The most shameless alchemist in history

“Hey, I can’t pretend I didn’t hear you talking badly about someone in front of them,” Lance retorted, clearly displeased with Kelly’s words.

“I wasn’t saying anything bad about anyone in front of them; I was just stating an objective fact,” Kelly replied coldly.

"Kelly, you bastard..." Lance was so angry with Kelly that he almost fainted.

"Lance and Kelly are really something, they always argue every time they meet, it's so funny," Messiah said with a smile.

"It's not interesting at all!" Lance and Kelly said the same thing at the same time, both staring blankly at each other.

"And they really do have great chemistry," Du Lei chimed in with a smile.

"How could there be any tacit understanding!" the two parties said in unison.

"See, see, you said you had no chemistry, isn't this the most direct proof?" Du Lei was completely watching the show.

“Saiah, let’s go. I don’t want to be in the same place as this guy. The air stinks wherever he is.” Kelly glared at Lance resentfully and beckoned Messiah to leave with her.

"Who are you calling smelly? I shower every day, okay?" Lance retorted indignantly.

"Oh dear, Kelly is just that kind of two-faced person. Dure, Lance, we're leaving now, goodbye." Messiah smiled and comforted Lance.

"By the way, Du Lei, I heard that the envoy from the capital will be coming to our academy soon." Messiah remembered something before leaving and turned back to tell Du Lei.

"An envoy from the capital?" Dure was stunned; this was the first time he had ever heard of such a thing.

“That’s right, they are envoys from Frost City, the capital of the Snow Kingdom. I just heard about them from them.” Messiah nodded.

"Saya, if you don't leave, I'm not going to take care of you anymore," Kelly's voice drifted from afar.

"Okay, Kelly, wait for me. Well then, Dure, see you tomorrow." Messiah saw that Kelly had already walked far away and hurriedly chased after her.

"See you tomorrow...the envoy from the capital?" Dureh pondered the words again.

"Durey, do I really smell that bad?" Lance raised his arm and sniffed it, somewhat puzzled.

"Or maybe I should just take a shower every day?" Lance said to himself.

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338 came to conduct official business

After half a month of spring rain, the seeds buried deep in the ground bloomed into beautiful flowers. The area around Maple Leaf Academy, which was originally somewhat gloomy, became vibrant with the adornment of blooming flowers and new leaves. For the past half month, the academy has been mostly peaceful.

The students lived their lives at their own pace, but in just a few days, rumors began to circulate in the academy that a big shot from the capital was about to visit Maple Leaf Academy, which caused a minor commotion. However, these rumors only lasted for a week.

Having waited a full week without seeing the so-called important figure arrive, the girls who had been full of expectations were somewhat disappointed. They had heard that a noble young man was coming, and since they hadn't seen him, the so-called visit by an envoy was probably just a rumor.

However, on this very day, a young man dressed in a hooded coat entered the academy silently. His appearance was obscured by the hood, making it impossible to see clearly. In addition, he had no attendants and no pomp and circumstance, which made him easy to overlook.

After all, there are quite a few noble children in Maple Leaf Academy, many of whom are handsome and outstanding. The girls were already dazzled by them. If they could just ignore him because of his unremarkable appearance, that would be fine. But when he walked by silently, some girls looked over with a puzzled expression.

"What's wrong with you? You look strange." The girl's companion looked at her suspiciously and asked what she was looking at.

"Over there...it looks like someone walked by?" The girl wasn't sure, even though the young man wearing a hood had just walked past her, only a few meters away, and he had clearly stopped and turned around after hearing her words.

"What? Someone walked by? But I didn't see anything. Are you seeing things?" The girl's companion looked in the direction she was pointing, but there was nothing there. She looked at her blankly, assuming that she was just daydreaming.

"Did I really see wrong? It feels so strange. Oh well, maybe I haven't been sleeping well lately." Although the girl had many doubts, she thought about it and decided not to investigate further. The two of them quickly walked away.

"What a perceptive girl," the hooded young man remarked. Though his face was obscured by the hood, the smile playing on his lips was clearly visible.

"Is that you?" Just as the young man turned to look at the girl walking away, a cold and stiff voice came from behind him.

"Oh dear, I was wondering when I would be discovered after entering Maple Leaf Academy. I didn't expect to be discovered so soon?" The young man seemed a little surprised. He slowly turned his head, and less than three meters away from him, a boy coldly sized him up.

"What are you doing here?" The boy's eyes were sharp. Although he was very young, looking only fifteen or sixteen years old, his name was known to everyone in the vast Maple Leaf Academy. This was not because his name was particularly pleasant to hear or easy to remember.

Instead, since he entered Maple Leaf Academy, he has challenged no fewer than twenty senior students. His reputation can be said to have been earned by his fists. However, what made him famous was the previous level assessment, if it weren't for the malfunction in the middle.

