Whitesong

Far away in the God's Domain.

A middle-aged man with soft white hair sat around a round table. He had an average body, perhaps even considered weak-looking with fair skin and no facial hair. He wore a deep green robe, seemingly with grasses growing out of it.

He was surrounded by two dozen Alchemists who had come here from all over the world.

Only a single person sat in the room, a woman with peach-colored hair wearing auburn robe. She stood next to the man's chair, noting down everything that was being said.

"How about we test them to see if they can gather ingredients from one of the Alchemy gardens but instead of them going in, they would have to send a pet of theirs in," one of the women said.

"I don't know. I don't believe an Alchemist necessarily needs to be good at conveying information to someone else to do his job," he said. "He should just send someone who knows about the ingredients to get it."