133 Grand Alchemist

"Dont waste your time with this comedian!" One onlooker told the avian alchemist. "It's quite obvious that he's just looking to stir trouble."

The shit-eating grin on Syryn's face served to reinforce the man's accusations about him.

"But he just insulted our alchemists! How can we let him get away with it?"

"Why are you feeding him attention?" The same sensible avian replied. "Thats what he wants."

"He's correct," Syryn confirmed. And this further incensed the more hot-headed avians. The ichor seller was feeling the stress of having a minor disagreement turn into a big fiasco. In the end, it wasn't just the human getting attention, it was also him and his business being dragged into the public gaze. That was a possible reputation-damaging direction they were heading towards.

"Thanks, I'll let Utsui keep this till the test is over." Syryn snatched away the bottle of Ichor from the seller's hand.

"No! Give that back!" He cried out.