Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 487 Alchemy and the Killer

"The Living Dead, Flesh and White Bones, the Midas Touch, the Philosopher's Stone of Immortality?"

Violet smoothed her left temple hair behind her ear, and her profile was full of femininity under the candlelight.Ralph happened to be able to see this side, and he could also see the child-like surprise in Violet's eyes, exactly the same as the curiosity on Sylvester's face.

Ralph told a story.

……

It was a room as claustrophobic as a chapel, and it was also dimly lit with candles.

The faint light of the fire shines on the glassware on the laboratory bench, and the light yellow and dark red liquid in the spherical glass like a bubble is boiling, and the steam flows into the next instrument along the pipe, and becomes a new shape.

It's not night there, the layered thick flannelette turns the sunlight into a ghost image on the wall, and the smell of each area blends into a unique strange smell, the coldness and hotness act on the skin at the same time, that is the atmosphere in the air. Escaping microscopic dust is at work.An environment unbearable to ordinary people, its sole occupant has become accustomed to it.

It was a dwarf in full armor, tightly wrapped in expensive silk, and looked like a flexible zongzi.Sweat and dust combined to drive down the value of noble garments, and the alchemist was the stench of activity.A crystal lens stuck in the silk gave the eccentric within a narrow field of view, from workbench to workbench, but nothing more.

"Failed product, after the action of sulfur interfered with three simultaneous reactions, we need to find more stable isotope materials..."

"My neck feels itchy... It's judged to be the sap of the kachagrass, and possibly the nail flakes of the rodent. I need to spend a minute cleaning the wound, before the dust corrodes my carotid artery..."

"I'm not sure if it's a failed experiment now. The wrapping method makes my skin feel terrible, a lot of oil. I guess my skin must feel like cuticles. Is that broken book right?"

"The first step in what alchemy begins with an alchemist?"

He was the only one talking to himself while walking around, and the crazy tone made the alchemist go astray in the eyes of ordinary people.

"My MD, it would be great if there is a ray of wind blowing in. You'd better bring the deodorant of the hostess of the flower shop on Boland Street, she is really a good woman... Jie Jie Jie..." The alchemist gave a strange smile, The experiment in the hand is still going on, the reflection stays on the lens, and the two desires are intertwined.

A gust of wind blew onto the dwarf.

A gust of cold wind cools the alchemist's burning neck.

He stopped the movement of his hands, put his hands flat on the low table, and tried his best to spread his five fingers wrapped like sausages.

This place has been packed into a secret room, and there should be no wind here.

Just as he thought.

"Wind" reached out and patted his shoulder.

Through the reflection of the glass instrument placed in front of him, the alchemist saw the figure behind him.A tall ghostly figure placed its own black gloves on his shoulders.Those eyes with cold light are very beautiful, and the gloom in them may calm the instability of the Magellan rock.

a killer.

I am now an alchemist in the Kingdom of Montero, a specially hired expert during the war, and poisons and anesthetics are my strengths.

The Kingdom of Montero is now at a disadvantage, and its own research is very important, so it is not surprising that it is an enemy killer.

Calm down and look for opportunities, you can do it.

The alchemist comforted himself in this way, and the next moment, a wave of fear arose from the tailbone, climbed up the spine, and stopped abruptly at the cervical spine. All this was just because the killer's thumb was on the back of his neck.He bent down, because of the disparity in physique, the alchemist actually felt sorry in his heart, and he let the god of death bend over.

"You are Abdekad Ras, Montero's poison expert."

"Temporary hire, I've only been in Montero for two months."

What anti-interrogation techniques, to hell, I can't do it!The dwarf felt like his body was freezing like never before.

This killer is a monster, a spiritual monster.

In a flash of inspiration, he called out the name.

"Armitage, you are Armitage!" the dwarf cried eagerly, as if he had discovered a new continent.

"Armitage." "Armitage" repeated the name, and there was a hint of doubt in his flat voice.

He was interested, and the alchemist, who sensed the opportunity, climbed up, "Armitage of the Kingdom of Zwei, assassin. Armitage means nonexistent in Montero. Your ability has caused the entire kingdom to suffer. There are no traces, no clues, and after paying the entire intelligence network, we only know that such a killer exists. There is no name, we can only call you that."

"Kingslayer, Armitage of Zwei."

The alchemist did his best to show his admiration, win Armitage's mercy, he still has value, he owns information, yes, he betrayed his employer, Abudkad did not hesitate, he accepted the employment for the sake of own experimental materials.Now, life is more important now.

"You can say your last words." The death sentence was announced, and the cold-blooded beast finally sent down the judgment.

"I still have value, I still have intelligence! I can help Zwei defeat Montero!"

"The qualified crown prince of Montero died suddenly, and the current king is old and frail. (Will you still be needed to destroy such a kingdom?)"

