8 Alchemy Tower

The pitiful young woman absentmindedly held Roan's outstretched hand.

"My name is Roan Argentos. What is your name, my lady." Roan flashed a smile that was hidden by his mask, but his silver eyes emitted a bright glow.

The young woman was embarrassed by Roan's formal etiquette. And the guy already bought her, so she should be the one paying respects to him and not the other way around.

She curtsied elegantly and spoke in a mild voice.

"Elaine greets you, my lord."

"No need for formalities Elaine. Just call me Roan from now on." Roan held her hand and pulled her towards the carriage gently.

"I'm sorry, Elaine. I'm a bit in a hurry, so please bear with men." Roan lifted her body and carried her inside the carriage.

"Mister, let's go straight to the Alchemy Tower."

The coachman did not dally for long and he then urged the horses to run forward.

Roan glanced at the bruised young woman. He lightly caressed her injuries and he released a strange energy that invaded Elaine's body. But it did not make her feel pain, instead, it made her feel a sort of warmth that she wished to last forever.

"Elaine, what happened? And it looks to me that you are not from a humble origin. Your bearings and the way you bring yourself is of someone with a bit of status."

She enjoyed the feeling for a brief moment before she replied in a dispirited tone of voice.

"My father was a knight who wields a bit of power here in Beltran City and my mother was a mercenary.

My mother was among the most beautiful women in the city and many nobles tried to woo her, but her heart remained true for one man, my father.

But now things are different, after my father's death. The nobles stole everything he owned, and they even kidnapped my mother. As for me, I was sold in a slave market."

Elaine's eyes burned with hatred after recalling what had happened to her. She was shaking in fury, her fists were tightly clenched. When she suddenly felt a soft pat on her head. Her eyes regained clarity, and she saw a man wearing a white mask softly patting her head. She blushed in embarrassment and turned to face the ground to hide her crimson red face.

"I'm sorry about what happened. Don't worry, after I am done with the things that I'm supposed to do inside the Alchemy Tower, I will help you find your mother."

"No! You cannot go against them alone." Tears formed in her eyes as she shook her head helplessly.

"Why is that so? I'm a Crusader level fighter, you know? Trust me." Roan lightly caressed her swollen cheeks.

Elaine felt a strange kind of sensation from Roan. It was like he can do whatever he says without trouble.

"Mmn."

She nodded her head while allowing Roan to wipe the tears at the side of her face.

After thirty minutes, they arrived in the Alchemy Tower.

"Mister, can you please stay here for a moment and wait for me? I will leave Elaine in your care. I hope you can protect her in my absence."

Roan glanced at the mysterious coachman before giving him one silver coin.

"Elaine, stay here for now and never leave the carriage. Don't worry, mister coachman here will protect you."

Roan patted her head before he left.

The coachman could only shake his head in exasperation.

'Did that man really treat me as his personal coachman?'

* * *

The Alchemy Tower was one of the strongest powers within the continent and every territory has at least one of their branches.

Within their ranks were high-level alchemists who can concoct wondrous pills with different kinds of effects.

To become an alchemist, one should at least be able to control mana and soul strength. And only mages were capable of doing that.

Mana is used to create a pill flame which will be very important during pill concoction. Because with a much stronger pill flame, one would be able to make a more high-level pill. There are six known levels for pill flames: Common, Uncommon, Rare, Refined, Epic and Legendary.

On the other hand, soul strength is used to control the flow of the concoction. Even if you have a very strong pill flame but then your control was below standard, then you will only waste a lot of medicinal ingredients before you can successfully concoct one pill.

Thus, in order to become a full-fledged alchemist, one must be able to at least produce a Common-ranked pill flame and also to have a high-level soul strength.

But all this was not a problem for Roan. Although he did not tackle much on alchemy, he was still at least an Immortal-Ranked Alchemist during his time as the God of Domination. His flame at that time was also at Demigod-Ranked and even his soul strength was way beyond most of the top alchemists of the Primordial God Realm.

He can still vividly remember the words of his friend who was known in the Primordial God Realm as the God of Alchemy.

"Brother, if you had allotted more time in training your alchemy, then I would have not been the one labeled as the God of Alchemy."

Roan smiled and went inside the Alchemy Tower, his movements were unrestrained and carefree as if no one was capable of binding him.

Of course, how could a man who had lived for eons be weak? He might not be as strong as the Celestial Emperor, but within the Primordial God Realm, he was considered as one of the top individuals.

Even with his current weak body, he had a lot of ways to defeat people with much greater cultivation strength than him.