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"Many members of the Ainu Alliance have consumed the Berserker's Water. Since you can provide so many potions, you must have quite a few alchemists under your command."

Upon hearing this, Mael burst into laughter:

"You're mistaken. I've never had any alchemists under my command."

"True alchemists are all reclusive hermits who appear only briefly."

"It's difficult to even see them, let alone recruit them."

"The 'Berserker's Water' that I provided to Xilika was all made by myself."

"Five years ago, I spent a lot of money to buy the recipes for 'Berserker's Water' and 'Berserker's Essence' from the black market."

"The latter is the 'Death Potion' that I gave to Xilika. Compared to 'Berserker's Water,' it is much more difficult to make. I spent a lot of effort and only managed to make one bottle."

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Chapter 1090 The Strongest Swordsman Born Deaf and Mute [4800]

Qingdeng pressed on, asking:

"Mael, have you studied 'alchemy'?"

Mael chuckled to himself.

"Alchemy isn't something you can just learn whenever you want. The only alchemical knowledge I have is putting ingredients into a cauldron according to a prescription."

Qingdeng pondered for a moment:

"From what you're saying, 'alchemy' is quite simple. As long as you have a prescription, even an ordinary person who doesn't know anything about 'alchemy' can concoct a magic potion."

Mael shrugged:

"How could such a good thing happen?"

“If it’s a simple potion—like my ‘Berserker’s Water’—then it’s indeed easy to make. Even an ordinary person could easily make a hundred or two hundred bottles.”

"If it's a slightly higher-level potion, it won't be so easy."

"The more potent the potion, the higher the requirements for its refining technique."

"Fire control, the quality and order of materials, fleeting inspiration... a slight mistake can ruin everything."

"When I was refining the 'Essence of the Berserker,' I might not succeed even once in 20 attempts."

"The truly powerful potions can only be made by real alchemists."

At that moment, Ogata suddenly interrupted:

"You just said that true alchemists are not easy to encounter. What? Does that mean alchemists are extremely rare?"

“If they are ‘real’ alchemists, then they are indeed very rare.”

When Mael used the word "real," he emphasized it.

"As far as I know, true alchemists have a secret society similar to a brotherhood, called the 'Kabbalah Order'."

"Under the control of the Kabbalah Order, the transmission of alchemy was severely restricted."

"If one wishes to learn alchemy, one must rely on the traditional method of 'master-apprentice transmission,' which is why the number of alchemists has always been very small."

"In addition, the Kabbalah has several inviolable rules."

"One of these rules is that alchemists cannot enter the mortal world without the organization's permission."

"This is the fundamental reason why alchemists are so rare."

"Perhaps a few heretics have broken away from the control of the Kabbalah and ventured into the human world on their own, but I have never seen a real alchemist."

"Of course, I've seen plenty of those charlatans who have learned a little magic and dare to call themselves alchemists."

Ogata pondered for a moment:

"Even if alchemists are all reclusive hermits, they can't stay detached from the world forever, can they?"

"Where should I go to find an alchemist more easily?"

Mael raised his gaze and cast an interested look at Ogata:

"Oh? You want to learn 'alchemy'?"

Ogata smiled silently:

“That’s right, I am indeed very interested in ‘alchemy’.”

Mael shrugged:

"You've stumped me."

“I’m not a member of the Kabbalah Order, how would I know where the alchemists live?”

"If I knew where they lived, I would have visited them long ago and paid them a lot of money to help me concoct magic potions."

"However, you could try looking in the Alps."

"Do you know the Alps? They are the highest mountain range in Western Europe, and it is said that many alchemists lived in seclusion there."

At this point, Mael adopted a tone that was half playful and half sarcastic:

"Let me be clear from the start: the Alps are about half the size of Japan."

"If you really want to go to the Alps to find alchemists, you have to be prepared to search high and low and find nothing."

Ogata's smile became more serene:

"You don't need to worry about that. I'm very patient and have plenty of time."

Qingdeng pondered silently, processing the information in his mind.

I asked them all I could about "alchemy".

So, Qingdeng changed the subject:

“Mael, let’s talk about the French Party now.”

Upon hearing this, Mael let out a strange "Aha!"

"It's finally here... I knew you were going to ask me this."

“Ju Qingdeng, I have shown you my utmost sincerity.”

“I have answered every question you asked truthfully.”

"I can speak frankly and without reservation, but in return, you should show sincerity, and I deserve compensation."

"I don't ask for much, just to be free."

Qingdeng laughed loudly, as if he had heard a funny joke.

"Excuse me, did I hear you wrong? You call this 'not asking for much'?"

"Mael, are you pretending to be stupid, or do you really not know the enormity of your sins?"

"Putting everything else aside, the crime of 'inciting the Ainu people to rebel' alone is enough to send you to the Three Rivers Plain for execution."

"Setting you free is absolutely impossible; don't even think about it."

"Instead of indulging in unrealistic dreams of 'gaining freedom,' you should think about how to save your life."

At this point, Qingdeng paused.

After a brief, intriguing silence, he changed the subject:

"However, you're right."

"You've made a great effort to show your sincerity, so it would be really unreasonable for me not to reciprocate at all."

"After all, I'm not some kind of devil, and I've always been very lenient with those criminals who have repented."

"As long as you can maintain a submissive attitude, I can give you some preferential treatment."

"For example, you won't be locked in a dark and damp prison, but will live in a comfortable room with tatami mats, where you can eat hot meals every day, and you will also have a certain degree of freedom."

"Although it is impossible to gain your freedom immediately, you can try to get preferential treatment, live well, maintain your physical health, and persevere until the day you regain your freedom."

Upon hearing this, Mael's expression changed several times. He glared fiercely at Qingdeng, his eyes filled with frustration, resentment, and other emotions.

Qingdeng glared back fearlessly, as if to say, "What? You're not convinced?"

After a moment, Mael let out a heavy, cold snort:

"...Fine, what can I do? I'm your defeated opponent."

He lowered his head as he spoke, his face devoid of joy or sorrow, appearing utterly resigned to his fate.

"What would you like to know about the punishment of the party by law?"

Qing Deng replied without hesitation:

"Let's talk about Yamata no Orochi first. Is he male or female? How old is he? What does he look like? What are his abilities?"

For Qing Deng, the information he most wanted to know about the Fa Zhu Party was the specific details of the Yamata no Orochi.

As the leader of the Law Extermination Party, Yamata no Orochi is practically the embodiment of the word "mysterious and unpredictable".

To date, Qingdeng has received no fewer than 30 different guesses about the identity of Yamata no Orochi.

There are all sorts of claims: "He is a once-in-a-century swordsmanship genius," "He is a handsome and dashing man," "He is a business genius who earns tens of thousands of dollars a day"... The list goes on and on.

The Yamata no Orochi seems to have a thousand faces, revealing different identities to different people, so that its true appearance is shrouded in a thick fog, making it difficult to see clearly.

As soon as Qing Deng finished asking the question, Ma'er revealed a playful expression:

"Tachibana no Seiden, I'd like to ask you a question in return: what kind of person do you think Orochi is?"

Although Qingdeng disliked the other party's deliberately mysterious question, he still restrained himself and pretended to think:

"Top masters like Shuten-dōji and Rakshasa are all under his command. He must be a highly skilled martial artist to be able to subdue so many powerful figures."

Upon hearing this, Mael burst into loud laughter, a particularly unrestrained laugh.

Qing Deng frowned slightly, looking puzzled.