C-class Hybrids Forced To Slay Dragons

"I've said it two hundred times, you don't want to learn Latin! What kind of stinky and long **** is Latin? You don't need to learn Latin when you leave English alone. Isn't it tossing people?"

A strong man in a cowboy hat, squinting one eye, carefully sketched flower-like lines with a carving knife on the workbench.

Ryuji Ozu looked at this "wild horse" helplessly. Although it was not the first time he had seen it, he was still shocked by the strength of the other party's terrifying precepts.

"Leon, if you don't study hard, Ms. Transylvania will beat you up again."

Leonardo, in his green years, has not yet obtained the halo of beer belly and salted fish. His age can be called middle-aged and elderly among ordinary people, but because of his blood, his life has only passed a little and a half.

Hearing the old woman's name, Leon turned his cowboy hat to hide his guilty conscience.

Ms. Transylvania, real name unknown, age unknown, from the Transylvania region. She was given the honorable surname of Flamel, but did not like to be called by that name.

His bloodline is higher than that of the old woman, but he is really afraid of the old monster.

It is said that she is over 200 years old, but she looks like she is in her early 30s, with fair and smooth skin, but without a trace of blood. She prefers classic Rococo dresses and often reminisces about the past at the end of the 18th century.

Ms. Trancey is very weak, but Leon can't beat her. She has a way to break through the repression of the commandments, and then use the spirit of words that has been tempered to perfection, Chi BBQ Cowboy.

Yan Lingchi's normal state is a raging flame that spreads irregularly in a large area, but she can transform Chi into a thin and straight stream of fire as thin as chopsticks.

Cowboy Leon's hybrid fighting style is simple and effective. When the card is chanted by the opponent, he releases the commandment, and uses the Colt to sneak up on the enemy whose spellcasting is interrupted. By this time 99% of the opponents are dead.

For the remaining 1% of opponents, such as Angers, Leon will rush to wrestle with them, crushing opponents with a bull-like physique.

So Ozu still can't be sure that this guy is an alchemist, he looks more bandit than bandit.

Ryuji Ozu, 114 years old, is a Flamel apprentice.

Ms. Trancey had very few apprentices, and this cowboy was number 6.5. Nominally, he is the "captive" of the teacher.

Three months ago, Ms. Trance received an invitation from the Secret Party, signed Hilbert Jean Angers.

Most people are not optimistic about this young man from a humble background and like a lone wolf.

When Angers said that he was going to establish a mixed-race university, even the diehards of the secret party were not optimistic, even though Angers said it was the will of the elders.

But Ms. Transylvania came to Chicago because she had heard that Angers was a handsome boy.

Of course she wouldn't be a teacher at the so-called Cassell Academy, but maybe the apprentices of Trancey would.

Tracy loves jazz, and she often steps into the corner bar at dusk to listen to the soft saxophone for two or three hours straight.

When the ghostly lady in the long dress disappears from the wooden bar, lucky musicians accidentally find a small piece of gold in the pocket of their jacket.

On a light rainy day, Trancy was meditating with the gentle and misty piano sound, but the hateful babble sounded in her ears. It was a young man dressed as a cowboy with a huge revolver pinned to his waist.

Tracy knocked on the table to warn Leon, but the drunk cowboy grabbed Ms. Flamel's right hand and gave a kiss.

As a result, this bison-like man became a miserable man in the alchemy workshop, and was beaten by Trance once he escaped.

After giving up running and starting to work obediently, Leonardo knew that Trance was the legendary Flamel...

......

Two years later.

"Leon, the teacher invites you to dinner."

"today?"

"Seven o'clock."

Leonardo adjusted the cowboy hat, wondering what medicine the old woman was selling in the gourd.

In two years, he slowly changed from a "captive" to an "apprentice" here.

Ms. Trance is a moving treasure trove of knowledge, with the best alchemy knowledge in her head.

In the past two years, Leon has grown from a "craftsman" to a genuine alchemist. After experiencing the precepts thousands of times, he successfully re-engraved the dragon-text structure of his own words, which is exactly the same.

But at what cost?

beer belly.

He was in the studio 12 hours a day, but he drank no less than before.

After spending too long in the workshop in Transit, Leon even forgot what it was like to live in the West.

But he always yearned for the day when he returned to the west and continued to be the wild bull on the wasteland.

To remember those days, he has been wearing that cowboy hat. Hidden in the hat is an eagle feather from an Indian prophet named Saqababalala.

Leon became stronger and fatter.

......

