<h4>Chapter 276 Another Master’s Medal</h4>


    As Abel stopped, 2 halfplete potions were left on the table. Despite that, the elven alchemists werepletely quiet. Just like Master Mara and Master Alfred, everyone present was stunned.


    “Master Bet, your alchemy speed is unmatched in the Holy Continent!” Master Alfred looked at the golden bottle filled with halfplete potions.


    It’s hard to imagine the amount of talent one needed to operate like that– Performing differentplicated actions in both hands. For normal alchemists, using 2 hands may not even match one of Abel’s hands in terms of flexibility, not to mention speed.


    No matter a pure alchemist or a druid alchemist inbination, there wasn’t anyone in the world of alchemy that could match Abel’s constitution. Alchemists are required to spendrge amounts of time practicing, just like knights or other meleebatants. Unless they learned by absorbing thebat qi of others, there is no way they could match Abel.


    Only someone who is as physically fit and well trained could perform alchemy at such speed and maintain it. Of course, alchemy wasn’t just about speed; it also requires arge amount of thinking and calctions. Being a wizard, his power of the will is incredibly strong. In addition to his druid soul being stronger than his main soul, his physical and mental foundations for high-speed alchemy had already beenid.


    “Master Bet, your alchemy skill level increased again!”Master Mara said after a long pause, recovering from the shock from the incredible performance.


    “All of your movements were incredibly precise. The most impressive part of that was the speed and zero wastage of power or ingredients. If we talk about alchemy standard procedures, your movements would be the standard. All alchemists would benefit from watching you perform alchemy!” Master Alfred said with a glow in the eyes, as though a child witnessing something impressive.


    “I think I know why Master Bet frequently has shes of realization!” Master Mara said in awe.


    “Oh? Do tell, Master Mara!” Master Alfred said, showing his interest.


    The other advanced alchemists present were also interested. The chance of shing spells being sessful was incredibly low. It was virtually decided by luck. When Master Mara was going to exin the reasoning behind it, all alchemists’ interests peaked.


    “Although Master Be hadn’t entered the sublimation phase of the brewing, just from the performance just now, I noticed one thing: speed. In the short moment after the ingredients have been prepared, a small change urs because of time. Due to the speed, Master Bet reduced the wasted time as low as possible. I think that’s the key to the shes of light!” using the years of experience and the second time viewing, Master Mara had proposed this hypothesis. Especially from the first time she watched him perform, the 100% sess rate of the sh of lights had thoroughly impressed her.


    Master Alfred nodded. Though he didn’t know the chance of sess of the sh of lights, from all the blue rarity elven perfumes, skin potions, and conditioners from shes of lights, he knew that the chance of Abel’s sh of lights seeding was incredibly high.


    “Master Bet, I take it all back. You’re a real Master Alchemist. I’ve never seen anyone of the masters demonstrate ability such as yours!” Advanced Alchemist Ernest congratted.


    “Haha, great. Master Bet had just demonstrated his incredible alchemy skills. I, representing the guild, wees you into the guild!” Master Alfred waved his hand at Advanced Alchemist Ernest, taking out a box containing a medallion. He then presented it to Abel, attaching it next to the Lord medallion on his chest.


    “I, honored Master Alchemist Alfred!”


    “I, honored Master Alchemist Mara!”


    “I, Master Advance Alchemist Ernest!”


    “Together, we are the witnesses of Alchemist Bet’s honorary alchemist master!” the alchemists present said in a serious tone.


    “Master Bet, from now onwards, you could get all your alchemy needs from the alchemy guilds in Double Moon Forest. Of course, if you were to sell your products, the guild will help you with o fees!” Master Alfred said with a smile.


    “I’ve already promised Grand Duke Edwina from the Grand Ducal Pce for the distribution rights...” Abel said apologetically.


    “It’s understandable. These potions could improve the souls of a druid, aiding them inbat. Of course, the Grand Ducal Pce would want strict control over it!” Master Alfred nodded and said.


    Master Mara and the 7 other advanced alchemists nodded in agreement. As alchemists, they knew the importance of a potion that could cleanse the soul.


    “Today, I brought some blue skin lotions and conditioners as a gift!” Abel took out 20 bottles of skin lotions and conditioners from his portal bag, cing it on the alchemy stand.


    The four female advanced alchemists present excitedly approached the potions, thinking on how to split it. Although the male advanced alchemists were more restrained, potions that made themselves younger were superb.


    Unlike the other alchemists, Master Alfred had noticed the portal bag on his waist. This meant that Abel also had 2 upations. It was hard to imagine how someone so young was able to bnce them.


    After bidding farewell to the other elven alchemists, Abel chose to stay at the guild, preparing to explore the guild alone. Preparation was needed to carry out the mission Carrie proposed.


    Abel wanted to buy ingredients for healing potions and poison antidote potions. He stood behind 5 alchemists who were also looking to purchase.


    “Master Bet, why are you in the queue?” Advanced Alchemist Ernest happened to be in the ingredients area, asking Abel.


    Ever since he witnessed Abels’s performance, his attitude towards him hadpletely changed. From the initial disagreement to the current admiration.


    “I’m looking to buy some ingredients Master Alchemist Ernest” Abel replied, smiling.


    Upon heading Advanced Alchemist Ernest, the alchemists in front turned around. Seeing the Master title on Abel’s chest, they bowed and apologized. It turns out they were the lowest of alchemists. In fact, they weren’t even allowed to use the alchemist greeting. They must’ve been disciples of alchemists.


    “Master Be, you have priority within the guild. You don’t need to queue up anywhere!” exined Advanced alchemist Ernest.


    “Is that so!” Abel understood the rule. Judging from the fact that virtually everyone in the queue was disciples, he knew how short on time alchemists were. The more advanced they were, the less time they had. How could they let a master alchemist waste their time waiting in a queue? Though, it was unlikely to see high-level alchemists buying their own ingredients. Alchemists that had the title of a master likely had many disciples. All they had to do was ask, and their disciples would be ready to help.