"Yes, the world tree. The tree that gave birth to the elves and where the saints and imperial families live." The instructor confirmed Palkus' doubts.
"I see." Palkus contemplated. It's not that he didn't know what the world tree was; in fact, the young goman was more knowledgeable than most; he just asked to make sure he heard right; after all, something related to the world tree wouldn't be so simple.
"This..." Palkus opened his eyes when he looked back at the mission to check the prize.
"Right? You won't have to worry about money anymore, hahaha!" The instructor laughed when he noticed where Palkus' was staring.
"Yeah, 100 billion P$ is a fortune... Well, it would have been if I didn't need high-quality materials in bulk." Palkus smiled weerily. The cheapest EX-rank material would cost him millions.
"It's still more than enough to last you quite a while." The instructor stated.
"So... what happened for them to put on such a mission?" Palkus looked up at the instructor and asked.
"I guess you have a right to know. You see, some crazy bastard had nothing to do but mess with a saintess. He used an EX-rank poison thought to be extinct and ended up chased and executed by your race's law enforcement team." The instructor shook his head at the stupidity of the criminal.
"So what's the problem? Shouldn't the Saint family be able to find the best alchemists to cure the disease?"
"That should have been the case but, all alchemists had a hard time making the antidote, so the world tree had no choice but to resort to the guild in hope that someone talented like you manages to make it." The instructor explained.
"That sounds annoying. Alright, give me the recipe, please. I will make it as soon as possible." Palkus asked.
"I'm looking forward to seeing you make it and surprise the world once again." The instructor smiled as he handed the recipe to Palkus.
"Thank you." Palkus took the recipe and got up to leave the room with the receptionist, who was waiting for him.
When Palkus left the guild, he directly went to the alchemist's building. When those at the counter saw him, they got up to greet him in unison.
"Welcome, Elder Palkus." Every alchemist beyond S-rank was an elder and worthy of respect.
"Hmm? Is there any problem with the mission you took?" The receptionist asked, thinking that maybe Palkus also had the same problem the other alchemists faced and couldn't make the antidote.
"No, it's done; here's the pill." Palkus took out a small wooden box and opened it to reveal the dark purple pill inside.
"You're already done?!" The receptionist opened her eyes wide in surprise.
"Yeah. So do I just put it here, or...?" Palkus confirmed and asked.
"No, we have to take it to the guild master's room once again." The receptionist said as she got out of the counter.
"By the way, why is it a pill and not a potion?" The receptionist walked closer to Palkus and asked.
"Hmm? That's what the recipe requires, though, pill-making alchemy is more complex than just concocting potions." Palkus replied as he looked at the receptionist.
The two walked all the way to the guild master's room. This time, Palkus led the way up.
"Guild master, Palkus is back with the antidote." The receptionist knocked on the door once again and announced.
"Hey, I told you to get off the desk! I've already done more than enough; come sit in your damn place already!" Shouts were heard from inside the room, with the instructor's familiar voice echoing out.
"Nuh uh, I dun wanna." a soft, drunken voice was heard. The receptionist, hearing that, raised her eyebrows.
'She's back?' she thought.
"Enter!" The same drunken voice gave the two permission to enter.
The receptionist opened the door and Palkus gazed inside.
"Is this the young man I heard so much about? Looking fine~"
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