The most shameless alchemist in history

This magic energy bullet is incredibly powerful, possessing greater penetrating power and lethality than ordinary bullets. Based on the traces of magic energy reaction left at the scene, Du Lei deduced that the lethality of this magic energy bullet, if converted to magic energy unit indexes, would be at least 2000 points of attack power.

This is an attack that only a Battle-ranked magic user can unleash.

You should know that people who can reach the strength of a King-level magic user are extremely rare. At most, a country can only have a few. To be able to unleash an attack with a magic energy reaction index of two thousand points in a short moment is enough to show that the opponent's attack power is extremely strong. Moreover, the opponent's decisive retreat after the first attack failed, without any hesitation, shows that the opponent had obviously planned it for a long time and it was definitely not a spur-of-the-moment decision.

"It's outrageous! These rebels are too rampant. I didn't expect Mr. Dure to encounter such a thing so soon after arriving in Stormy City. I'm very sorry. But Mr. Dure, please rest assured, I assure you that you will never encounter a similar situation again!" Ghost was also drenched in cold sweat from the attack.

Fortunately, Dure is a powerful magic user, not an ordinary person.

The attack came too suddenly, and even without ghosts, they didn't have time to react. If it were just an ordinary person, they would have been shot and fallen to the ground. The fact that such a vicious incident occurred in Stormy City during this critical period made the ghosts feel uneasy.

"It's alright, I'm perfectly fine now, nothing's wrong with me at all. But Mr. Ghost, what about the rebels you mentioned earlier?" Dure shook his head slightly, indicating that he was alright, and that kind of attack posed no real threat to him.

However, he had only been in Stormy City for a day; he had only decided to come to Stormy City with Spectre yesterday.

This means that not many people know he has come to this place, and the possibility of him ambushing him here in advance is even more slim. Firstly, he has not made many enemies, and secondly, the other party does not have enough time to prepare.

So, logically speaking, it doesn't make sense for the other party to be targeting him. The only explanation is that the other party wasn't targeting him and that the attack was probably due to some misunderstanding.

"Well... let's talk about the details when we get to the mansion." Ghost hesitated for a moment, then gestured for Dure to leave the train station temporarily.

Because he was unsure whether the other party would launch a new attack, although he believed that with Dure's strength, it would be difficult for the other party to harm him, such a thing had happened so soon after arriving in Storm City, which inevitably made him lose face.

After nodding, Dure followed Spectre out of the train station. Soon they arrived at a mansion near the Duke's mansion in Stormstorm City. According to Spectre, this mansion was used by Jester to receive guests, but Jester was not in the mansion at the moment.

Although it was already late at night, the mansion was still brightly lit.

Many prominent figures from Stormy City were already waiting here to receive Du Lei, including several elderly people over seventy years old. Given their age and the fact that it was a rainy night, their bodies would definitely find it difficult to withstand the cold wind.

However, they still acted as guests here. On the one hand, it can be seen that this shows the importance that Duke Jester of the Rain Kingdom, as the master of Stormy City, attaches to Dure. On the other hand, these people are very afraid of Jester, otherwise they would not have come here with their old bones.

Under the Ghost's arrangement, not only was food and drink prepared in the mansion, but also many dancers gracefully performed, creating a scene reminiscent of a grand banquet.

It felt as if the attack I experienced at the train station was something from the last century.

Dure didn't like such occasions. When he was still serving as the Inspector General of the Snow Kingdom, he had issued an order prohibiting officials of all ranks from holding large banquets to prevent extravagance and waste. However, in Storm City, he was a guest, not the Inspector General, so he could only remain silent.

At the banquet, wine glasses clinked and many people greeted Dure. They were all high-ranking nobles from the northern part of the Rain Kingdom. Dure responded coldly. Two dancers accompanied him with wine, their affection as tender as water, but he always kept a distance from them.

The banquet lasted for more than an hour, and it was already past midnight. Seeing that Dure was not in high spirits and looked somewhat tired, the Ghost arranged for someone to let Dure rest, and the elderly nobles breathed a sigh of relief.

It was too much trouble for them to stay up all night as guests. They left the mansion one by one, and soon the noisy and bustling mansion returned to its quiet state.

“I apologize for the inconvenience today, Mr. Dure. Lord Jester originally intended to personally greet you, but due to unforeseen circumstances, it is not convenient. However, please rest assured, Mr. Dure, I will take you to see Lord Jester first thing tomorrow morning. Lord Jester will surely be eager to meet you.” Ghost apologized for this.

After all, no matter who the host is, it's a disgraceful thing for your guests to almost be assassinated the moment they get off the train.

"It's alright. I'm the one who's bothered you by coming to Stormstorm City. Mr. Ghost, please go and rest." Dure didn't seem to mind.

Soon, at the Ghost's arrangement, a servant led Durrell to his room.

The mansion was vast and luxuriously decorated; even the calfskin carpets they walked on were worth a fortune.

In the corridor, you can see many picture frames hanging on the walls, containing many paintings by famous artists.

Any one of these paintings could be sold and would be enough to support a family for a lifetime.

Besides the painting, there is also a half-person-high blue and white porcelain vase in the corner.

These porcelain vases all came from the Eastern Continent and were transported to the Western Continent by merchant ships for sale.

The Western Continent cannot produce such exquisite bottles. Bottles are usually containers for water, but such exquisite porcelain bottles have become ornaments. Only wealthy nobles can afford to buy such porcelain bottles, and their prices are no less than those of paintings.

If you accidentally break this porcelain vase, you could never afford to pay for it even if you didn't eat or drink for the rest of your life.

Of course, that only applies to ordinary servants. For a distinguished guest like Dure, even if all the porcelain vases were smashed, the ghost wouldn't dare say anything.

