“Then how do you think that we can essentially overcome this difficulty?” He questioned with a curious expression on his face.
Dalila Leehan’s eyes flashed, ‘A pill debate? It doesn’t seem like it since it concerns external interferences but nevertheless…’
“I think the answer is really simple but hard to realize…” Dalila Leehan smiled before her rosy lips curved into a mocking expression.
“Street Pill Concoction…”
Davis squinted up his eyes as he heard the term before, even in the Grand Sea Continent.
It was something that was really looked down upon by Alchemists. Even Alchemist Highwood, his Alchemy Teacher in the past, looked down on Street Pill Concoction.
Seeing that Alchemist Davis remained silent, Dalila Leehan explained.
“Usually, Street Pill Concoction was something every alchemist who aspires to be an expert would go through, but this kind of pill making session would be conducted in an environment where the crowd would be monitored and made to remain silent so that the noise doesn’t disturb the alchemists. However, just the numerous judgemental gazes were enough to put enormous pressure on them, but if the crowd were to start making even a bit of noise, the alchemists would really be done for as their concentration would collapse, resulting in the failure of pill condensation!”
“Besides, the higher the pill’s grade, the harder it would be for the alchemists to concoct in front of many people. It would be an unending waste of time and resources as only a few would be able to overcome the distraction that originated from the surroundings!”
“Hence, it became such that they would rather die than concoct in front of a bunch of morons who do not know how to keep their mouths shut!
Davis could feel them as if he were in their shoes. He didn’t want to concoct pills in front of noisy people either as he knew that the chances he would fail in pill concoction would exponentially increase. Nevertheless, he vaguely knew that there was also another reason why Alchemists don’t rely on Street Pill Concoction to temper their anxiety, and just as he expected, Dalila Leehan continued.
“But that alone isn’t the reason why alchemists have stopped enacting Street Pill Concoction. Ever since scammers who posed as alchemists started using it, the authentic alchemists didn’t want to use the method as they were afraid that they might become synonymous with the name scammers. Only established alchemists would try to do this kind of concoction, but there was no need for established alchemists to do so because of their already established reputations.”
“They wouldn’t want their hard-earned reputation destroyed in a single Street Pill Concoction, am I right?” Dalila Leehan raised her brow as she smiled.
Davis couldn’t help but nod his head to Dalila Leehan’s detailed explanation.
Basically, Street Pill Concoction was used by scammers to cheat people into believing that they had concocted a pill right in front of their eyes. It made the clueless people believe that they were expert alchemists!
Real alchemists wouldn’t deign to be subjected to external pressure when concocting pills as that would really cause them to lessen their chances of concocting a pill considerably. They would rather not waste the ingredients by making such a display. Besides, if they ended up failing and kept continuously worsening in front of so many people, it would become an eternal embarrassment in their pursuit of alchemy!
Who knows? It could become a heart demon of its own! The humiliation might never make them advance in the field of Alchemy, so alchemists tend to stay away from it, choosing seclusion as the best venue to create pills!
Davis and the others returned their gaze to the alchemy stage once their conversation ended. It didn’t become awkward but felt as if it were natural as they weren’t close in the first place.
The participants started to enter the pill tents and took a minute each to choose the ingredients before coming out. The time limit was one minute because of the grade of the ingredients were at the Low-Level Sky Grade. It shouldn’t take much time for these alchemists to choose the right matching ingredients, and if they didn’t, then that simply meant that they were not up to par.
It also seemed that the participants were made to enter according to their ranking but in descending order. So after fifty-fourth, it was fifty third’s turn. The masses watched the participants walk back and forth while they talked about the participant’s name and backgrounds in excitement.
The three of them did not pay attention to them, but Nora Alstreim finally noticed that something was wrong. She narrowed her eyes but maintained an ambiance of calmness, but underneath it was an inflammable temper waiting to explode.
“Where’s Immeth?”
“Mhm~ Now that you mention it, I don’t see her at all…” Dalila Leehan raised her voice in a teasing tone. She cast a glance at Alchemist Davis before she giggled to herself in silence.
At this time, Elder Belias Alstreim echoed, “Twenty third place, Immeth Alstreim. If you don’t appear within a minute, you’ll be automatically disqualified.”
Nora Alstreim frowned before she took out a messaging talisman and sent a message, “Immeth, where are you?”
Five seconds passed, but there was no reply at all.
Nora Alstreim turned to look at Alchemist Davis, but looking at his nonchalant attitude that was disconnected from them or reality, she thought of another possibility.
She recalled Weiss Alstreim look at Immeth Alstreim in a strange manner.
‘Could it be…?’
“!!!” Nora Alstreim shot up in an instant and was about to move, but the messaging talisman in her hand lit up before a voice echoed.
“What is it, Young Mistress?”
“Immeth…” Nora Alstreim sighed in relief as she heard the familiar voice, “Quick, come to the Pill Arena! Your time limit to return is going to almost end.”
“Young Mistress, I have already given up as I am not feeling well.”
Nora Alstreim blinked, “Is that so?”
“Yes, besides, I do not dare compete with Young Mistress’s representative, nor am I talented enough to make Young Mistress’s reputation grow. Instead, my actions today have caused Young Mistress to lose face…”
