Knight and Wand

Chapter 299 Royal University

Leon's communication with the alchemist who received him was not smooth. Under the other party's polite words, his answers to the various materials he sought were revealed in a formulaic attitude, which was only slightly better than the level of openly being impatient and driving people away. He didn't care about his identity at all.

Several precious materials, the first of which was the Isua Spirit Soul Stone, which the alchemist said he had never heard of.

There is some permafrost in the guild, but it costs a very high price to buy.

The price of molten gold is even more exaggerated.

As for the Moon Meteorite Mithril, Leon was sure that when he mentioned this thing, the other party's face twitched slightly. The alchemist refused sternly with a strange attitude, saying that without the king's order, the guild would never sell the priceless ancient Mithril, absolutely not, because every bit of it was under strict custody.

The alchemist reiterated this point repeatedly with a tense expression that did not allow for any questioning.

Leon's keen senses detected a barely perceptible nervousness in the other person's expression.

If this meaningless communication continued, apart from being able to purchase some scarce common alchemical materials from the guild according to the list, the collection of Neti card materials and other purposes of this trip would be in vain.

Fortunately, Leon was well prepared.

"Master Sergio, I have a vein of Blue Death Stone with extremely high yield in my territory. I wonder if the guild is interested in cooperating with Avalon." Leon said, and calmly reached out to Aka who was standing beside him.

Corvis opened the leather document box hanging on his waist, pulled out a large roll of manuscript and handed it to his master.

".Blue Death Stone?" The alchemist did not react. Although that cheap ore contained some special components required for alchemical refining and synthesis, it was not very useful.

Leon was not surprised by the other party's indifference. In the eyes of contemporary people whose civilization and technology have regressed greatly, spirit vein ore is not a valuable resource.

He handed the other party the alchemical manuscript in the Feru language that he had selected and copied.

"What do you mean?" Sergio took it casually and twisted the corner of the page with his fingertips.

"A welcome gift, I hope it can be of some inspiration to the Alchemy Guild." Leon said with a faint smile.

Sergio raised his eyes and looked at the guy who almost got the guild into trouble because the Mithril national treasure in the inventory did not match the verified quantity.

If it weren't for adding some fake silver to the mithril pile, the royal commissioner would have been given enough money to deceive the public.
He lowered his head and looked absentmindedly at the manuscript in his hand, thinking only about how to get rid of this plague god as soon as possible.

However, when his eyes swept across the third page, his skinny fingers suddenly clenched around the edge of the table like a spasm.

His eyes turned serious.

This is a problem that has troubled the alchemy community for a hundred years. Is the other party, a young wild wizard who escaped from Serian, also studying this? You know, even if he simply expresses some unique insights on this problem, it is enough for the academic community to recognize his level in the field of alchemy.

Sergio suddenly remembered the design of the guardian lamp that the other party provided to the king. The alchemical structure in it was simple and efficient to the point of being unbelievable. The influence of that creation is not small now. Even the royal capital is building guardian lamps in the city and on the city walls. It is not surprising that the other party has such a level of alchemy.

The alchemist put aside his contemptuous attitude and reviewed the contents of the paper.
If I am not mistaken, the theoretical explanation mentioned above is neither speculation nor bold imagination, but a matter-of-fact expression of the phenomenon, as well as the principles and applications behind it in a plain tone.

Sergio's fingers tapped the table instinctively, and his years of research habits quickly put him into a thinking state.

He didn't believe that the problem that had troubled alchemists for hundreds of years, and even the arrogant old guys in the Warlock Society of the Fortress Academy couldn't figure out, was that so simple?
The master alchemist was muttering to himself. He seemed to be suffering from hysteria. Sometimes he looked slightly happy, and sometimes he shook his head and frowned frequently.

Leon was not in a hurry, nor was he afraid that the other party would not understand. He had racked his brains to understand Lorelit alchemy last year, and tried to explain the several alchemical theories he had translated in a way that even a layman like himself could understand. And all of them were related to the spirit vein mine, also known as the Blue Death Stone mine.

He had been preparing for this negotiation for months.

Soon, Master Sergio's butt had excitedly left the chair, his old face becoming more and more excited. The alchemist gestured with his hands holding the paper, his eyeballs were bleeding, and his head was almost touching the paper.

His throat was filled with vague mumblings and the manuscript rustled in his trembling hands. When he finally finished reading the last page, the alchemist's cheeks, which were covered with age spots, flushed with a sickly color and his cloudy pupils sparkled with brilliance.

"Forgive my disrespect just now, Master Leon."

Sergio sighed deeply, touched his chest and bowed.

This bow was not a tribute to the foolish nobles who focused on the mundane world, nor was it a submission to the arrogant spellcasters, but a tribute to the wisdom of those who were also pursuing the truth.