As Du Lei walked down the corridor, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have visited an even more luxurious and extravagant place many years ago.

He occasionally has flashbacks in his mind, but he can't remember where they are or when he went there.

He had been asleep in the Abyss of Winter for too long, and many of his memories were fragmented, which made him feel helpless.

"Mr. Dure, this is your room. Please go to bed early. If you need anything, please don't hesitate to ask us." A man dressed in a tailcoat, who looked like a butler, led Dure to the door of his room and spoke respectfully.

"Understood, thank you for your trouble." Dure nodded slightly. The steward opened the door for him, bowed again, and then withdrew.

The room was dark, with no light in sight. In this era, electricity was a newly emerging energy source, but it was not widespread.

Since the raw material for generating electricity is magic stones, consuming electricity is equivalent to consuming the magic energy stored in magic stones.

Although scientists are trying to use new technologies to replace magic stones with other energy sources for power generation in order to reduce costs.

However, at present, no good alternative has been found.

Electricity may not be widespread, but that doesn't mean it's nonexistent. At least this mansion, as one of Duke Jester's many properties, certainly wouldn't be so shabby.

After all, the banquet hall was brightly lit and exuded grandeur.

Dure hesitated for a moment, but he still headed toward the bed. He wasn't entirely unfamiliar with living in the dark.

Having been frozen for so long, his senses are extremely sharp, allowing him to accurately locate his target even in complete darkness.

But as he approached the bed, a dim lamp suddenly turned on, which startled Dure.

Because the lamp didn't turn on by itself; it was turned on by someone else, specifically a woman.

In the dim, orange light, you can see a graceful woman curled up on the bed. She looks to be no more than twenty years old. She has covered most of her body with the blanket and looks somewhat scared, with a darting gaze and a sense of unease.

"I'm very sorry, I didn't know there were people here. I came to the wrong place." Du Lei immediately turned around and tried to leave the room.

"Lord Dure..." the other person called out his name timidly.

"You know me?" Dure frowned; he didn't remember seeing this person anywhere before.

“It was Lord Sandro who told me your name,” she said softly.

“Sandro?” Dure had never heard of that name either.

“This is the steward here. It must have been Lord Sandro who brought you here, Lord Dure,” she explained.

"Sandro...is that him? But why did he bring me here?"

After hearing her explanation, Dure finally understood that Sandro was the refined-looking butler from earlier.

"Of course, it's to let Lord Dure rest well, and I was instructed to take good care of you," she said softly, her head bowed.

"This is utterly absurd!" Dure scoffed at Sandro's "well-intentioned arrangement."

He turned around and prepared to leave.

When he served as the Inspector General in the Land of Snow, there were nobles who harbored wicked intentions.

However, he rejected all of them. After eight years of being frozen in the ice, what he lost could not be compensated for by these unorthodox methods.

"Lord Dure, please wait a moment!" she called out to Dure.

In the dim light, she still wrapped a velvet blanket around her chest, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"Is there anything else?" Du Lei asked coldly, his back to her.

"Lord Dure... could you please not leave..." she said, biting her lip.

"what?"

“If you leave, I will be punished by Lord Sandro. Not only will my family suffer, but... the next time he sends me away, I'm afraid..." Her voice was very soft, but she still gritted her teeth as she spoke.

It was not an easy thing for her to say those words.

"What are you afraid of?" Dure frowned.

"I'm afraid that the next time I'm sent away, I won't meet someone as gentle as you, Lord Dure..." she said, her head bowed.

This was a very difficult decision for her; she had already come to this realization long before Dure entered the room.

Actually, for her, it didn't matter who came.

But as the young man turned around, she suddenly realized that this person seemed different from the others she had met.

She instinctively wanted to grab onto something, not wanting it to slip away before her eyes...

896 People of the Flower Kingdom

Duree ultimately stayed. Perhaps he wasn't a person overflowing with sympathy. Back in the hot spring village, he had deeply realized that sympathy was completely superfluous.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be alive today.

Since leaving the hot spring village, ten years have passed in total. Subtracting the eight years that disappeared, he has unknowingly wandered in the vortex of power, from the Land of Snow to the Land of Swamps, and then to the Land of Rain.

For a moment, he didn't even know what the meaning of his existence was, or what he was living for.

If as a child he only wanted to have a full meal, as he grew older he wanted to make a name for himself and make those who looked down on him look at him with new eyes.

But in a sense, he has already achieved that.

Isn't he now a renowned and influential figure in the Northern Continent?

After arriving in the Land of Rain, even the most powerful Duke of the North, Jester, treated him with courtesy.

This would have been unimaginable for him many years ago.

What are his goals now?

Previously, he had been helping his friends, assisting Winry and Liana in stabilizing the situation. Later, he helped Messiah in the Swamp Country. Now, he has come to the Rain Country to find Lance and Kelly.

It's fair to say that over this long period of time, there hasn't been anything he did voluntarily; to be precise, nothing that wasn't directly related to him.

Now that he has power and authority, he can do many things he never dared to dream of before. So what should he do for himself now?

God knows.

He chose to stay, perhaps because for a fleeting moment, seeing the look in her eyes reminded him of something.

He always felt that something important was missing from his life.

As for what he had lost, his mind was a complete mess, and any attempt to delve deeper into the matter gave him a terrible headache.

Perhaps this is a consequence of being frozen in the Abyss of Winter for eight years, Du Lei thought.

He didn't go to bed, but fell asleep on the sofa.

The rainy season in Storm City is always accompanied by thunderous roars, but for Durei, that's nothing.

He is a light sleeper, and the slightest sound or disturbance can wake him from his sleep.

But for some reason, he slept very soundly this time, and when he woke up, it was already broad daylight.