Wizard Alchemist

Chapter 366 The Covenant
"According to Wizard Whilt's original intention, this should have been a way to pursue spiritual immortality, just like the gods...

In a sense, has it succeeded?"

Roy was slightly excited.

His own particularities made him truly confirm this result.

If it were someone else, or even Wizard Whilt himself, they wouldn't even be sure of success.

Of course, it took hundreds of years to accumulate such a small amount of source material, which is indeed too meager to be used only for the refinement of Black Iron-level talent.

This could even be a coincidence. I wonder how many similar locations I have to set up before I can verify it again.

If that's the case, I have to at least reach level two, or even level three or above, to be qualified to receive such fruits!

"Mr. Ilor, come and see!"

Suddenly, Mutrik on the other side also made his own discovery.

"Here are several brushes and unfinished sketches...

Do you think these could be the mysterious person's treasures?"

"These are just ordinary items."

Roy walked over and took a look.

"Is this true? Don't lie to me, please."

Mutrik looked skeptical.

Roy glanced at him, too lazy to explain further.

Compared to ordinary people, wizards have very long lives, and during this time, it is very common for them to study various side jobs, as well as knowledge such as philosophy and art.

He wanted to use art as a breakthrough point and use soul paintings to achieve his goals.

But I don’t have any talent as an artist, so I have to start from scratch.

Those things were obviously the common items used during the initial stage, and they were all ordinary items.

The truly valuable things, including the finished products of the soul pigment he researched, had long been taken away by the mysterious people who came and went, leaving not even a dregs.

Mutrick reacted and quickly explained: "I'm sorry, I'm not doubting you, I just feel a little disappointed.

Logically speaking, my ancestor might really be a legendary mysterious person...

There should be treasures in his castle!"

"Baby, there really is one, but it may not be suitable for you."

Roy looked at him meaningfully, but found the formula of what looked like soul paint on the wardrobe, a larger piece of furniture in the room.

Other mystics engraved messages on it with arcane symbols and proposed channels for mutual transactions and research and discussion.

I just don’t know if this information will still be effective after hundreds of years.

Moreover, compared with what he obtained through [Inspiration], the records above are undoubtedly incomplete and contain many errors.

However, after all, it is a stone from another mountain that can be used to polish jade and can still play a significant role in inspiration.

Some other information seems useful too.

"Soul painting..."

This is not part of alchemy, but it is closely related to the talent of the artist.

Roy stood and watched with great interest for a while, and suddenly realized that this was the painting technique passed down in the Mutrik family!
"You became a painter, is it because of your family's training?"

"Yes, several generations of my ancestors were painters, but few of them became famous. What's wrong?"

"Nothing, let's go."

……

Roy said to Mutrik as they boarded the flying reindeer and returned to Aplany City.

"Thank you very much for your cooperation. Thanks to the clues you provided, I learned some things...

Then it’s time to talk about compensation.”

Mutrik sat up straight immediately after hearing this.

"Sir, you promised me before that you would save me from the fire!

I know this is difficult for ordinary people, but for a mysterious person like you, it's just a matter of a word!"

"Of course, I'll help you get away from Pink Mary."

Roy said to him.

"But what happens after that?" "After that?"

Mutrik was stunned.

After a while, he murmured to himself: "I haven't thought about what happened afterwards..."

"You have a grudge against Duke Tulip, and there's a chance someone might covet your so-called family heirloom. If you don't resolve these hidden dangers, wouldn't all your efforts be in vain?"

Mutrik's scalp tingled: "What should I do then?"

Roy said, "I'll give you a few options. One is to fake your death and be reborn, changing your appearance and living a peaceful life somewhere where no one knows you..."

Mutrik's expression was a little struggling for a moment.

He knew this was a good outcome, safe and efficient.

But after suffering so much, I feel a little unwilling to leave my hometown so quietly.

and……

Roy continued, "One way is to redeem you in an upright manner, undergo gender reassignment transformation, and regain your masculinity!

I will find a way to support you in pursuing your artistic path, and avenge your shame as a master!"

Mutrik was overjoyed at first.

If even something like regaining our glory is possible, then I am willing to take the journey no matter how difficult and bumpy the road is.

But when I think about it again, I can't help but feel conflicted.

"That's the Duke!

Even if I really became a master of art, I wouldn't have the right to talk about revenge, right?"

Roy said: "Who knows?
All human wisdom is contained in these four words: 'wait' and 'hope'.

Perhaps the situation will change, and the Duke will be pulled down by the peasants he once was, and become dust that can be trampled on by others..."

"'Waiting' and 'Hoping'...

The situation is changing..."

Mutrik's eyes sparkled.

Roy said, “There’s an old saying in my hometown that following the teachings of a philosopher is like sitting patiently on a riverbank waiting for the floating corpse of your enemy.

There are so many dead people, floating on the water before my eyes day and night...

As long as you have enough patience, you will wait for this day sooner or later."

Mutrik savored the philosopher's teachings carefully, and his eyes became brighter!

"Also, in order to prevent you from being easily defeated, I decided to help you get back your ancestral title.

In other words, become a nobleman."

"what?"

Mutrik was stunned. This good thing that seemed like a pie in the sky made him feel like he was in a dream. He couldn't help muttering to himself.

“Such a great favor…

How can I repay you?"

Roy said generously: “Does someone like me still expect you to repay me?

Just think of it as fate's blessing, God's arrangement."

Mutrik's heart moved slightly. The person sitting in front of him really showed his divinity and was no different from a real god.

But in the blink of an eye, Roy said again: "If you must ask for something in return...

Promise me one thing!"

Mutrik hurriedly said, "Please speak."

"Become a truly great painter and help me create a classic that will be passed down through the ages!

If I have another chance hundreds of years from now, I will come to collect this reward."

He laid so much groundwork, acting as both a caring brother and the god of luck.

The real purpose is actually to preserve this artistic classic that will be passed down through the ages!

He really wanted to try and see if Mutrik could really create some surprises for himself by taking what his ancestors had passed down to him to the fullest extent.

Mutrik said without hesitation: "Okay!"

(End of this chapter)