The most shameless alchemist in history

"Oh, right, Professor Winster, there's something else I need. Could you please take a look at it for me?" Dure remembered something else.

He then took out another pair of gloves and handed them to Winster.

The gloves looked like the simplest leather gloves, plain and unremarkable, much like those used by ordinary craftsmen.

There are a few marks on it, which look old, and I don't know how many years it has been there.

“This is… an alchemical glove?” Winster frowned.

His expression was one of shock when he saw the cursed bracelet; he recognized it immediately.

But when he looked at the gloves, he remained silent for a long time.

"Yes, it has alchemical amplification effects, so it can be considered an alchemical amplification item?" Du Lei nodded.

He had used these gloves before when he was practicing alchemy.

But he didn't quite understand the characteristics and power of these gloves.

“No, strictly speaking, gloves are not alchemical amplification tools. They are isolation points that maintain the stability of various elements. Gloves are essential for alchemists, as I should have told you before,” Winster shook his head and corrected.

When he taught Dure alchemy, the latter had not yet mastered the basics and had neither the cursed bracelet nor the unknown gloves.

But now, three months later, the boy seems to have been reborn.

His progress was truly unprecedented in Winston's life.

Even someone like myself, who set a series of records in my youth and was hailed as a "genius that comes along only once in fifty years."

Perhaps it's even better?

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663 I would like to ask again

These gloves were obtained by Dure when he got lost in the Misty Forest. He hadn't noticed their existence at the time and only found them thanks to Xiaobai's reminder.

At first, Dure didn't know what the gloves could do. It wasn't until later, during the alchemy process, that he realized how helpful the gloves were. During piano practice, various elements were constantly being decomposed and recombined between his hands. This was a very dangerous process because even the slightest mistake could cause the elements to become unstable. For example, if a bowl of water were suddenly poured into boiling oil, it would have serious consequences. But with these gloves, these unexpected problems wouldn't occur. His alchemy process went very smoothly, and he was certain that a large part of the success was due to the gloves.

He tried to find out the origin of the gloves and consulted a lot of relevant information, but he had no clues. Now that he had returned to Maple Leaf Academy and met with Teacher Winster, he could take this opportunity to ask Winster for more information.

“Yes, I remember all of your teachings, Mr. Winster, but I’m still very curious about the origin of these gloves.” Dure nodded. What he said was true; his rapid progress was inseparable from Winster’s teachings.

“In a sense, gloves are an alchemist’s second life, even more important than amplification items like bracelets. As for your gloves, I can’t figure them out for the time being,” Winster said, frowning and shaking his head.

"Even you, Master Winster, don't know what it's made of?" Dure was somewhat surprised by Winster's answer, because in his view, Winster was a very knowledgeable and exceptionally skilled alchemist. If even Winster didn't know the answer, then the origin of this glove was truly mysterious.

“This world is vast, and the history of the continent is long and rich, especially in the field of alchemy. Over hundreds of years, great alchemists have left behind all sorts of ingenious masterpieces, so it’s not surprising that I can’t figure out its origins right away. After all, I’m really too insignificant compared to them,” West said with a smile.

“I see. Well then, Professor Winster, I have another question. May I ask you?” Dure thought for a moment and then asked.

"Whatever the question, Dure, just ask. I will answer it to the best of my ability." Winster waved his hand, signaling Dure to continue.

"I'd like to know, besides being used to create medicines and magical weapons, can alchemy be directly applied to combat?" Dure asked earnestly.

"Using alchemy in combat?" Winster pondered the question posed by Durei.

“Yes, because the fusion of elements with different attributes can unleash tremendous power. If this powerful energy were used in battle, it would definitely have excellent results.” Du Lei nodded and said. He had discovered the instability between elements during the refining process, because even the slightest mistake could trigger an explosion. The power of such an explosion was considerable, and even he himself dared not be careless. He then thought that if this energy were used to deal with enemies, it would surely be extremely effective.

“There are precedents for applying alchemy in actual combat, but you have to solve one problem,” Winster said after thinking for a moment.

"A problem? Professor Winster, what kind of problem needs to be solved?" Dure asked immediately, very interested in the question and eager to know the answer.

"It's a question about guidance." Winster didn't keep him in suspense and gave him the answer directly.

“Guide?” Du Lei paused for a moment, pondering the word repeatedly.

“Yes, if you want to use the nearby elements in combat, you must guide them properly, just like you draw a bucket of water from a pond and then throw it out. You need both the bucket and the force to throw it out. That’s guidance,” Winster explained patiently.

"I see. I think I understand now." Du Lei nodded thoughtfully, his mind racing as he considered the specific process of the guidance.

“Durey, your progress is indeed astonishing, but I hope you’ll be careful,” Winster said after a moment of silence.

"What should I pay attention to? Please tell me, Professor Winster." Dure listened attentively. He respected Winster very much, as the latter was his mentor in alchemy. Without Winster's guidance, he would have taken many detours.

“Every alchemist is a person who pursues the ultimate purity, but the purer one is, the easier it is to get stuck on a dead end. So when a problem cannot be solved, try to change your approach or take a different path. There is no need to keep going down a dead end, as that is meaningless,” Winster solemnly reminded him.