"I have knowledge, I can help you make potions, I am the one who made Amris' poisoned arrow, he..."

"He was ordered to hunt me down... (But I'm still alive.)"

"...you've seen my poison, haven't you?"

"If you're talking about that strange black arrow in the quiver. (He died without your help.)"

In the mirror image of the glass bottle, the tall Armitage raised his other hand, which was a dagger. The cold light was hidden behind the black gloves, getting closer and closer to his body.

The dwarf screamed hysterically.

"I can't die yet! I still have my dream to fulfill! I want to win the crown of alchemy! I want to create the legendary Philosopher's Stone!!!"

"Okay, I know the last words."

"Wait a minute! Armitage!!! I can help you!!! The war is over, what will happen to a legend like you! King killer! You can kill the king of Montero, will the Zwei royal family be safe Are you going to sleep?"

"..."

"You are a beast cultivated by the Kingdom of Zwei, but you are already too fierce! When you sweep away the obstacles of the kingdom, then you become the only obstacle!!! Do you think you will become a hero? Shadows will only die in shadows Your family will receive a death notice in a few years, and Armitage's legend will become a piece of garbage wild history! What will your loved ones think? Your parents will cry and cry Wash your face and spurn the war! Is it all worth it! I can help you! I can let you return to your family!"

"My parents are long dead, and my only brother and I have almost severed ties."

"..." Abdekader choked to death on this bad family relationship, Armitage, he was just hopeless.

But I have to live!I still have goals!

"I can make any potion you want! Spare my life, even the Philosopher's Stone, I can give it to you! Armitage!!!"

The blade stuck to Abdekad's neck, it was useless, all my struggles were in vain, I could only cry unwillingly, accepting the death of this son of a bitch.

"Two potions for feigning death, my deal with you, a personal deal. Exchange my new life for your new life."

Abudkad wept, he took off the damn glasses, and cried loudly covering his distorted and ugly face.

"I promise you, shit, shit!!"

Armitage stood up again, retracted the blade, and looked at the weeping dwarf with an indifferent expression.

"Don't think about playing tricks, dwarf, even if I die, I have countless ways to kill you."

"I got it! NMD! I got it!! Didn't you see that I was crying! It's too difficult, it's too difficult for me!!"

Armitage clapped his hands, the black glove on the alchemist's left hand was already covered with an unknown compound.

"In two days' time, there'll be a pot wagon out of town on Callan Street, if you're not in one of the pots." Armitage said flatly. "The army will crush Montero, and I'll shut you up completely."

The conversation turned.

"After the cleaning is over, I will go find you, get the potion, and you will be free. You can go wherever you want."

Abudkad rolled his eyes, "Yes, but I have a condition. I want to act together with you. After you escape from feigning death, we can act together."

The killer looked at the ugly dwarf alchemist, a typical-looking Stockholm patient.

"Although my poison has little effect on you, I am also a celebrity on the battlefield. You are not the only one who will be liquidated, bastard. It is safest to stay around you. I can also entrust assassination missions in the future, right? Legend has it that Armitage's sole benefactor, Jie Jie Jie Jie..."

"Whatever you..." Armitage drew back a curtain, and behind it was the steeple of another house.

"Damn it, the apprentice who set up the laboratory actually rebelled, so I said why he gave up alchemy temporarily."

Armitage stepped onto the windowsill, "You're not much stronger than him..."

"Wait a minute!" The alchemist seemed to be in love with this feeling, that is to interfere with the actions of the legendary killer, and he will not die.

The alchemist held out his grease-stained palm.

"Bajin Matos, my real name, I am an exiled alchemist, from the mysterious side, the damned holy light destroyed the organization behind me, I never found the exiled city. But my time is running out , my research is even more important. Getting to know a legend is a good experience in the second half of my life."

"Your real name, Armitage."

Armitage stared at the grinning face of the ugly alchemist, maybe that was a good start, a second, smiling...friend besides his irascible boss.He didn't touch the greased hand.

"Ralph Buller. We'll go to Cassandelle, my homeland."

Ba Jin gave a strange smile.

"Ralph? What a terrible name. Just by hearing this name, I can guess what will happen to those idiots who face you. Armitage sounds much better."

"Do you think I would care about the ridicule of a lunatic trying to refine the Philosopher's Stone?"

"Hmph, one day, I will open your eyes, evil wolf."

……

"Ba Jin refined the Philosopher's Stone, he succeeded?" Sylvet had already moved to Ralph's side, her beautiful purple eyes were full of yearning for the story, a legend, the girl looked at the sheriff's eyes flickering wearing something.

"He died. I planned his funeral a few months ago. It was just me and Garrett."

