I'm Really an Alchemist

Life is worse than death.

Witches are more miserable than wizards, and their good looks become the source of pain instead.

Without turning his eyes, the priest followed the soldiers to the end of the prison.

In the prison at the end, there was a young man sitting cross-legged. His shoulders were pierced by thick chains. His face was yellow and emaciated. When he heard footsteps outside the prison, he opened his eyes, his light blue eyes filled with disdain.

The priest stood outside the prison, smelling a strong smell of sulfur.

"Is this the wizard who betrayed the Lord?" He turned his head and asked the soldier.

The soldier looked at the young man with fear in his eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "Yes, we can't get close to him. Those soldiers who got close to him were all burned by the fire of hell."

Only then did the priest realize that the cage that trapped the young man was charred black, and black powder was also piled up on the ground.

There are also some broken pieces of armor and weapons.

"You took his wand?"

"Yes."

"Also pick off his spell-casting hands?"

"Yes."

The priest and the soldiers asked and answered.

The young man sat cross-legged on the ground and smiled mockingly at the priest outside the prison, as if to say: What can you do to me?

"The Lord will remember these sacrificed warriors, and they will go to the heaven where the Lord is." The priest rested his palm on the "Bible", and said in a compassionate tone, "You step back first, I will deal with this black wizard who rebelled against the Lord."

The soldier nodded gratefully and hurriedly left.

In the stinking prison, there were only the priest and the young man, separated by the black greasy iron rod.

"Blue eyes, the blessing of flames." When he was alone, the expression on the priest's face was completely restrained, and he looked down at the cross-legged young man indifferently: "You are the Dumbledore family with the blood of the phoenix."

The young man sneered and spoke weakly.

"It turns out that the church that betrayed the wizard still remembers the word family. I just don't know when you were hunting wizards, did you ever think that one day you would end up like this?"

"The power of the church comes from the Lord, from God." The priest was not irritated at all, and said calmly and piously: "We are different from you wizards."

"different?"

The young man laughed wildly.

He was out of breath from laughing, his weak body was shaking all the time, and then he coughed violently.

"The god you believe in is nothing more than a wizard. The Church Tribunal is a large wizarding organization. They even said that we are different. Hahahahaha, this is really the funniest joke I have ever heard!"

The priest looked at the young man quietly and laughed.

slowly.

The young man stopped laughing wildly, twisted the chains on his shoulders that were scorched black by the flames, and sarcastically said: "Didn't you come to kill me, do it!"

"I am here to purify you on behalf of the Lord."

The priest said: "Wizards have original sin. Only when your sins are washed away can your souls ascend to heaven."

"Come on!" The young man sneered: "You are fooling those mortals, but don't tell me that there is no paradise in this world. You are just trying to ensure your own rule in the name of faith!"

The priest shook his head in compassion.

"The unbelievers are the saddest."

He didn't seem to want to talk to the young man anymore, but he opened the black-shell Bible and whispered a prayer.

Pure white holy light gushes out from the Bible, illuminates the dark prison, and pours toward the youth.

Hu Chi.

In the cage, the temperature suddenly rose, and orange flames appeared out of thin air in front of the young man, like a stream of water, confronting the pouring pure white holy light, the flames repelled the holy light, and the holy light eliminated the flames.

The young man's complexion became paler.

He has been hungry for several days, and he relies on the magic power in his body to maintain his life. It can be said that magic power is life force.

But now, in order to fight against the erosion of the Holy Light, he had to release the magic power he cherished.

The flames weakened with the consumption of mana, and the face of the priest outside the prison turned pale. Even with the help of the Bible, even if this young man from the Dumbledore family was in such a mess, their mana levels were not at the same level.

But the balance of victory tipped over to the priest.

The young man's complexion became paler, he gritted his teeth and persisted, not giving up hope.

"This is really a bad era." The young man from the Dumbledore family said in a hoarse voice: "The church hunts wizards, and mortals attack wizards. You have forgotten that we brought you out of the age of ignorance!"

The priest stopped praying and slowly opened his eyes.

When the winning ticket was in his hands, he looked at the young man behind the flames.

"Isn't this the case in this era?" He finally had other expressions, looking down at the young man with a little irony: "You are also killing mortals, the witch who was burned to death by Osman not long ago, she used seventeen children to make the blood bath potion, isn't it? Damn it?"

The youth fell silent.

This is an irrefutable fact.