He was really slow in some things.

This is the third time this month that Tracie has sent out an invitation to dinner.

Alperon, who was studying abroad, and Augusta, who was addicted to making money in the UK, all came to Chicago, where his teacher was.

Mediocre people, such as Ozu Ryuji, never expected to receive an invitation from a teacher.

Those who are invited, suppress their ecstasy, choose their attire carefully, and bring their most successful creations to dinner.

Leon, who wore jeans in his later years, strode into the BitterMoon bar with a cigar in his mouth.

He greeted the boss enthusiastically, and the boss also greeted loudly, "Leon, you are fat again!"

Trance chose the location here, and the place where the two met unexpectedly was obviously not at ease.

The light purple palace-style dress made the old woman look out of place in the bar, but she didn't care.

Transylvania tapped the bar, smiling.

"Try again, suppress my words."

"Right on my mind."

Leon put a carved hollow brass bullet on the bar, amplifying the strength of the commandment, and making the boss quickly add tequila.

"Pretty elegant design."

Trance commented, taking the spirits from the waiter. She released cones of flame from her fingertips, evaporating the spirit from the cup.

The cowboy drank the wine in one gulp and placed a metal compass on the table as a tray for the wine glasses. The discipline is even stronger.

"Good. But not enough."

Tracy evaporates one cup, Cowboy another.

Two revolvers slapped on the table.

"not enough."

......

Looking at the smiling Tracy, the cowboy tickled his teeth.

"My teacher, his words are also precepts. I may know this word better than you."

Leon rolled up his sleeves, exposing his muscular arm, the silver and red tattoos, which increased the discipline to the extreme.

The diameter of the field exceeds 300 meters, and it is estimated that even hybrids that exceed the critical blood limit will be suppressed.

"You learned it."

Tracy's fingertips were still blazing with small flames, like a match that was about to go out.

She stopped speaking, quietly listening to the melancholy saxophone. Leon gulped down beer, but luckily he didn't eat skewers.

And so, until there were fewer and fewer people in the bar and the lights dimmed.

Leon handed the musician a tip for a roll of bills, asking him to continue playing.

A stack of broken and yellowed manuscript paper was stuffed into Leon's hands. In addition to that, there were two crumpled clumps of parchment paper.

He noticed that these things had been treated with alchemical chemical materials and were surprisingly tough.

On the manuscript paper, there are only one sentence after another in the dragon text, including the form of the text and the form of deformed patterns, which are extremely detailed. He counted, a total of 76 sentences.

On the cover of the parchment, there is a human pentagram. The brain corresponds to the spirit, the right hand corresponds to the wind, the left hand corresponds to the fire, the right foot corresponds to the ground, and the left foot corresponds to the water. Behind it are all kinds of messy symbols, intermittent dragon characters, and some places are smeared with dragon blood to eliminate.

The style on the back is just the opposite, the pattern is extremely regular, and the pattern is as bright as a starry sky.

Nicholas Flamel (Nicole Lemay)'s original manuscript of the analysis of the dragon text, the conjecture of human implantation of alchemy technology, and the records of the suspected sage's stone extraction ceremony.

Leon's brain was suddenly a little empty, his mouth was dry, and he couldn't speak.

The symbolic meaning of these things is greater than the actual meaning. They represent the pinnacle of human alchemy.

"why me?"

"You're an idiot."

Tracy propped his chin and smiled.

"Leon, you love alchemy itself, as a child loves toys. You love knowledge more than power."

"You're wrong, my love for wine and barbecue is unfathomable."

Ms. Transylvania shook her head and said nothing.

She has lived too long, so she can do whatever she wants. When the experience of life is accumulated too much, it becomes a burden to a person.

Rather than taking Flamel's name more than a mountain, follow her instincts.

"Whether to go or stay, you decide."

Keep? If you stay in Chicago to open an alchemy workshop, you will definitely have to deal with that dwarf Henkel. Like repulsion, Leon hates that guy.

As for choosing Angers... No one really thinks that violent madman can be a good teacher, right?

A madman full of vengeance, a cowboy who loves eating, drinking and pornography, no one really thinks this kind of academy can go on, does it?

That is gone. Go back west, to his soul home. Drank booze and take out gangsters with exploding alchemical bullets.

What secret party, Cassel, Dragon Slayer, has nothing to do with the free Leonardo.

"Teacher, after leaving Chicago, where are you going and what are you going to do?"

This was the first time Leon called her a teacher, and it was quite natural. No one knows her real name yet.

