Almighty Alchemist

The stretching Lilegula Mountain has always been the mother peak in the minds of the people of the Northern Continent.

This mountain range gave birth to at least four big rivers, watering the land of many countries including Lance and Frank.

The Fengshou River is the second largest river from Mount Lilegula, formed by the convergence of twelve tributaries. It is not as fast and fierce as the first largest river, the Gula River, nor is it located in a remote location like other large rivers. It flows long and long, crossing the entire Lance Empire, creating the most fertile piece of land in Lance. From the name, we can see the gratitude of the people of Lance to the river.

The rushing river turns white waves, follows the terrain, runs freely in the jungle, and after rushing out of the steep mountain peaks, it washes out a vast plain, which is the Utubula Plain.

The water potential here gradually slows down, like a beautiful ribbon, floating on the plain, and the jungle animals on both sides are rushing and singing, full of vitality. A little further away is a large piece of farmland. At this time, the crops in the field have grown, and the field is green.

There are not only farmers but also fishermen who depend on the Fengshou River for their livelihood. This season is the period when the albacores in the harvest river swim back to spawn. Experienced fishermen cast their nets during this period. The meat of albacore is delicious, and it has always been a favorite delicacy on the tables of nobles. Fish fillets made of albacore are even eligible to be served in the palace for His Majesty the emperor to taste.

However, albacores are powerful, very fierce, and have sharp teeth. Even if they are caught, they will often bite through the fishing net and escape, or suddenly explode after being salvaged on board, biting fishermen.

Fishermen die every year due to albacore attacks.

Simone was sitting on the bow of the boat, moving her hands flexibly on a fishing net, as if she was dancing, humming lowly from her throat, singing some local songs with beautiful tunes.

Soon, she turned to the cabin and shouted: "Grandpa, the fishing net has been mended!"

An old voice came from the cabin: "Oh, really? My Simone is the most capable, let me see."

An old man came out of the cabin, wearing the coir raincoat that fishermen often wear, his cloudy eyes first rested on his granddaughter, showing a loving smile, and then tremblingly took the fishing net.

Hands like bark ran over the net, and the old man said, "Well done, my boy. You have repaired this net no less than ten times, but it still looks as good as new."

The girl's expression was very proud: "Let me lay the first net today."

The first net that fishermen start fishing has always been of special significance. The fishermen believe that the harvest of the first net directly determines their harvest this season.

The old man solemnly agreed.

The girl took back the fishing net and put her hands on her chest: "Great God, you gave us food, you gave us property, you taught us how to survive, gave us sweet water, and guided us to find light in the dark. We accept your reward, we dare not refuse your punishment, and we dare not disobey your instructions..."

After silently praying, the girl spread out the fishing net in her hand.

Catching albacore is actually a simple and difficult task.

As long as the net is in place, all that remains to do is wait for the albacore to crash into the net foolishly by itself. Its gills would hang on the web, making it impossible to back up. As for whether you can break free from the fishing net with your own strength, it depends on the fish itself, the quality of the fishing net, and luck. In order to pray for good luck, the gods become the most important support for fishermen.

It didn't take too long for the fishing net to vibrate violently, which meant that some fish had entered the net.

When catching albacore, you can't expect to catch many albacores in one net. If you can catch one in each net, it is a satisfactory harvest.

Simone ran over to collect the net, her little face was excited and nervous at the same time.

She hoped she would succeed in getting the net out, pulling the net desperately with her left hand while holding a harpoon with her right hand.

"It's so heavy, we caught a big fish, Grandpa!" the little girl turned around and shouted.

The old man also ran over excitedly.

The grandfather and grandson worked hard to collect the net together.

But when the net came up, Simone froze.

Where there are fish in the net, there is a big bald man lying instead.

"Oh my God, it's a man! Grandpa."

Simone closed her eyes and yelled that the man was naked.

"A wounded person." The old man's expression was very serious, and he could clearly see that there was a black long sword stuck in the man's lower abdomen.

The old man quickly opened the net, put his face on the man's chest and listened: "Damn, he's still alive. Look at his skin, he's been soaked in water for at least a day, and he's still not dead after suffering such serious injuries. Is this guy made of iron?"

"He's still alive? So what shall we do?" Simone secretly looked at the man through her fingers, oh my god, he looks really strong, but...but what's that thing under him? Xiao Nizi was very curious.

She saw strange tattoos all over the man's body.

"Maybe we should throw him back." The old man said seriously. As an old man who has lived for decades, he knows what this kind of thing means.

Trouble, the trouble of getting involved with a samurai, even a low-level samurai, is not something a person like him can afford to provoke.

