Capítulo 44: Plans on motion!

"Oh, you must be Miles?" Filverel greeted me at the door of the Association. I don't know how he recognized me, but I could feel his piercing eyes as soon as I appeared in the street.

"Yes, Mr. Filverel. My Master sent me to deliver you the items." I said, looking around suspiciously.

"Please, Filverel is enough. Master Altair teaches me a little. That makes us fellow disciples. No need to act so formal." He would be crazy to let such a promising young man go away. After all, Master Altair was temporarily here. After his departure, Miles would stay in the city and would be one of the best alchemists, if not the best. "Ah, let's continue in my room. It is a little bit crowded here."

Filverel was no regular figure. He was known throughout the city because of his potions. All powerhouses were trying to fawn all over him. Even though every strong clan or power had an alchemist at least at Rank II, none of them as successful as Filverel. Now that he was waiting in front of the Association, they were attracting attention.

"Sure, let's enter," I said and walked inside. Filverel was following me, and it was my plan from the start. I didn't need to promote myself when someone influential could do it for me. And what better option there was than making the Master of the Alchemist Association follow me around.

After entering the Association, we climbed up to the third floor. The building was like a cone, and the third floor was smaller than the other. All the third floor was Filverel's office. At the end of the stairs, there was a giant door opening to his office. He opened the door with a special stone I identified immediately.

At the age of magic and technology, even a door could be an unbreakable and unpenetrable stronghold. The stone was a piece of pair stone. Pair stones were not that rare, still valuable. They would form in pairs, one as big as a human head, the other as small as an infant's hand. They naturally react to each other. When they first discovered, they were thrown to the streets as child toys. But later, a great blacksmith used the big piece to forge a key that could only be opened by the small piece of the same pair.

After mixed with other alloys, the stone itself was nigh unbreakable, and thus used as the safest keylock.

After opening the door with the pair stone, Filverel let me in first. I sat on the chair across the main seat and let take his place. After that, I brought out the potions from storage by fakely touching the ring on my finger, I bought not so long ago. Placing and removing from thin air was all fine and dandy. But without any jewelry could be suspected to be a spatial artifact, it might arouse questions.

I placed 15 bathwater bottles and one ointment to the table and said, "Master wanted me to deliver these to you. He will supply the same amount every two weeks for you to sell. I think he already told you what he expects of you.

"Yes, I already know what to do. Master Altair shouldn't worry about these trivial things. When Master Altair told me about potions, I already sent away the invitations and arranged an auction. How about joining? It could allow you to meet people of influence in the city." Filverel invited me as I expected. That was my second plan. Pushing my fame through legendary medicine, Impurity Cleansing Ointment.

"Sure, why not. I am foreign to the city, so meeting more people would help me with my plans." I said, 'innocently.'

"Oh, what plans do you have, I wonder?" Filverel caught on my rhythm and asked.

"I am planning to create an information network system," I said with a helpless sigh, "As you know, what we have in this world are thrash in outer space. Such as medicine in front of us. What we call Body Tempering Potion is bathwater in outer space.

When I was little, I always wanted to know new things. I asked a lot of questions, but my father always stopped me because it was rude to probe others. But what brought me today are the questions I asked. I thrive by knowing more, and I shared as I learned. The more I shared my knowledge, the more I learned in return.

I thought a farmer once. A regular farmer never learned magic nor any profound knowledge. I taught him how to make use of soil more efficiently, and he taught me how his grandmother brew beer. I learned something from that brewing technique and taught it to a winemaker, and the winemaker taught me how to blow glass.

This art taught me how to make a lens, and by it, I can make stars closer." I explained ardently.

"Can you see it, Filverel? An involuntary action brought me to an edge of great discovery. I never lost a bit of what I know by sharing. Instead, I gained more and more. Knowledge is not like gold. It doesn't decrease the more you share, it instead increases."

At this point, Filverel already got caught on my act. He was looking at me fervently and was about to open his mind for me to take a peak. "When I bare my heart to Master, he agreed with me and decided to accept me his disciples. He started to teach me, and I would teach him in return. What would a great alchemy Master require from me, you may ask. But I insisted on teaching him. There is no useless information, Filverel. There is only information!"