In this dark land, the church hunts wizards, wizards kill mortals, and mortals kill each other.

This is an eternal theme.

The holy light engulfed the flames and flooded towards the youth.

"hold head high!!"

There was a sharp cry from outside the cell.

Like a flowing fire across the pitch-black sky, the orange flame rushed into the prison cell, burning the smell in the air, blocking the holy light at the very moment, it was a gorgeous phoenix wrapped in flames.

"Whenever the Dumbledore family is in danger, the phoenix will come."

Facing this luxurious firebird, the priest remembered the rumors about the Dumbledore family. He looked at the proud phoenix and closed the Bible on his own initiative.

Only a bishop can deal with magical animals of this level.

The flames flowing from the phoenix easily melted away the shackles on the young man. It spread its wings, and tears dripped on the young man's shoulders and wrists. The phoenix tears could heal various injuries and restore the broken tendons of the young man.

The young man got up and looked at the priest outside the prison.

"Mortals and wizards have an indelible hatred, and this hatred will spread forever." The young man grabbed Phoenix's ankle and said to the silent priest: "There is no possibility of getting along with each other in harmony!"

The phoenix let out a high-pitched cry, leading the young man into a flowing fire and disappearing into the prison.

The priest looked at the flames flickering towards the sky outside the prison window, put his palm on the Bible, prayed softly, and then sighed.

The night was very dark, the young man grabbed the phoenix and flew higher and higher.

He looked down at the city under his feet, soldiers roared in chaos, mortals screamed in fear, the orange light of the torches gathered on the wall, in the city, in the city lord's mansion.

Those arrows could not reach the high altitude where he was.

The ancient city was getting farther and farther away, and finally only a small red dot was left.

Instead, there is a dark and gloomy land, without any light, where countless secrets and sins are hidden.

.....

"Are you a wizard?"

The Muggle in front of him asked with a smile. Albus Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and looked at his clothes without any trace. He was wearing Muggle clothes, and even his wand turned into a hat.

He, how did he know my identity?

Dumbledore was a little confused, no, why does a Muggle know about wizards?

"Don't worry." The store owner said with a smile, "I recognized your identity as a wizard because you have no common sense of modern technology, and you are exactly the same as any wizard I have ever seen."

"Have you met any other wizards?"

Dumbledore quickly adjusted his mentality.

"Of course, there are wizards in our town too!" The store owner took out a bottle of iced Coke, opened the bottle cap and handed it to Dumbledore: "They are all working in the farmland now, I can ask my son to take you to see, maybe You know it too."

Dumbledore took the Coke, very uncomfortable.

"Is your son a wizard too?"

"Of course not." The store owner sighed. "I wish my son was a wizard, but this bastard can't do anything but hook up with the little girl next door!"

Dumbledore was getting more and more confused.

"If your family isn't a wizard, how do you know about wizards?"

Shopkeeper: "It's no secret, the whole town knows it!"

Two months ago, a couple came to this border town in California and lived here. In the following days, the couple showed their magic and helped the residents of the town.

"At the beginning, we were a little uneasy... After all, we only heard about magic in fairy tales." The shop owner said: "Who would know that it really exists, but Lacombe and his wife are very good people. They He used magic to heal Old John's leg that had been crippled for more than ten years, and also helped the farmland grow!"

The Muggle was amazed: "Stone-milled potatoes, I don't know if you've seen them before. Several guys from the town pushed them here together. During that time, we were tired of eating potatoes!"

Dumbledore pursed his lips, eyes twinkling.

"Aren't you afraid of wizards?"

"What are you talking about?" the store owner said, "We are not ungrateful bastards. People use magic to help us, so why should we be afraid of them? The Lacombes also said that magic is a technology, but learning conditions Be harsh!"

It was the first time he had been accused by a Muggle.

Dumbledore looked at this peaceful small town. He couldn't imagine that wizards and Muggles lived so harmoniously here.

"Can you take me to see them?" Dumbledore asked.

Led by the boss's son, Dumbledore came to the farmland outside the town.

He felt the fluctuation of magic power.

A couple dressed as farmers, standing next to a field, waving magic wands.

Clear water appeared out of thin air, was manipulated into a stream, and was poured into the soil. The witch chanted a spell and sprinkled seeds while beside her were Muggle farmers driving machinery to cultivate the land.

"Mr Lacombe!"

The shopkeeper's son waved his arms and shouted.

The wizard turned his head and waved his arms at him as well.Then walk over quickly.