Treasures

The one-eyed man stared at Alex for a short while. "Even in a crowd of so many people, he sticks out like a sore thumb."

The tall man next to him turned to look at him. "What did you say?" he asked.

"That kid," the one-eyed man said, gesturing in Alex's direction. "The one we met when we returned from the east last time. He's here too, and the remnant sword domain around him is quite wild as if he just came back from a battle."

The tall man with the gray beard turned to look in the direction he was pointed to and saw Alex looking in their direction, quite stunned.

He gave a simple smile and waved at him before turning back toward the one-eyed man. "We're here to look for alchemists, not swordsmen," the man said.

"He's an alchemist too," the one-eyed man said.

"A good alchemist," the tall man corrected himself.

"Isn't he good? Even jokingly, you considered him good enough to take him with us," the one-eyed man said.