“I understand, thank you for reminding me, Professor Winster.” Dure nodded and wrote down Winster’s words.

"Does Durley have anything else to say?" Winster asked with a smile.

"No, not at all. I've already bothered you quite a bit, Professor Winston." Dure stood up, as if he intended to take his leave.

"Oh, right, Durey, wait a minute." Winster seemed to remember something and called out to Durey, who was about to leave.

“Professor Winster, is there anything I can help you with?” Dure stopped immediately and asked earnestly.

“I now manage the second and third floors of the library, so you can go upstairs to read books if you’re free,” Winster said with a smile.

"Upstairs?" Du Lei frowned. The library has five floors, each managed by a different teacher. He had been at Maple Leaf Academy for some time, but he had never been to the upper floors. He had heard long ago that the books on the upper floors were rarer and contained more ancient knowledge. He had wanted to go upstairs to read books before, but he could never find the teacher managing the upper floors. He couldn't get an application, so he couldn't go up.

“Yes, of course, only the second and third floors. The fourth and fifth floors are outside my authority,” Winster said softly.

"Even if it's just the second and third floors, it's still a great help. Thank you so much, Professor Winster!" Dure looked at Winster gratefully. He was currently in a state of idleness, with several problems that needed to be solved, but he couldn't find any clues or ideas for them. If he could go up to the upper floors to read books, he could solve these problems. Even if he couldn't solve them, he could at least find some clues for reference.

"Then you can go back now. You can go read whenever you want. I've already told them that you can go even if I'm not there." Winster waved his hand, signaling Dure to leave on his own.

"Alright, Professor Winster, I'll take my leave now. Thank you so much for today!" Du Lei thanked him again before leaving the library.

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664 Demon Hunter Squad

For the next week, Dure spent all his time in the library. During this time, nothing happened. He was constantly researching how to apply alchemy to actual combat and made several attempts, but the results were not significant. However, he has always been a very patient person.

He knew this was a long process, so he wasn't in a hurry. As for Prince Jett, who had clashed with Kelly and her brother before, he had quieted down recently. Kelly inquired and found out that Prince Jett was meeting with guests in Maple City every day, but she didn't know who he was meeting.

Sterling's sudden departure caused a minor stir within the academy. After all, he was a prominent figure at Maple Leaf Academy, and his sudden departure was a significant loss to the academy. However, after a week, the matter gradually faded from public memory, and people began to forget about it.

A week later, Dure discovered that he was being followed.

“You’ve been following me for three days now, so tell me, who are you? Just step forward. This cat-and-mouse game is so boring.” Du Lei looked at the moonlight in the sky and stopped suddenly when he led the man to the vicinity of the East Square on the right side of the academy. He spoke softly.

"You found out? You really have a keen intuition." Under the dim moonlight, a figure suddenly appeared in a place that had been empty. It was a woman wearing a black bodysuit and a mask, so her appearance could not be seen.

And it wasn't just her; Du Lei soon noticed that people were constantly appearing from all directions around him. All of them were dressed similarly to her, looking mysterious, and since they were able to break through the academy's patrol team to get here, it could be concluded that these people were all very skilled.

"I am truly flattered that you have arranged so many people to deal with me. So, who are you all?" Du Lei's gaze swept around. There were at least a dozen people nearby, who had taken up all the key positions, trapping him in the middle.

It was clear that these people were well-trained, and the aura emanating from them was very stable. Dure could tell that everyone here was a magic user, and their levels were not low. If it were him in the past, he would definitely have had a hard time dealing with this situation.

"You don't need to know who we are. All you need to know is that you have violated a taboo and must be eliminated!" the woman said coldly. She was not good with words and always put completing the task first, never causing any trouble.

"A taboo? I don't quite understand what you mean by that." Du Lei frowned, still trying to figure out where these people came from.

"Stop pretending! Don't you know you've broken a taboo? Attack! Eliminate him!" The woman was only responsible for carrying out the mission, not for verification or investigation. With her command, more than a dozen men in black launched a fierce attack on Du Lei.

"Even if they're targeting me, they should at least let me die knowing why. Attacking without any explanation is really frustrating." Du Lei calmly dodged the attack and took a step back, but his opponents were well-trained and coordinated, their attacks following him like a shadow.

Almost at the same moment he retreated, two more men brandished short knives and lunged at him from a very tricky angle, as if they had anticipated his move. It seemed that Du Lei had nowhere to hide and was in grave danger, but that was not the most dangerous thing.

While the dozen or so men in black launched their attack, the woman in charge remained motionless. Du Lei knew that she was looking for the best opportunity to strike. She was the last patient hunter in the night, waiting for the chance to kill her enemy with one blow before revealing her ferocious fangs and claws!

"Now!" Her pupils dilated suddenly. She was a highly experienced witcher. Although she was only sixteen or seventeen years old, she had participated in dozens of missions, and she had completed each one perfectly.

She was convinced that this time would be no exception, and compared to the missions she had participated in before, the difficulty of this mission was nothing!

