Alchemist In The Apocalypse: Rise Of A Legend!-Chapter 134 Strange Means Of A Rare Grade Job[1]

?Strange means of a rare grade job[1]

[Ace POV],

Looking at the two figures who appeared from behind the old man, Emma and I separated our backs and took a few steps backward from the old man while I checked the information of the two figures who appeared from behind the old man.

[Rank 1 Oil Puppet Level 27],

[Rank 1 Oil Puppet Level 27],

Unlike the previous oil puppets, it appears that the two in front of us have no specialization and are rather general, but even so, the situation that was looking bad for us when I saw the old man levels of his helpers.

Two Rank 1 Oil Puppets who were both at level 27 and one level higher than Emma and me.

Perhaps it would have been okay if we only had to fight them, but there was another Rank 1 Human here who was at level 29 and had a job, and apart from knowing that he can make these kinds of puppets, I knew nothing else, making the old man more dangerous.

As I considered these things, I turned to face the elderly man in front of me and addressed him.

"Are you the merchant who sold oil paintings to a village a few weeks ago?" I asked as I saw the old man's face when he heard this twist and became increasingly unpleasant to see.

The old man spoke without even bothering to answer my question as he addressed something unrelated to my question.

"No wonder two teenagers would appear in a place like this at this time if it wasn't for any purpose," he said, turning to face us, and adding, "But isn't the church sending two gifted children who could cultivate to this level to die young?" He said this with an unappealing smile.

I personally believe it's unpleasant to see, but I think it's more of a creepy smile to others because I noticed Emma's body shiver slightly beside me as her face churned in disgust.

But there's something that makes me wonder a few things.

One is why is it that we keep getting our identity misunderstood as people from the church? And how did the old man suspect us to be members of the church without seeing Emma's light element? From the way he spoke of us, it appears that people our age who were in rank 1 were relatively rare, and only powers like the church could groom us.

Also, what does he mean when he says cultivating? Is this how the people here gain their powers in the absence of the primordial chronicle? By cultivating?

Hmmm, I think I saw a section about cultivation in one of the store's sub-options.

Looking at it this way, this world background is truly extensive, and this church I keep hearing about is unquestionably significant.

It's just unfortunate that this power appears to be too strong because I would have convinced and tempted Emma to let us plan to loot something from the church before leaving here.

She might agree because the church appears to be a holy land for light elemental users as well as a place for me to loot coins.

I don't believe the church should be poor, but I was too weak to even loot a village.

As strange and random thoughts raced through my mind, I turned to face the old man in front of me as Emma asked him a question.

"Why did you kill those innocent villagers who did nothing to you?" Emma inquired in a soft voice that was strangely calm and made her almost unrecognizable.

Something I've noticed about both of my female teammates is that they both have the desire to help people even if they don't know them.

I'm not sure if this is a girl thing, but Adara is also like this.

They just want to help people even if there is no profit in it, which is stupid in my opinion because it is wasting resources for nothing.

While I demonstrated this stupidity when I saved Chris and Mia, it was better for me because I gained a strong ally in return, but it was stupid for people like Adara who still helped people who were burdens on top of that.

Maybe my thoughts on this issue will change in the future, but not right now.

These thoughts raced through my mind as I realized why Emma was acting the way she was. 𝘧𝑟𝘦𝒆w𝚎𝙗nov𝘦𝗹.𝐜o𝓶

She was angry.

She was angry with the oil puppeteer for killing the villagers, which struck me as ironic given that she had no relationship with them.

Perhaps this was the behavior of someone whose identity was misunderstood to be someone from a place called church.

As I was thinking of these things, the old man who had heard Emma's question burst out laughing.

He laughed so hard that it was clear he thought what Emma said was hilarious. His laughter only came to a halt when he coughed up blood.

Seeing this, I knew he had been seriously injured.

After calming his violent coughs, the old man turned to Emma and addressed her.

"You want to know why I killed those ants?" He asked, his face and lips covered in some of the blood he coughed earlier, as he added, "If it wasn't for my injuries, I wouldn't have bothered to devour those ants," he said, as I heard a new term from his last words.

'Devour?'

As I reflected on this, I remembered the scene from when I first saw the little girl in the sack and realized why he said devour.

But how do you devour someone when you're this far away?

The oil puppeteer spoke again as I was thinking this.

"At first, I wondered why I thought your abundant mana was a little disgusting when I met you, but now I know why. "The mana of you church people is always revolting to my senses," he said as he and Emma stared at each other.

Ignoring their actions, I finally understood something after hearing what the old man said.

I understood why Sir Roland could tell we weren't ordinary people, and why the oil puppeteer took us as members of the church.

It was because they could sense our mana.

Though we could take in the mana and pressure our bodies emitted, people with decades of experience with mana, such as Sir Roland and the oil puppeteer, could still tell.

As I was thinking of this, the oil puppeteer spoke again, and the figures beside him began slowly approaching us. 𝑓𝒓𝚎e𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯𝘰𝐯𝒆𝑙.c𝚘m

"However, even if you are powerful for your age, you are still children in my eyes."

"Attack them," he instructed as the two oil puppets charged at us.

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