"But we can't do that, he'll die."

"If we don't tell, no one will know."

Simone put her hands down and looked at his grandfather with a serious expression: "But God knows. We accept the gifts of the gods, and we don't refuse the punishments of the gods. Maybe this is God's arrangement. He sent this person to us and asked us to save him. We cannot refuse God's arrangement."

"Silly boy, there is no god in this world." The old man shook his head.

"But……"

"I'm sorry, Simone, I can't agree with you on this matter. You don't understand how dangerous the world is. This guy has a sword stuck in his body, which means that someone wants to kill him. We don't know who is going to kill him, but no matter what kind of person it is, we can't afford it. Throw him back into the water!" The old man looked at the man and sighed: "I'm sorry, boy, if I was alone, I would definitely save you, but for my granddaughter..."

He grabbed the man's shoulders and was about to push him into the water.

"No! Grandpa!" Simone yelled.

The old man was about to speak, but found that the unconscious man suddenly opened his eyes.

The blood-red eyes gave the old man a chill.

This look is obviously not something that humans can have, just like a devil, frightening people's hearts and souls. As for the tattoo on his body, it emits a strange light...

He actually stood up, stretched out a hand, and slowly pulled out the long black sword stuck in his belly, blood splashing down the blade.

The old man was stunned in shock, and knelt down with a plop: "Please...don't...don't kill me...no, no, this is all my idea, kill me if you want to, please let my granddaughter go..."

There was no response to the begging voice, and the old man raised his head blankly.

He saw the man in the water slant down again...

The old man and Simone looked at each other.

Simone bravely approached the man, and she saw that he was actually a very good-looking man. His face was sharp and full, and his muscles full of explosive power were all over his body. Even some strange tattoos were full of special beauty...

"Are you sure, are you going to throw him down? Grandpa." Simone asked softly.

The old man shivered, and finally lowered his head.

He murmured, "This is God's will, and God's will cannot be violated..."

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When the man woke up, he found himself in a narrow cabin.

Dried fish was hung on the cabin roof, the boat shook slightly in the water, people could hear people crunching on the boards, and even the sound of the rushing river could be heard.

There was no one else in this shabby cabin except himself. He struggled to sit up, but found that his abdomen and whole body were covered with bandages—these bandages were made of rags.

A little girl came in with a bowl of hot fish soup, was startled when she saw the man standing there, and almost spilled the fish soup.

She quickly put down the fish soup and said excitedly, "Are you awake?"

His dull eyes scanned the girl, but the man didn't answer, but showed a curious look, as if he was looking at some rare toy.

This made the girl's face a little red, she rubbed the corner of her clothes and said softly: "I hope you won't be angry with my grandpa's behavior, anyway, he still didn't do that in the end."

"Your... grandpa?" The man struggled to speak.

"En." The little girl nodded vigorously.

Then she was disappointed to see that there was no expression on the man's face, as if what happened the day before yesterday had nothing to do with him.

After thinking about it, the girl picked up the fish soup and brought it to the man's mouth.

The man was a little confused. Looking at the girl, he saw the sincere eyes.

So he picked up the fish soup and drank it all in one gulp.

"Be careful! It's hot!" cried the girl.

The man didn't seem to feel it.

The girl gritted her teeth slightly, this man... so strange.

So she boldly asked: "Hey... what's your... name? Why are you in the water and injured?"

The man looked at the girl and walked straight out of the cabin without saying anything.

"Hey, you're injured, you're still not healed, you can't run around."

The man turned his head to look at the little girl, and then untied the bandages wrapped around his body.

Watching his movements, the little girl yelled: "You can't do that, the wound hasn't healed yet."

The bandage was untied, and the man's belly was as smooth as a mirror, and the little girl stared blankly.

"You... your injury, is it healed?" She couldn't believe it.

The man didn't answer, just looked at the little girl.

The little girl blushed more and more, she lowered her head and said, "Then...well, you can go. But..."

The man still didn't speak, and the little girl stomped her feet: "But you have to tell where you are from, and ask your family to bring you some money. Anyway... you have to pay us for the fishing net."

The last sentence, the little girl said in a very low voice.

"Family..." The man chewed this sentence carefully, his eyebrows showing thought.

"Don't you have any family?" the girl asked tremblingly.

"I...don't...know..." The man replied with difficulty.

The girl was disappointed. This man who looked like steel turned out to be a stammer.

The other party's flaws made the girl a lot more courageous, she asked:

"So, what's your name and where are you from?"

Confusion appeared in the man's eyes: "Name? I don't... know... I... don't... remember...."

The little girl was stunned.

She murmured, "God, what kind of man have you sent us?"

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