"It's recorded in the beast race's ancient archives that we did have alchemists in the past, but they gradually dwindled. None have appeared ever since," Rohan answered, his voice tinged with sadness.
Jacob knitted his brows, contemplating the implications. My body has the celestial beast aura, and I can count as half a beast race. If it was possible for me, they should be able to do it too. I'll study this carefully to see why those from the beast race can't become alchemists. And if all else fails, I'll tweak the alchemy techniques. Otherwise, King Rohan and the rest will remain under the humans' thumb.
"Where's Mr. Patton's daughter? Take me to her. Perhaps I may be able to cure her. If it's within my capabilities, you can tell Mr. Hackett to get lost," Jacob declared, his tone resolute. He didn't dare send Hill away before seeing Jameel's daughter; after all, if he couldn't cure her, doing so would only be to her detriment.
