After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1751

Chapter 1751: Hoffen’s Visitors! (Part 2)

Zenno only laughed at him and his willful suggestion. "You know how they are," he said. "They’d rather not see the sun again than enter a human territory.

"If they didn’t need my fire awakening potions, I doubt I’d have met them within the next decade."

"Fire Awakening potion?" Althea couldn’t help but ask. Hoffen blinked, but also pouted.

Would Althea like this guy more than him? Shouldn’t he have invited him, after all?

"Master?" she blinked, feeling the sour mood next to her. Hoffen looked away, pouting.

"Ah, I haven’t mentioned much about him, yeah?"

She nodded. "You didn’t want to talk about the other Class A—"

"He is best known for his elementalist potions," Hoffen said, cutting her off. "It allows a non-elementalist to wield the power of the elements for a set amount of time."

She blinked, impressed, and also took note. "I assume the dwarves need the fire awakening potion for whatever project they were doing," she said, turning her head to the other alchemist. "Are you an elementalist as well, Master Zenno?"

He looked at her. "Indeed. I am a dual element of fire and wood," he said with a smile.

Althea gazed at him. "The potions are limited to fire and wood?"

"Yes," he said, "The potion is highly dependent on my own affinities."

Hoffen mumbled. He hated to admit it, but at least half of the [Elemental Integration] insights he had, he learned from watching this guy work.

At this, Zenno looked at Hoffen with narrowed eyes. "I remembered this guy had inherited a similar skill..."

This was quite a mystery in fact. Generally speaking, people who couldn’t control elements would not receive inheritances related to them.

Later, they came up with a theory that it was because he was so good, the system made a mistake, or just gave him a random skill to hold him back. That was what Hoffen mumbled every time the topic came up, anyway.

"Ah, Master gave it to me."

"Oh?"

The two alchemists looked at her, a bit startled, and then at Hoffen, who sneered at their surprise.

"Why? Is it so hard to believe? I couldn’t even use it myself!"

"But you’re stingy as a hogbat," Master Cheman said, and Master Zenno rubbed his beard and nodded in agreement.

Hoffen was absolutely offended. "WHAT?"

Althea’s lips twitched, understanding the reference.

Hogbats were fairly well-known monsters endemic in a wide area of caves up north (this was something she read in the ever-growing monster encyclopedia that many people contributed to).

The two alchemists turned to look. They usually wouldn’t be curious about a town, but a territory that could place the latest special buildings outside the main areas meant they were either careless or that they had foresight.

He was an Alterran now, and he had the Alterran pride. He wouldn’t be satisfied if his guests weren’t gaping in awe!

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