บท 135: Fake alchemist

"So, are we just going to start?" Syryn drawled to the audience.

He had noticed the absence of a master of ceremonies. They were their own anchormen it seemed.

Syryn rolled his eyes when his foe began a loud speech. "Greetings! I pay respects to the honourable master Altaire."

A hum of exclamations rose up from amongst the audience members who hadn't known that Altaire was with them. The avians craned their necks and looked around trying to catch a glimpse of the famous alchemist.

"It is my honour to have one so acclaimed as yourself to sit here and bear witness to this battle of alchemy between my young opponent and I. This humble alchemist-"

"Enough already," a member of the audience interrupted him. "Let the pretty boy speak."

Syryn lifted a corner of his lips at the avian who had interrupted the speech. "I'm Syryn Nigh'hart. Now, can we get started?"

"Do tell us before you begin, what potions are you brewing?" The same avian asked.