Even if the knowledge that had solved the alchemy that had troubled Orland for a hundred years did not come from the hands of the legendary young wizard lord in front of him, the mere fact that this precious knowledge was presented to him was enough for Sergio to salute the other party for his selflessness.

"Now, can we talk about the issue just now again?" Leon said with a smile.

"of course."

Sergio smiled awkwardly, turned around and shouted to the apprentice outside the door: "Lajeka! Bring me my treasured Seralil tribute tea, and take away these two cups of throat-sucking, old tea."

Leon lowered his head and raised his eyebrows, looking at the cheap and low-quality black tea. No wonder it tasted so much worse than the one in Ines Manor.

"Let's put aside the unpleasantness just now. Master Leon, I heard that there is a mine of Blue Death Stone in your territory?"

Sergio sat back in his chair and stuffed the manuscript in his hand into the wide sleeve pocket of his alchemist robe as naturally as if he were putting away his handkerchief.

"I believe you heard this 'not long ago'." Leon joked.

Seeing the embarrassment on Sergio's face, Leon stopped teasing the old man and became serious.

"In addition to cooperating on the development and utilization of the Blue Death Stone, as the dean of the Avalon School of Magic, I also hope to deepen exchanges with the Alchemy Guild. When the school is officially completed, I would like to hire the guild's alchemists to go to Avalon and teach alchemy to my apprentices."

Ledwin restricted him from communicating with other spellcasting organizations, but the Alchemy Guild was not included. Not to mention that alchemists were simply researchers and scholars, not spellcasters, but in terms of their relationships and qualifications with successive royal families, they were closer to the king than the magic academy he was about to establish.

Sergio was slightly stunned by the other party's suggestion. There were precedents in history of warlocks seeking advice from alchemy masters, but those were just some extreme exceptions.

After all, compared to alchemists with normal lifespans, the Northern Warlocks who could easily live for two to three hundred years were all masters of alchemy. The guild had consulted the spellcasters of the Warlock Association on difficult problems more than once. This had been met with the ridicule of the Northern Fortress Academy, and had always been a source of resentment in the hearts of the guild's alchemists of all generations.

Sergio had also heard that Castle Avalon was going to build a new magic organization with the support of the king. However, now the other party took the initiative to invite people from the guild to be teachers for the spellcasters in the emerging wizard academy?

Sergio suddenly became very interested.

After chatting for more than an hour, Leon left the Alchemy Guild with Corvis in a relatively satisfied manner. Although there was still no clue to find the Soul Stone, at least the two materials of Permafrost and Molten Gold were found, and it was nothing more than spending a little more money.

As long as more Neti-brand artifacts that can bring the dead back to life can be made, the cost of money for such a miracle is simply not worth mentioning.

Especially for the great gift he had given, Master Sergio had promised to give some of these two materials for free as a return gift.

Now, with the cooperation and trade relationship established with the Alchemy Guild, other alchemical materials needed in Avalon will have the best first-party supply channels in the Kingdom of Orland in the future, and there is no need to purchase first, second, or third-hand goods at high prices in the county markets.

Leon was quite satisfied with the results of this trip.

After hailing a carriage on the street and returning to the bustling knight's station near the Royal Capital Arena, Leon did not get off the car. Instead, he opened the door and waved to Olivia on the third-floor balcony of the Avalon team's station.

"Olivia, I'm done with my work. Let's go to the graduate school together."

Olivia, who was leaning on the balcony railing with her chin in her hand in a daze, brightened up when she heard her husband calling her from downstairs.

She was a little impatient. She looked back and was too lazy to go downstairs, so she held the hem of her skirt, jumped down lightly, and got into the carriage quickly and lightly.

The girl's action of jumping off the building scared the hired coachman, but as a well-informed Lord Orlanton who was born in the royal capital, he had heard many legends about strange people and things, and he didn't worry too much about the fact that this delicate girl in a blue skirt had the same strong physique as the knights.

Putting aside his surprise, the driver urged the horses to drive the carriage towards the direction of Orlando Royal College, where the distinguished guest of unknown identity wanted to go.

Leon took Olivia's hand and played with it between his hands. He glanced sideways at the street scenery that was slowly moving backwards. As the carriage went further in that direction, the surrounding noise gradually disappeared. There were more tree-lined areas between cities, and the ground became neater and cleaner than the residential areas they passed by. He no longer saw the indescribable things that he occasionally encountered in the corners.

The Royal Academy, as the name suggests, is naturally an educational institution established by the Orlando royal family in the capital in the past to provide talents for the royal family and the kingdom.

Just like the Alchemy Guild that has been passed down for hundreds of years, the Royal Academy also has a long history. It also has a charter granted by the royal ancestors and enjoys various privileges in the royal city, from laws to etiquette.

