The First Legendary Beast Master novel Chapter 1522

Chapter 1522: Remi Meets Socrate

Remi floated off Karl’s shoulder to sit on the counter and transform back to her diminished Naga form, still no more than a metre long, and extremely slender compared to a human her weight.

{Elder Socrate? The Karl says that you know Alchemy. I need recipes. I have stuff, and recipes to trade. Do you want to know how to fix your hairline? I have a very good hair growth cream.

It works instantly, even if the hair loss is extreme.}

The Elder laughed. "At my age, this level of hair loss is dignified, I will have you know. I have quite gotten used to it. But perhaps just a little bit to thicken the beard."

Remi slithered up his arm, while the customer at the counter recoiled in horror.

He was definitely not a snake person. Not at all.

Leave that nonsense to the Monster Man and the Elders.

Remi and Elder Socrate chatted silently in rapid technical jargon about alchemy, and then the tiny Naga took out a blue flower, and the Elder got extremely excited before leaving the room with her still wrapped around his arm.

"Well, that settles that. Remi has made a new friend. Who is next? I will help you here, and sorry for the delay."

The line at the Alchemy Hall began to move again, and Hawk left his space to sit in the rafters and watch the festivities. This place was lively, and there were so many fire users that it was hard not to like them.

Even the weird systems liked to use energy explosions, and those were almost fire.

Certainly, they were not water.

One by one, the customers moved through the line, each of them wondering what sort of crazy changes were going on in the Alchemy Hall this week. They had a convict working off his time at the counter, which was uncommon enough, if he wasn’t an Alchemist to begin with.

But now they had a Dark Flame Phoenix in the rafters, and rumours were that the Hall Master was locked in his room with a Naga Matriarch.

Seeing one monster in the Clan compound was strange enough, but lately, they were everywhere, and either tame, or somewhat domesticated.

Tame was not the word to use for a Chaos Badger. Even domesticated was questionable.

Cara had returned when Remi did, only a few minutes later, so that she could pack up the children and the picnic before returning to their afternoon class with Amaldor, which was the highlight of her day’s plans.

They definitely couldn’t miss combat training, even if they were in trouble for ditching half the day’s classes.

Maybe they could call it an educational field trip?

One look at Amador’s face said that they would not be getting away with any simple excuses. He had gathered most of the children’s parents, and two of the other Elders at the door to his class, waiting for them to return.

"Care to explain?"

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