Then his level assessment result should definitely not be just eight-star mid-level, but three-star high-level!

"What, is this how you welcome an old friend after so long, Sterling?" The young man slowly removed his hood, revealing his facial features. He had rare, snow-white hair, while his pupils were golden. He was handsome with deep-set eyes.

His elegant and noble demeanor made him an aristocrat from birth, the kind who stands at the top of the pyramid. Such a person is destined to be extraordinary. He slowly walked towards his "old friend" Sterling, who was known for his domineering attitude in the academy. Sterling took a step back.

"I'm not your friend, and I don't want anything to do with you!" Sterling shouted angrily. Anyone who saw this scene would be very surprised, because even Sterling was forced to back away, but in reality, no one would notice them.

Even though there were many people walking around them, chatting and laughing, they couldn't see the young man and Sterling because they were shrouded in a faint glow, as if they had merged with the sunlight.

“You’re really hurting me to say that. Your family misses you terribly. Are you going to keep being stubborn and refuse to go back?” the young man said calmly. Sterling had always been a loner in the academy, and no one made friends with him, so no one knew where he came from.

But the young man seemed to know everything about Sterling's background; in fact, he knew a lot about Sterling's family.

“This is my business, none of your concern!” Sterling was highly hostile; he knew very well that the person in front of him was no saint.

"I was just concerned about you. Since you say that, then just pretend I didn't say anything." The young man looked somewhat regretful.

“You still haven’t told me what you’re here for!” Sterling emphasized.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to cause you trouble, but to take care of some business. But before that... I need to see someone else." The young man's gaze swept around the academy; this was his first time at Maple Leaf Academy.

"The person you met was... her?" Sterling thought for a moment. There weren't many people in Maple Leaf Academy who had connections with the man in front of him. He was one, and the other person was another.

"Almost there. I'm going to find her now, so let's save our reminiscing for later." The young man slowly put on his hood, and when he took it off, he seemed to blend into the sunlight, radiating a warm and approachable aura.

But when he put on his hood, that approachability vanished in an instant, replaced by a blurry black shadow that enveloped him, making him seem like a ghost wandering the world.

“I’ll say it again, we have nothing to do with each other, and I don’t want to see you again.” Sterling left without looking back.

Although he maintained a calm demeanor while speaking to the young people, his heart was actually in turmoil.

Because he knew very well that wherever that young man appeared, a bloodbath would surely ensue.

That was an extremely dangerous guy, one that even I would tremble with fear!

"Have you gone far? I thought you'd improved a bit after all this time, but it seems you haven't changed much... However, there is a slight difference, just a tiny bit." The young man watched Sterling's retreating figure and gave a strange smile.

"Well then, let me see what you'll be like this, since I haven't seen you in so long. I hope you won't disappoint me, because... the consequences of disappointing me are quite severe." The young man continued forward.

The sun shone brightly around him, and young men and women chatted and laughed as they passed by, but no one noticed his presence.

He was like a shadow, like a ghost, like someone living in the cracks of time and space.

He came, he left, leaving no trace, only withering and death.

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339 That Sunny Day

Yuffie has never been an easy person to talk to. Born into a wealthy and noble family, she has a terrible personality. Although everyone treats her with respect on the surface and calls her "Miss," in reality, everyone curses her behind her back, especially those who have been bullied by her.

If it weren't for her status, she probably would have met a miserable end long ago. There are just as many people waiting to see her make a fool of herself as there are people who flatter her to her face, and Yuffie is well aware of this.

In fact, she often wondered when she had become so willful, capricious, and easily angered.

Yuffie stood on the balcony, pondering the question over and over again, even though she couldn't come up with a solution despite thinking about it countless times. The sunlight was charming yet dazzling, and birds flew back and forth from the branches, with some bolder ones even perching on the windowsill and peering out curiously.

Downstairs by the tree, a big tabby cat was sunbathing on its back. It had been raining a lot lately, and the streets were all wet, so there wasn't a good place to sunbathe. Now that the weather was nice, it naturally wouldn't miss the chance. Everything around it seemed so natural and peaceful.

Isn't this exactly the same as that bright spring many years ago?

Yes, the weather was just as beautiful that day. Yuffie's vision blurred, and her thoughts began to trace back along the river of memory to that morning many years ago. Back then, she was still called Yuffie, but she wasn't the spoiled and willful young lady she was now, not even a young lady.

The weather was sunny, just like today, but the location wasn't Maple Leaf Academy. It was a street near a river, where you could see tall, bustling buildings across the river—symbols of a modern metropolis. But unfortunately, on this side of the river, the bustling atmosphere was nowhere to be found.

This area is a desolate and dilapidated cluster of low-rise houses. Most of these houses are broken and patched up with wooden planks to prevent drafts when it's windy or rainy. The two sides of the river are like two different worlds, with people living very different lives.

