"Even a senior alchemist is far from a waste of space." David Jones said, his brow slightly furrowed, he even began to feel he was wasting his time.
It's not frightening being a failure, but those who lose their spirit, who aspire to nothing, are truly terrifying.
If one calls themselves a waste of space after experiencing setbacks, even the precious Thousand-year Stalactites would be wasted on such a person who lacks any spirit.
Nonetheless, alchemists at the Flare V level are rare, in the whole Purple Haze Club, aside from him, only his junior sister achieved this level.
Since he is here, he wouldn't feel satisfied without trying a few probing techniques and interviewing her in detail to assess the other's character.
"Does an alchemist who only knows how to make Class II elixirs still count as a senior alchemist?" Jade Bailey ridiculed herself.
