Worship

Outside the Academy, next to the road to the city, in a large barrack with several sections and sturdy, sound-proofed walls, the atmosphere was very different from the one in Yanael's training hall.

Jessecke and the other alchemists didn't think for a minute that Zach had been the one ot personally create the recipes they received. They were grateful to him for everything he had given to him, and they respected him for his desire to take over the world of alchemy with them and the guild that still didn't have a proper name.

But he wasn't the one responsible for the recipes that would make their dreams possible. He didn't smell of alchemy. His fingers weren't dyed in the colors of the materials an alchemist needed to handle. He didn't have the air of an alchemist, much less the air of a master alchemist like the one responsible for the recipes.