Wizard Alchemist

Chapter 369 Oliver Twist
Why do poor people use wooden bowls and spoons instead of golden bowls and forks to enjoy their food?

Of course it’s subject to conditions!
An extension of this is the issue of cost-effectiveness.

Those wizards who are not poor also prefer to use stone for carving.

Another factor that cannot be ignored is the difficulty of processing and forging.

Not everyone has knowledge of the [Sulfur-Mercury Theory] and Zabeel Magic Gold.

This is a huge, complex and unfamiliar system. If ordinary people do not have a talent like mine for [Sulfur and Mercury Theory], they will have to spend their entire lives trying to get started and master it.

In addition, from the perspective of active energy, driving metal is much more difficult than driving stone.

"I possess the alchemical talent of the [Sulfur-Mercury Theory]. Logically, I should be able to create a powerful metal golem by adjusting the sulfur-mercury ratio of Zabir Magic Gold.

This fire copper is the demonized metal component of bronze and fully meets the requirements.

It is now possible to engrave the activation magic into the soul and become a "first-level activation magic".

Unconsciously, these requirements have been fully met...

Maybe you can give it a try!"

What Roy was thinking about now was nothing else but the original purpose of coming to the Aster world, which was to create a powerful golem in order to pass the organization's test.

In order to pass such a test, all the participants have always strived for excellence.

He was not just comparing himself with the alchemists of the time. Even if he possessed multiple talents, if he did not show some real skills, he would probably be lost in the crowd.

……

“Zabir Demon Gold… Fire Copper!
Requires Red Flame Stone and Demonized Fire Copper...

It would be best if we could add some special magical materials like fire dragon blood or earth core lava!"

Roy looked up the world's astronomy, geography, customs, and the actual conditions of various mineral resources and products, and combined them with the knowledge in his mind, he soon came up with a specific plan.

"It's not realistic to get fire dragon blood, let's get the lava from the earth's core!"

Scarlet Flame Stone and Demonized Fire Copper are both produced in this world, and can even be purchased at places like the Antonla Opera House.

The most rare thing is probably the symbol that triggers metal transmutation.

There are actually quite a lot of alternative materials, but considering the current reality, core lava would be better.

For this purpose, he found Planjie.

"Go and help me find it."

"Really? This kind of thing is really troublesome!"

Planjie was still quite reluctant.

"Just consider it your master's mission!
If there's a chance in the future, I'll reward you with a set of armor and equipment!"

Roy offered bribes.

"Really?"

Planjie immediately turned her resentment into joy.

As an alchemist, Roy can refine a lot of good things.

……

More than three months later.

66 King Street.

The dusty Planjie knocked on the door.

When Atidiya came out and opened the door, she couldn't help but look miserable.

"Finally back, I'm almost dying of exhaustion!"

The lava from the earth's core in the mortal world is not necessarily difficult to obtain, but it is inevitable to travel around and be exhausted.

She also realized that her master's task was indeed not easy.

"That's great!

Even Lord Roy was still talking about you this morning."

Atidiya showed a hint of surprise on her face.

"Tsk! What he said must be nothing good!"

Planjie said.

Not long after, the two came to the inner courtyard.

I saw a handsome young man half lying at the entrance of the small garden, with the late spring wisteria trellis blooming above him, like a purple umbrella.

The wooden rocking chair squeaked lazily with the rhythm. A black cat wearing an apron and dressed as a little maid stood up, placed her hands on his shoulders, and kneaded them vigorously.

From time to time, he would get close to my neck and ask flatteringly, "Master, is this strength okay, meow?"

"Yeah." Roy narrowed his eyes slightly and said with satisfaction, "Not bad, not bad, Domi, you are becoming more mature and reliable."

"Meow!" The black cat adjusted its floral apron, and pressed the pink pads of its furry paws against Roy's shoulder blades again, kneading them as hard as a kitten kneading milk.

While stepping, he made a comfortable purring sound.

Roy smiled and raised his hand to scratch its chin.

Gee!

Planjie couldn't help but sigh inwardly. This stinky cat was both arrogant and lazy. It was only obedient and clever in front of Roy.

"Planjie, are you back?"

Roy glanced at her, and his eyes were immediately drawn to the object in her hand.

The small jar of core lava sealed in a special container was in a paste-like state, emitting an orange-yellow light.

"Not bad, not bad, Planjie, you are mature and reliable too."

After inspecting the results of Planjie's work, Roy gave high praise.

Planjie was a little stunned.

So what you mean by mature and reliable is the master's ability to complete his tasks well, right?

"With these things, it should be enough to complete the transformation of fire copper."

Roy leaned slightly to the side, supporting his head with one hand and looking at the necessary materials in the special jar with the other, thinking.

……

Downtown, south city, orphanage.

A middle-aged man wearing a woolen coat and a top hat stepped in.

"Sir, you are finally here!"

Several staff members gathered around with enthusiastic smiles on their faces.

"The adoption procedures have been completed, and we are just waiting for you to choose!"

The middle-aged man nodded slightly and didn't say much to them.

"Most of these are children of refugees who have been here for the past few years..."

"There are also a small number of people with local household registration, but they have no parents or relatives..."

The dean and staff continued to explain the situation while leading the middle-aged man through a corridor filled with various debris.

Not long after, a dozen children appeared in the yard, each looking over with an expression of restraint, curiosity, or uneasiness.

The middle-aged man glanced around, automatically ignoring those thin, small, stupid, and seemingly useless targets, and focused his attention on a boy who was about 10 years old.

He was wearing an ill-fitting adult coat that might have been a relic of his parents. His brown and yellow hair was as messy as a chicken coop, his face was dirty, and his expression was a little dull.

But his eyes are exceptionally bright, leaving a deep impression on people at first sight.

"That kid," the middle-aged man pointed at the boy, "what's his name?"

"Oh, that's Oliver," the staff member replied. "Two years ago, his father died in the Black Mist incident, and his mother and sister also died of illness one after another."

Oliver's eyes flashed as he listened to the staff introducing his life story, but he didn't say much.

"Just him."

The middle-aged man listened patiently for a while and pointed at Oliver.

Facing the finger that seemed to be calling by fate, Oliver's eyes moved slightly, and he finally saw the other person's face clearly.

That was Fu Di, a follower of the evil god who once followed Riley Boli and had experience in arranging rituals!
(End of this chapter)