Chapter 14: Chapter 12: The improvement

 

*Knock, knock, knock*

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*Knock, knock, knock*

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*Knock, knock, knock*

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The sound of someone calling at my door woke me up.

I slowly opened my eyes and then glanced at the ceiling while thinking about many trivial things.

'What should I have for break fast today?'

'I hope I can find more herbs at the market today'

'What should I train today?'

Those kind of thoughts.

It took me a while to realize that I had to open the door and receive whoever was knocking my door.

*Yawwwwn*

*Knock, knock, knock*

"I already heard you... goddammit..."

After stretching my limbs I walked towards the door and opened it.

The person that was currently waiting outside the door was a messenger from the Alchemist guild. He had a fearful expression on his face, and he was avoiding eye contact with me at all times.

He was wearing the usual uniform from the guild. A red cap with the Alchemist's Logo on the center of it, an orange jacket on top of a white shirt, and a black pant with stylish white stripes at the sides of it.

"S-sir Aspen, I've come to inform you that you've been invited to a meeting between all the representatives of the guild"

Sigh... Again?

"When is it?" I asked while massaging my temples.

"Today at 3:00 pm"

That's in two more hours...

"I see..., you can go now" i said while motioning to him with my hand to leave. 

"Yes sir!" The messenger said happily before leaving at full speed.

When I cameback into my house the first thing I did was to go to the bathroom to clean my face after waking up.

I took some water from the hand washer and cleaned my self with it.

When I looked in the mirror in front of me, I saw my already matured face.

Although I don't exactly remember how did I look when I was twelve, I can still notice some small changes that I didn't pay attention to before.

My face has become more simmetrical and my jaw has also become more chisseled than before. I had bags under my eyes due to lack of sleep and an unshaven beard was starting to appear on my shin.

My Auburn hair has gone wild and comparatively longer than when I was 12 years old, now almost reaching my neck.

It has been a while since I had a haircut, right?

Sigh...

It has already been 6 years and a half since i came to this city and joined the alchemist guild.

I was currently 19 years old.

A lot has happened during this time.

After joining the guild, I became incredibly famous due to my speed at making potions.

A normal alchemist needed at least a few hours to make any potion. And the more ingredients the potion had, the more time it took to complete it.

Of course, I was the exception.

Mostly because I just needed to collect the materials and some water bottles. After getting those items crafting any potion could take just mere seconds

However, after my debut as the fastest alchemist in the city ocurred, Another thing happened that made me even more famous in the guild.

What may have happened, You ask?

Well, it seemed that the potions my crafting ability made, were topnotch. They were a lot better than the potions the best alchemists in this city made. 

For example, I remember that some years ago, the best alchemist in the guild wanted to compare the effects of our potions. After some minutes he created an ironskin potion, and when he showed it to me it actually gave [+4 defense]...

Mine gave [+8 defense]...

So, after sometime, I ended being named the best alchemist of the city.

Of course, this didn't come without problems.

Some of my competitors at potion-making tried to assassinate me because I was being a problem for them. Not that they succeeded, but it was still annoying.

In the end they gave up with the assassination attempts, Probably because any assassin they sent to kill me never came back alive. After that they started pestering me to show them my techniques at potion making.

They started bullshiting me that it was my moral obligation to teach them all my secrets so that they could make more potions and help humanity survive the war.

When I tried to explain them that I was the only one able to produce potions in such a way, they immediately branded me as a traitor and a selfish person that didn't care about humanity at all.

The rumors started spreading at a fast pace, and soon reached the whole city.

In the end, the people started viewing me in such a way too...

Not that I did much to prove them that they were wrong.

I tried to be like those protagonists that easily ignored everything the people around them say about them.

But in the end, although I tried to ignore all the hostility in the people's gazes, it was actually harder than what I thought it could be...

Luckily, after some years I got somewhat used to it while working in this industry.

At some point, the people stopped buying my potions, probably due to the rumors about me. However, I could still sell my potions to the militia without problems. Not that they actually cared about my reputation in the first place

Leaving all bad things aside, i actually got quite the harvest during these 6 years of working non-stop.

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I accumulated a lot of money, and of course, resources.

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