The Alchemist's Guide to Flesh and Blood Ascension

Yonivore picked up a broken holy emblem left by Nehta—that big rat must have sneaked out and killed some church members.

The explosion marks on it were fresh, and the bloodstains were a mixture of gold and red.

"They're waiting for the right moment," Yonivo said, looking out the window as the night deepened, obscuring the corners of his upturned lips. "They're waiting for us, or someone else... to open that box completely."

"It's a pity the church people arrived too late," he said, fiddling with the quiet orchids by the window. "Even a mighty dragon can't suppress a local snake."

"We have plenty of time to figure out what lies deeper, and we have enough allies."

As night fell, the church lit a campfire outside the city, and the secrets buried deep underground were about to be revealed.

The next day, as always, Nehta emerged from the rats, now dressed in a trench coat befitting a ranger, and once again brought the latest news to Ionev.

"Dark's workshop has been targeted. Two unfamiliar faces are posing as customers buying parts... They're constantly trying to harass him and get information out of him, even asking who he's been in contact with recently."

He wiped the repeating crossbow in his hand and yawned: "Dark didn't say anything, and those two guys didn't go far, they just picked a tavern nearby to stay in."

Iseria rubbed her temples and poured out many letters from her arms. "Recently... there have been many anonymous letters being sent."

Yonivore took the letters, opened them one by one, and quickly flipped through them.

The letters were written in different handwritings, but their contents were largely the same.

"To the lecturer: The behavior of several vendors in the South District has changed drastically compared to before. See details..."

"To Heisenberg: There is an unusual light coming from Warehouse No. 3 in the dock area, suspected to be a radiant glow."

"To Younevo: Several merchants have recounted your deeds at the Hall of Trials Apothecary, the full list is as follows..."

The corners of the letters bore different signatures: simple herb shapes, rough magical symbols, ranging from the Mage Guild to the commoners of the city…

Ever since the misdeeds of Tircol Academy were intentionally or unintentionally exposed by the General Staff.

From some members of the General Assembly to ordinary citizens in the city, these people who already hated the church were even more disgusting.

Not to mention that the person they're targeting is Yonivore!

Nehta took out a few shelled nuts and popped them into his mouth, letting out a bizarre laugh: "Hehehe... Your reputation is quite effective, isn't it? The whole city is keeping an eye on you."

Yonivore shrugged noncommittally, unfolded a map of Starmoke, and used charcoal to draw a net based on the locations given in the letter.

"The Mage Association couldn't have let so many people in at once. My initial guess is... that this involves some kind of method by the Church to seal away memories."

"And this encirclement is centered around the pharmacy... Iserlia, contact Professor Marcus and have him relay this to the Oversight Council."

Congressman Norton's communication came at just the right time; his steady voice came from the other end of the crystal: "Yonev, the Church has learned of your plan to hunt the 'Colossus of Justice'."

"They've sent in three people, and also activated nine of their internal spies. The list will be given to you directly from headquarters. Be careful."

"That's perfect, I'll... go tease them first."

Just as Ionevoy's idea was spur-of-the-moment, his entire plan was permeated by several deliberate "coincidences".

Right in front of the tavern in front of the Dalk workshop, he was walking down the sparsely populated street with a parchment scroll in his hand when he "coincidentally" encountered the two men as he passed by the tavern.

The two men exchanged a simple glance and then planned to pass by Yoniv from the left and right, taking the opportunity to mark him with the holy symbol of tracing.

boom!

The next moment, the two of them were sent flying straight away by Yonivore.

The latter looked surprised and threw the dagger he had prepared on the ground.

Such terrible acting!

Yunevo screamed, "Good heavens, a murder in broad daylight?! Someone is trying to assassinate a lecturer at Tus Academy! Someone, save me!"

The commoners living on this street craned their necks and saw the person pleading for help... in black robes and with black hair, it was a lecturer from Tus Academy?

Isn't that Yonivore? Someone actually wants to mess with Yonivore?!

As for the possibility of fabrication and false accusation... that's practically zero for this legendary alchemist who has benefited so many people!

In the blink of an eye, several shirtless commoners grabbed brooms and shovels from their homes and rushed forward, beating the two men on the ground before Yunevo could even speak.

"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me! Oh dear..." Yunefu looked distressed.

Two red-robed inspectors arrived late, and without a word, they parted the crowd and sealed the magical energy channels of the two people on the ground.

All of this seems far too frivolous, but it truly reflects Starmock's attitude towards the Church—the disaster nearly caused a generational gap in the ranks of mages.

Next, it's just a formality: Yonivo personally provides the grueling alchemical potion, combined with a harsh and cold environment... and the General Assembly sends people to interrogate the person personally.

Then the two criminals who attempted to murder the Tus Academy lecturer will escape from prison and disappear completely into the plains leading to Hart City.

Anyway, it has nothing to do with Yonivore.

……

"Suggest using spies to infiltrate Tus and behead them directly? Are they out of their minds?" Sister Olivia sat beside a makeshift outpost outside the city, her lips twitching.

"Tus is protecting him, that's true, but can't the entire Starmoke protect him?"

With that thought in mind, Olivia ordered the group, "Advance to the entire stronghold, prepare to put pressure on Starmock..."

"Our goal is simple, we are even willing to cede some interests. Bishop Uriel has given a death order... We must find that alchemist, alive or dead."

……

"Yonev, what do you think?" Norton couldn't help but chuckle.

"I see with my eyes," the black-robed alchemist rolled his eyes.

"Isn't the information clear enough? Including the specific movements of this group of people," the doting father councilor continued to ask.

"certainly."

"That's good..." Norton nodded, his tone somewhat helpless. "Nolay still often talks about that experience, saying it involved some kind of brilliant wisdom and some kind of miraculous magical reaction..."

What was the reaction that temporarily froze the roots of the ancient iron-core tree?

Hmm... It seems like this thing could be applied to the gargoyle's armor if we change the method?

Eunice pinched his cheek and hastily ended his conversation with Senator Norton.

He had watched sword-forging competitions and knew about the suffocatingly low success rate of water quenching...

It is known that the gargoyles do not pair well with that layer of dark gold armor... just like steel covered in plating.

The fully heated coating, when exposed to low-temperature water, shatters into numerous fragments.

The anti-magic stone... would Yunevo be afraid of that thing?