Unexpected ending?No, mostly so, the Philosopher's Stone, as the highest achievement of alchemy, is enough to be called a legend of alchemy.Under the legend, there are corpses everywhere.

According to rumors, the Philosopher's Stone, a perfect creation, requires an alchemist to perfectly balance the five elements to achieve an impossible miracle.

In the legend of alchemy, the world has a source, and that source has five basic elements. One day the source is broken, the five elements are out of balance, and the world is created. This is an irreversible process.And the alchemist must find the hidden fifth element, balance the five elements, reverse time to the origin, and complete the manufacture of the Philosopher's Stone.

Fire, Water, Air, Earth, Fifth Element.

These alchemical experiments, a series of alchemical experiments to find balance, are harmful to the human body.

Every time they experiment, their lifespan will be shortened a little, and they will challenge the infinite formula with a limited number of times. stars.

"Old Ba Jin died. Before he died, he chose a sandalwood box as a funeral object. According to him, it contained things that he cherished. He gave me everything else. "

"And I made good use of this knowledge and learned to make dragon fire alchemy ammunition."

"That Ba Jin's research notes on the Philosopher's Stone became my reading material when I was bored."

"As I read it, I felt like I was standing by his side, watching his experiment, watching his path become clearer and clearer, and I even had an expectation that he seemed to have found the right path."

"I seem to be...witnessing his legend."

"I turned to the end of the notes..."

【I found it!I found it! ! !I found out how to make the Philosopher's Stone! ! !I became a legend! ! !I am the first alchemist in the world to create a legendary stone according to the damn theory! ! !Lao Tzu is also a legend! !I should have a drink! ! !Hehehe, I did drink it! ! !Then Lao Tzu's stomach bag burst!Oh shit!Oh shit! ! !I'm going to die, even the Philosopher's Stone can't save me, hum!I'm taking this secret to my grave, let those idiots keep exploring and fail!Jie Jie Jie!The Philosopher's Stone will be my best kept secret. 】

【They are all wrong!Only I am right!The Philosopher's Stone is not our starting point, but our end!It is the death of all things, its role, it can kill diseases in life, achieve longevity, it can kill low-priced elements in ores, recombine precious metals, and turn stones into gold.The bullets made of it can kill all existence, even... gods. 】

"Ba Jin put the Philosopher's Stone in that little box, right?" Sylvet shook Ralph's arm, looking forward to the continuation of the story.

Ralph's tone was flat.

"I dug his grave. It was in a remote corner of Cassandell Grand Cemetery, where no weeds grew. His grave was cracked and the tombstones collapsed. I used a shovel to pry open the coffin along the cracks and found the little box."

"There are two sheets of paper in there."

first slide.

[The fifth element is the soul.It is the fundamental difference between intelligent creatures including us humans and beasts.I fucking want to kill that idiot who came up with the Philosopher's Stone concept, that idiot probably sucks already.

Only alchemists can correctly distinguish and contact the four elements, the erosion of those experiments is necessary.

Only alchemists can balance the relationship between elements, but there are not many people who have reached the extreme, and most of them who understand have given up, and I am the only one who has gone on.

Only an alchemist can materialize the fifth elemental soul, even after our own death.

An alchemist who was eroded and tortured by the four elements and was on the verge of dying, as long as he could accurately estimate the materialized product of his soul and achieve a balance during his lifetime.

We use ourselves as containers for balanced elemental reactions, and arrange formulas in the body to solidify the soul and complete the balance.The Philosopher's Stone is us after death.

Use the alchemist's body to accommodate the elements, conduct experiments to maintain balance, and at the moment of death, let the soul solidify to construct the balance of the five elements.

The Philosopher's Stone is my bones.

We alchemists pursue eternal life and refine the Philosopher's Stone. As a result, immortality requires our death as a prerequisite.

What a fucking irony!It's ridiculous!This kind of damned garbage, I should fucking stuff it into the alchemy god's chrysanthemum!

But I can't go back, I can be like an ugly frustrated dwarf, I can also write a report to make all the foolish children's dreams shattered, hahahaha, I almost did it.

The Philosopher's Stone is my dream, even if my dream stone is just a bad joke. 】

In the coffin, the skeleton is less than half of the coffin, even death is so funny.

Sighs sounded in the chapel.

Violet rested her head on Ralph's shoulder and closed her eyes, as if mourning for the deceased.

"What about the other piece of paper, did Mr. Ba Jin leave anything precious?"

Ralph lowered the brim of his hat, and his bright eyes disappeared into the shadows.

"On the other piece of paper, there is only a short sentence. It is much shorter and clearer, with cadences and rhythms, and it is soul-stirring."

Under the expectation of Violet and Sylvester, Ralph repeated that sentence.

[Fuck you Ralph. 】

【F**k you, Realwolf.】

(End of this chapter)