Angel glanced over and, as expected, saw two groups heatedly debating.
Angel had assumed that the people debating such loftily intellectual topics would at least be of alchemist level, but it turned out they were all alchemy apprentices.
On one side, the number of people standing for Enchantment was minimal; the Mixing school was overwhelmingly numerous, mercilessly crushing the few on the opposite side like a few small cats.
Nevertheless, even so, the apprentices of the Enchantment school did not surrender.
From the occasional faint noises coming from their side, Angel even heard his own name.
Presumably, they were using him as an example in their arguments.
Angel touched his nose bridge, finding this feeling… quite subtle.
Perhaps because there were too few from the Enchantment sector, Boli, having overheard Angel’s conversation with Nya, regardless of who Angel was, wanted to pull him into the debate.
“Can you?” Seeing Angel’s prolonged silence, Boli continued, “Maybe you’re not accustomed to this style of debate, but this is how we do it in the Sky Mechanical City. Speculation helps us make progress.”
Boli’s words actually made sense, but Angel still ruthlessly refused, “No thanks, I have some other matters to attend to.”
Enchantment versus Mixing is a classic debate in Metallography. However, it’s also an intractable debate, and the only answer derived is that Mixing has an extremely high ceiling, whereas Enchantment is more about convenience.
This classic topic, not even alchemy masters could settle it, let alone these alchemy apprentices.
Boli looked somewhat disappointed. She initially wanted to persuade him more, but at that moment, a tall and exceptionally handsome man approached, “Enchantment is essentially a minor side track, no matter how many people you gather, it’s useless.”
As he spoke, the man sized up Angel from head to toe.
The greasy, unkempt garments, along with a disheveled appearance, made Angel look out of place, causing the man to frown and a flash of disgust appeared briefly in his eyes.
Boli challenged, “You say the ceiling of Mixing is high, then tell me, is the Mysterious Domain not high enough? Can you name an instance in the Southern Domain’s Wizards’ Realm where the Mixing school has touched the Mysterious Domain in the past thousand years? There’s none, right?”
“I know you’re going to mention Angel again, he’s just an exception.”
“So why doesn’t Mixing produce an exception then?”
Listening to the two people behind him debate about himself in his presence, Angel couldn’t help but frown.
Thinking about it, he actually found neither of the two debaters’ points valid. Because this kind of classic debate should clash with the height of thought, expound on dense knowledge, discuss techniques, and shine through classical cases. Yet they brought the topic down from the altar to the level of a vegetable market for debate.
Angel could see the man’s disgust towards him, but felt no discomfort. After all, the man hadn’t said anything too harsh; Angel wasn’t the type to prove himself in response to someone looking down on him and rush to stand out rashly.
He now felt relieved that he had turned down Boli’s offer. Had he impulsively gone to argue about such a topic, it would have been a nightmare.
Ignoring the debate behind him, Angel quickly walked towards the counter not far away.
The man watched Angel walk away briskly, his disdain deepening and he couldn’t help but snort through his nose.
Boli also felt somewhat sentimental. This outsider alchemy apprentice could have used this opportunity to become part of the Enchantment Alchemy Circle in the Machinery City, but he rejected her invitation.
“Once the chance is missed, it becomes difficult to integrate into the circle again,” Boli shook her head, her face filled with disappointment.