She drew her sharp dagger and thrust it at her opponent. This was a sure thing for her, because she wouldn't have drawn her blade if she wasn't confident!

But an unexpected event, which shouldn't have happened, still occurred. It wasn't that her strike wasn't fierce enough; in fact, she didn't even have time to thrust it out because her body was frozen in mid-air, even though the blade in her hand was only a step away from the boy on the other side.

But she could not move forward an inch. Her body stiffened, and an unprecedentedly powerful force blocked her way!

"What's going on? What did you do?" She had never known what fear was, but at this moment, a strange emotion was spreading in her heart. She felt as if she had been swallowed by a flood, and large beads of cold sweat began to drip from her forehead.

“I remember now, you’re from the Magic Power Association, right? You should be from the Demon Hunter Squad. I’ve seen you before, but the leader back then wasn’t you, it was a girl named Anke.” Durei carefully recalled and finally found the corresponding memory in his mind.

"Anke? You know Anke? How is that possible? How could an evil person like you know her?" The girl was taken aback. She knew Anke, and they were good friends. This time, she was ordered to eliminate those who violated the taboo, but she did not expect to subdue them in one move.

She knew very well that if the boy in front of her wanted to, he could wipe them out with a single thought. She had underestimated his abilities and made a fatal mistake, but she was not annoyed or panicked by it. She accepted her defeat.

But what she couldn't understand was that such a person could say the name "Anke," which made her especially confused.

"Is it strange that I know Anko? Not only do I know Anko, I also know Grenier. You have someone with that name in your Magic Power Association, right?" Dure did not release the restraints on these people, and he asked calmly.

“Grenier…yes does exist, but…” She was becoming increasingly confused.

“Since you are from the Magic Power Association, then this must be a misunderstanding. Go back and tell Grenier that my name is Dure. I hope you will find out what happened before you come back to me.” Dure finally released himself from his restraints and said softly.

Under the moonlight, the dozen or so people from the Demon Hunter Corps of the Magic Power Association landed on the ground.

The hunt ended abruptly in this way before it even began.

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665. Send someone else.

Jet was waiting for good news. He was never the kind of person to repay evil with kindness. On the contrary, he would retaliate against anyone who offended him. This was common knowledge in the Land of Rain. No one had ever heard of His Highness Jet suffering a loss.

But now he has been defeated by an unknown boy from Maple Leaf Academy, yet he remains silent and patient. This is not because he has suddenly changed his nature and become tolerant and magnanimous, but because Haibo has other plans. Haibo sent a letter to the Magic Power Association early on, informing them that some lawbreakers have violated a dangerous taboo and that the Magic Power Association should handle the matter. This was originally an excellent way to kill someone with a borrowed knife.

However, his methods were quite effective, and things went very smoothly at first. For Prince Jet, all he needed to do was wait patiently for the outcome from the Magic Power Association. After all, he hadn't come to Maple City to pick a fight; he had important business to attend to.

However, when he learned of the progress of the matter from his confidant, he flew into a rage. The reason was simple: his confidant was in the academy and still saw that heinous criminal going to the library without any abnormality. Yet, he had clearly heard from other sources that the Demon Hunters' Guild should have arrived in Maple City last night!

"What on earth is going on? What are the people in the Magic Power Association doing? Such a big thing has happened within their association, why aren't they doing anything about it? Their efficiency is just too low!" Prince Jet was furious. He had originally thought that things would be handled properly and satisfactorily, but he hadn't expected things to develop like this. No wonder he was so angry.

"Well... Your Highness, I'm not quite sure either. Maybe something's happened." Adams, one of Jet's confidants, had been keeping an eye on the guy who had offended His Highness at Maple Leaf Academy. After all, he had offended Heber recently because of his poor performance, and Jet had sent him away, partly to keep him out of Heber's sight. Otherwise, if Heber didn't like him, Adams might run into some trouble.

"Where is Haibo? Where is he?!" Prince Jet was furious. It was Haibo who had advised him to use someone else to do the dirty work, but now that the plan had not achieved the desired effect, he desperately wanted an explanation from Haibo.

"Your Highness Jet, did you summon me?" Just then, a well-dressed old gentleman appeared at the gate and asked softly.

"Um... Your Highness, I shall take my leave now." Because of what happened last time, Adams was very wary of Haibo and didn't dare to look Haibo in the eye. Now that Haibo had appeared, he naturally had to leave in a sorry state.

"Uncle Hai, what's going on? Didn't you say that we could get rid of that kid cleanly and efficiently by using the Magic Power Association? But the people from the Magic Power Association arrived in Maple City yesterday, and that kid is still alive and well today. Do they want to take a tour and see the sights before they make a move?"

Jett questioned loudly. Today was supposed to be a day of celebration, with the arrogant fellow finally dealt with. But the outcome was completely different from what he had imagined. How could Jett tolerate this?

“Your Highness, I am aware of this matter. There was a minor mishap.” Haiber had anticipated Jett’s anger and answered calmly.

"A small accident? Then tell me what you'd call an accident?" Jett didn't accept this answer and asked aggressively.