This may seem a bit unfair, but in another respect, the gods are very fair. Whether it's the rich people on the other side of the river or the poor people on this side, they all enjoy the same amount of sunshine, without bias. At least that's what the six or seven-year-old girl thought.

Of course, it would be difficult for her to come to such a conclusion at her age, so this was not a result of her independent thinking. It was something her mother told her. She always listened to her mother, so she would remember everything her mother said without exception.

"These are Mom's favorite flowers. If I put them in the house, Mom will be very happy, and she will get better quickly." The little girl held a bunch of blue flowers in her hands, which she had picked early in the morning on the hillside, even though her mother had told her not to go out unnecessarily.

But she still wanted to do something, and luckily she was fortunate enough not to encounter any strange people today and returned to the neighborhood smoothly.

"When Mom gets better, I will pick lots and lots of flowers, divide them into two portions, one for Mom and the other for God. I pray to God every day. If Mom gets better, I will not only give you lots of flowers, but I will also share half of my candy with you."

As the little girl walked, she looked up at the sky. Her mother had told her that the sky was where the gods lived, but when she was lost, she should make a wish to the gods, and they would surely hear her.

The little girl, engrossed in her prayers, didn't notice that several older boys were playing football not far from her. The ball flew back and forth between their feet, and then, someone kicked it off course, sending it hurtling towards the little girl.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, it hurts so much!" The little girl, who was praying to the sky, was caught off guard and kicked by a flying ball.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? How did you kick the ball so wide? Hurry up and pick it up. You kicked it so badly, I'm not playing with you next time." One of the boys playing soccer yelled at the chubby boy who kicked the ball wide, clearly very dissatisfied with his behavior.

"It wasn't me who kicked it wrong, it was clearly yourselves who failed to catch it, okay? Why are you blaming me? Just pick up the ball, what's with the attitude?" Although the chubby boy was a little unwilling, he still obediently went over and picked up the ball.

"Is this...your thing? Here you go." The little girl saw the ball next to her, carefully put down the flower in her hand, and ran over to pick up the ball. Just then, the chubby boy came over, and she handed him the ball with a sweet smile.

"Who told you to touch my ball!" The chubby boy snatched the ball from her hand and shoved her at the same time.

"I, I didn't mean to, please don't be angry..." The little girl was thin and stumbled and almost fell to the ground. Although she had been wronged, she remembered her mother's instructions and took the initiative to apologize to the other party.

"Hey, why are you taking so long to pick up the ball? Oh, isn't this that little bastard? Why are you talking to her like that? What, do you want to be friends with her?" The little fat boy's teammate, who had been playing football with him for a while, came over to check on him when he saw that he hadn't picked up the ball.

"Little bastard?" The little girl tilted her head, somewhat confused, when she heard them call her that. She didn't know what it meant.

"That's right, it's a bastard child, born to an unclean woman and a homeless man who appeared out of nowhere. What else could it be but a bastard? The adults all say that unclean women are cursed by the gods, which is why she got sick. This is the gods' punishment for her."

The boy in the lead sneered and looked down on the frail little girl with condescension.

"An unclean woman? Sick? Who are you talking about?" The little girl still didn't quite understand.

"Look, she doesn't even know who we're talking about. Is she stupid? As expected of a bastard, she's a bastard. Her intelligence is even lower than that of a stray dog ​​on the street." The boy laughed unrestrainedly, and the others burst into laughter after him.

"I've given the ball back to you. I'm going home now; my mom is waiting for me." The little girl didn't understand what these people were saying and felt out of place with them. She immediately went over to pick up the flowers she had just placed on the ground and prepared to go home.

"Hey, what's this?" The boy noticed the flowers on the ground and walked over to ask.

"This is Mom's favorite flower, called an iris. I picked it from the hillside early this morning. I'm bringing it back to put by Mom's bedside. I'm sure she'll get better soon. It's beautiful, isn't it? I'll give one to you..." the little girl said with a smile.

She looks especially beautiful when she smiles; her sweet smile seems to have the power to heal the soul.

"Who wants a little bastard like you? Someone like you, unblessed by the gods, was born a mistake. The adults all say that unclean woman is about to die, so you might as well disappear from this world with her!" The boy grinned savagely, then raised his head and stomped down hard!

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340 Butterfly Hair Clip

The delicate blue flower shattered instantly with that one step. Just then, a gust of wind blew by, and the scattered petals fluttered like butterflies. But while butterflies linger among the flowers, the petals, after a brief moment of drifting, floated down toward the water.

The little girl stared blankly at the scene, filled with confusion and incomprehension. She didn't know why they were doing this. These were flowers she had picked from the hillside with all her might, flowers she had happily brought back to give to her mother.