The Alchemist's Guide to Flesh and Blood Ascension

The Miracle Alchemy Street was eerily quiet. Outside the "Heisenberg" Pharmacy, a figure lingered in the shadows for a long time.

He carefully inspected every door and window of the building... even the drainage ditch, but finally chose the ventilation duct in the back alley as the entry point.

Surprisingly, the process went quite smoothly, as if a deity had specifically shown him the way.

The intruder plunged into the first floor of the pharmacy and quickly searched the entire store... counters, shelves, and even every drawer of the worktable.

But aside from the potion recipe and Iseria's graffiti...

Got nothing.

He looked toward the staircase leading to the second floor.

As I stepped onto the first step... a familiar trap-triggered sound suddenly rang out beneath my feet!

Yonivore cut off the "surveillance" footage from the first floor, leaving only the pre-prepared audio of a fierce fight—primarily depicting the arduous resistance of the kind and innocent shopkeeper.

As the audio slowly played to its end, he stretched his limbs and completely cut off the "monitoring."

The perpetrator was caught red-handed!

The baton was wielded with force! Law enforcement was conducted with compassion!

……

The following night, the central banquet hall of the Tuss College was brightly lit.

The crystal chandelier refracted dappled light and shadow, casting spots of light on the ground. A dark blue tablecloth with silver trim was laid on the long table, where exquisite crystal glasses and neatly arranged silver cutlery were placed.

Eunice was wearing a simple black dress issued by the Tus Academy—also the formal attire of a lecturer—with patterns outlined in gold symbols on the cuffs.

Beside him was Iserlia, who had changed into a light blue knee-length dress. Her long, creamy white hair was tied up with an exquisite hairpin, revealing her fair neck... She naturally took Yunefu's arm.

On the other side of Yonivore was a burlap sack being dragged on the ground.

The entire venue fell silent for a moment before returning to its usual noisy state.

Tide Mage Tedes had arrived early and was being surrounded by several professors from the students' side, who were asking him about his well-being. He was also wearing a dark blue robe with the Cole family crest on his chest.

Nehta, as the ratman representative negotiating with the General Assembly, naturally couldn't miss such a grand occasion. He was by the railing on the second floor, holding a glass of red wine in one paw and stuffing fine cheese into his mouth with the other.

"Look who's here! Lecturer Junevo, and the little genius Iserlia!" Professor Marcus's booming voice rang out as he strode towards the two. "Well done with the school history museum!"

"It's my duty..." Yunevo replied.

"Modest, too modest! You are the 'hosts' of today's banquet, wherever you go... the spotlight will follow!" Marcus laughed heartily, then lowered his voice.

He continued, "They always say that when the time is right... your safety will be guaranteed to the greatest extent possible, a promise personally made by the dean."

Yonivo nodded, his gaze sweeping across the banquet hall, which housed about sixty people, including many professors and senior lecturers from the Tus Academy—the kind who were particularly skilled in practical combat.

Of course, there were also several representatives who came from the headquarters.

Waiters carried silver trays through the crowd, the trays laden with various drinks, such as amber-colored fruit wine, or bubbling magical spring water, and more...

The glass was stained with poisoned grape juice, marked with a symbol visible only to members of the Tuss College.

Iseria instinctively tightened her grip on Yunevo's arm.

The representative who took the stage to speak was the dean of the academy, an eighth-order mage who could temporarily shatter space with a wave of his hand.

The cheerful old man tapped the crystal glass in his hand, the crisp sound echoing throughout the hall, causing everyone to fall silent and turn to face the podium at the front of the hall.

"Colleagues! Today we gather here not only to celebrate, but also to remember—to remember the outstanding contributions made by the young Lecturer Yonivo and his team to the Stamok Foundation!"

"I will not say any more. By resolution of the professors' joint meeting, I hereby award the 'Silver Star of Tus' medal to Younevo and his team in recognition of their..."

Before he could finish speaking, the waiter carrying the poisoned wine had already made his way through the crowd again, approached Youne, and bowed slightly, saying, "Lecturer, this is a special drink prepared for you."

Yonivore stared at the glass of wine, the deep purple liquid swirling within, with a few silver particles floating on the surface, and his lips twitched.

But he did something that silenced the entire room—he brought the wine glass to his nose and took a deep sniff.

"A unique recipe... it even has the herbal aroma of the liver of the lizard."

The waiter's hands trembled.

The next moment, Yonivore drank the entire cup of poisoned wine in one gulp!

The liver of the Fiend Lizard is resistant to poison, while the Spellbreaker Bone can suppress the malicious magic in the wine.

When the time was right, the waiter's eyes sharpened, and he suddenly sprang up in full view of everyone!

He wielded a poisoned short blade in each hand, transforming into a black shadow as he attacked Yunevo!

The first stab was aimed straight at the heart!

The blade pierced Yonivo's chest cavity, and with a crisp "clang," the recoil from his tiger's mouth was no different from hitting a stone!

The waiter looked on incredulously. The short blade in his left hand, which he had just swung at Yune's neck, was now covered in a dark purple light—[Armor Piercing], a thief's combat skill that could effectively penetrate shields!

clang!

Another crisp sound rang out, and the light clinging to the blade vanished in an instant—clearly caused by [Defeat Demon]!

The assassin froze on the spot, unsure whether to run or fight.

No one in the banquet hall panicked or screamed. The professors and lecturers held their wine glasses, and the head mage looked at the assassin in the center with pity.

It's like watching insects scurrying around in a glass tank.

"I bet ten gold coins he won't do anything," the old dean said with a smile.

"Fifteen, he'll struggle to survive..." Marcus took a sip of his drink.

The assassin abruptly turned his head to look around, finally realizing something—the mages' staffs that had been hidden in their sleeves, and the barrier that had lit up in the corner at some unknown time…

This whole thing was a scheme orchestrated for the church from beginning to end!

And he's an idiot who jumped out on his own initiative!

"Good to know..." The dean slowly walked down, patted the assassin on the shoulder, and waved to summon three high-ranking mages from the Overwatch Council who had been waiting for a long time.

The assassin did not struggle, being dragged away like a dead dog. Only as he passed by Yunefu did he hoarsely say, "Bishop Uriel... will not let you go."

"I won't let him get away with this either," Yoniv laughed.

The old dean had returned to the stage at some point, a smile spreading across his face once more: "Where were we? The awarding of medals? Oh right, the awarding of medals..."

He pulled out four light blue velvet boxes from his pocket, each containing a silver six-pointed star badge with a specially made crystal representing Tuss Academy in the center.

"The four of you, please come forward!"

The applause was enthusiastic and sincere.

"The banquet...continues!"

The music started again, and conversations and laughter filled the air... as if the assassination attempt had never happened.

The night was still long, and a small team dispatched by the Mage Guild had quietly surrounded the church members outside the city, awaiting a new set of orders.