Uncle Brian said that in the Royal Academy, except for the king himself, no other nobles, no matter what their status, are allowed to force students and teachers to salute them, unless the students and teachers salute voluntarily. This rule also applies to students and students, and teachers and teachers.

For another example, dignitaries from the outside world are not allowed to enter the academy without an internal invitation and royal permission. Leon was able to come here today only because of Princess Ines' letter of introduction.

When Leon asked Ines where he could recruit the best talents in the kingdom, he became even more interested in this academy that was so different from the constraints of the times and environment.

Leon guessed that this rule might be one of the ways that the King of Orlando used in the past to train his students to be more loyal to him.

However, the king was busy with government affairs and could not come to the graduate school every day to hang out. Perhaps it was this unintentional act that created the atmosphere in the graduate school that is now free from the social status and political influence of this era to a certain extent.

At least Leon heard from Brian and Ines that both of them had a high opinion of this college.

But he went there today just to bring Olivia for a visit, not to kidnap anyone.

This is the Royal Academy, not a job market on the street. Without the king's permission, he can't leave on his own. He will have to find a way to trick Redwin III.

As for bringing Olivia to visit the graduate school today, it was mainly because this was one of the two places where her biological parents, Viren and Lelia, had lived for a long time.

Olivia's family has two hometowns, one is naturally the Royal Palace of Orlando, and the other is the Royal Academy.

The carriage could no longer get any closer before reaching a short distance before the destination complex.

Leon took Olivia and Corvis out of the car and walked along the wide road to the entrance of the graduate school.

At first glance, the ancient wall is built of huge stones. After years of polishing, the wind-eroded wall carved with Feru gods and epics has a simple and heavy charm.

You can see that the main building inside is as tall and straight as a castle. The staggered towers have sharp lines and solid walls. The reliefs on them also show the history and mythology of the Feru people. The neatly arranged windows overlook the courtyard of the university like deep eyes.

The guard officer of the academy checked Ines's letters and documents and then let her go.

As they walked into the spacious ancient courtyard, they saw groups of scholars in neat academic robes discussing leisurely in the passages connecting the various buildings of the academy.

The scholars strolling by simply nodded politely to the visitors entering the academy, and did not make any further comments regarding the noble attire of Leon and the others.

In fact, it is not surprising. Although there are factors of privilege and rules in the college, the status of students and teachers in Wangjia College is actually not low in the outside world.

Although some outstanding citizens from the wealthy classes of the royal city and a small number of prestigious civilian scholars are recruited here, most of them are the descendants of nobles from the royal territory and all over the kingdom. After all, no matter what era, the top education costs a lot of money, which is difficult for ordinary people to afford.

Scholars who come from middle and upper classes naturally accept the privilege of being able to communicate on an equal footing with high-class visitors. Once they leave the academy, they will no longer be able to enjoy this privilege.

There are young people, middle-aged scholars, and even elderly people with weathered faces in the graduate school. They wear the same academic gowns as everyone else, and it is hard to tell whether they are old students or teachers.

But no matter what age group, the people here are filled with a vitality that is completely different from the outside world.

This wonderful atmosphere made Leon feel as relaxed as if he was back in the campus of his previous life.

Olivia walked in front with her hands behind her back, strolling in the courtyard surrounded by statues and flower beds. The girl's golden ponytail swayed gently as she looked around. She looked around curiously at the surroundings, the place where her mother and the father she had never met once lived and grew up.

The attire of the three outsiders quickly attracted the attention of others in the university.

The older scholars sitting in the pavilions and benches just took a quick look and then turned their attention back to the academic or philosophical issues they were thinking about.

However, the young scholar seemed to lack some concentration and could not help but glance sideways from time to time.

In their opinion, there were only a few female cats and dogs in the entire academy, and there were very few women. So when two young and beautiful girls with blonde hair and golden eyes came, it was inevitable that several young students would be attracted. Fortunately, their good manners prevented them from rushing up to disturb them.

Leon politely stopped an unknown middle-aged scholar and asked for directions, then took Olivia to the Royal Library in the university campus.

Brian did know a lot about the Orland Civil War more than a decade ago, and the conflicts that had been brewing for so many years before the Orland Civil War.

But as a royal knight of the former King Velen, he could not see the whole picture after all, and he himself had strong tendencies. If you ask where else can record the ins and outs of past history in detail and have not been destroyed in the civil war, then apart from the records kept in the homes of the former nobles, the archives in the library of the Royal Academy may be the only place with sufficiently detailed records.

However, who knows whether Ledwin III has cleaned up the historical archives in the university in the past ten years. Leon just brought Olivia to visit the hometown of his father-in-law and mother-in-law to try his luck.

(End of this chapter)