The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor

After all, the badge had caused Fane so much trouble. Even Fane was beginning to feel like the badge was unlucky, so he decided just not to wear it. Alchemist uniforms were not completely standard. It was just that certain patterns on it were universally recognized. That was why Fane and Ethan's clothes were different in terms of color and design, but everyone could still tell that they were alchemists thanks to the special patterns on their clothes.

"Even alchemists are starting to fight each other. Didn't alchemists used to say that they were incredibly calm, not as filled with bloodlust as the rest of us?" "Oh please! Alchemists just love to make themselves look good! They keep trying to show us how different they are, claiming that they are so noble. They keep saying that they're different from us rough warriors! It's such a joke, aren't they just trash-tier warriors? If not for the fact that we need them, they wouldn't need to exist at all!"

"That's right, I just want to spit at any alchemists I see! All of them are scum! I tried asking a seventh-grade alchemist to refine a lower seventh-grade pill for me. The guy quoted me six figures right away! I was furious, it was practically daylight robbery! In the end, the guy even told me to screw off!" The relationship between warriors and alchemists was a complicated one. The warriors on the spectator stand all felt both interested and strange looking at the stage.

It was like their own territory had been invaded. Alchemists always say that they were noble. Whether it was how they talked or did things, they insisted on setting themselves apart from regular warriors.

Furthermore, alchemists were incredibly rare in the Whirling World. High-grade alchemists were treasures among treasures. The Whirling World only opened once every five hundred and thirty years. Each time it opened, many valuable materials would be available. To quickly improve themselves, the warriors needed to get alchemists to refine the materials into pills.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Yet, since the alchemists were rare, they would always quote incredibly high prices and acted like the warriors absolutely needed them. That was why a lot of warriors were frustrated. People had even died thanks to that.

Looking at Fane and Ethan then, a lot of those complaints surfaced. Many of the warriors had a lot to say about alchemists! However, they did not dare to just kill alchemists. After all, many alchemists had major forces behind them. The warriors were afraid of retribution

Hearing those discussions, Fane felt like the grudges between warriors and alchemists would probably completely explode given enough time. There might even be those who would risk kidnapping

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alchemists to do forced labor.

After all, they really needed alchemists to help them with refining pills, but the prices the alchemists offered were absurdly high.

Fane felt like he not only needed to be wary of his enemies attacking him in the future but even warriors with ill intentions for alchemists. He felt like there were enemies everywhere.

Ethan looked at Fane's frown. It looked like Fane was incredibly worried. Ethan laughed and said, "It's too late to regret everything now. The death match has already started."

Fane rolled his eyes, too lazy to bother with Ethan.

The caretaker put his hand up, and the crowd went quiet. The caretaker emotionlessly said, "The one on the left is Ethan and the one on the right is Fane. I will now announce their odds!"

The spectators were completely silent at that moment. Those spectators were not just there to look at the fights. Betting was the most important and anticipated part!

The caretaker raised his voice, "Ethan's odds are one to four! Fane's odds are one to two!"