Trance didn't answer, thinking as usual.

The saxophone played one after another, and Leon drank slowly. Until the bitter moon bar, only the last light in the corner is left.

"teacher?"

The saxophone stopped.

He finally understood. Thisistheend.

This is Lady Transylvania, the Last Supper.

The lady in the long skirt who lost the name of Flamel propped her chin and leaned against the corner of the bar, with a faint smile on her white porcelain face.

You don't need to know my name, all you need to contact us is knowledge.

Leonardo dared not touch her, for fear that she would dissipate with the wind, like a silent note.

The cowboy hoarded the priceless manuscript paper and stuffed it into his pocket like toilet paper. From today, he is Flamel.

He has no tears to shed, just drink and drink until dawn.

Discipline enveloped the entire block, making all spirits fall into silence, and the world was as peaceful as night.

But in that silence, there was no trace of the color of the soul. It is indeed a lie.

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"Hey, I lost my mind and lost my mind."

The night watchman looked at Luo Yin who opened and closed the Stone of Rebellion in front of him, and was almost sent away by a myocardial infarction.

Evil!

This man really was lying to him. Even if he is senile, he will not accept such a pitiful apprentice.

But he just confirmed with Angers that there are really two Luo Yins in the academy. One is an ordinary student who used to use the name Luo Ying, and the other is the **** in front of him. His statement of "changes in the world line" is really supported by evidence.

"Where did you say it?"

"Sold to the college for recycled metal raw materials. The equipment department, the secret party elders, etc., the price is still good.

Who are the colleagues you just mentioned? To try my luck, I think it's a good idea. "

"Blacksmiths, Smith, that's what they call themselves. Blacksmiths, a guild of top alchemists. Don't worry, they won't treat you well either."

Luo Yin thought that with the charisma of this boss, is there any business that can't be done? Moreover, he is the one who masters cutting-edge resources.

"Why?"

"Because you are from Cassell College. Excuse me, where is Cassell's Alchemy Department?"

"Subordinate to the Equipment Department."

"Where is your alchemist from?"

"The great teacher of Flamel, that is you!"

Luo Yin's face was filled with a Finnish smile.

"No no no, your faction is the 'equipment department'. All alchemists from Cassel will be labeled as the equipment department by the blacksmiths."

Boss Luo's face darkened.

As a dragon slaying academy, the attitude of the equipment department towards alchemy is naturally, how powerful it is, and everything is based on pragmatism. Simply put, fry, fry the fuck.

"You should understand. Alchemy is an art, the core of which lies in the spirit of tranquility, exquisite skills, and tireless exploration. In their eyes, the equipment department is full of mud legs, and its status is probably as low as the center of the earth."

"None of them read Cassel?"

"The blacksmiths still follow the old apprenticeship system, and the master is more like your grandfather than your father.

They absolutely despise teaching in an open form of knowledge like academies. They believe that once knowledge becomes readily available, job seekers lose the respect they deserve. "

Flamel handed Luo Yin a crumpled piece of paper.

"If you want to try it, you can send an alchemical item to the address on the slip of paper. The blacksmith will evaluate it and decide whether to invite you into their organization."

"Pay?"

"what money?"

"Alchemy items, they can't pay me when I send them. Also, do I have to pay for the postage myself?"

Flamel's face shook. If Lady Transylvania had known he had taken such a student, she would have roasted him to twelve.

"By the way, the transaction intermediary fee."

Luo Yin sent an email to the vice school of Feizhai, with hundreds of pages of high-definition pdf attached, as well as 3D modeling files.

The Night's Watch opened the file and nearly lost his ass.

There are a total of 23 dragon texts, with clear instructions for use. The patterns and loops are all displayed in 3D, and the parameters are clear.

He has never seen a word of these dragon texts.

"It's all templates?"

Luo Yin nodded. The so-called template refers to the standard dragon script without any redundancy and deformation like the first-generation Flamel.

Due to the different spiritual characteristics of each mixed race, the dragon characters drawn by the spirit vision are missing or different, and may not be universal~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Only individuals with extremely strong spirits can restore it through long-term attempts. A universally applicable dragon text template. That's why Flamel's manuscripts are so precious.

"23 sentences, plus 1 sentence from my 3e exam, and the original 76 sentences, exactly 100. Good luck."

"Where did you get it from?"

It must not have been "dictated" by himself, how old is Luo Yin.

"What's dug out of the grave can be copied and used."

Sorry for the offense to the system.

"Alchemists should also protect themselves, don't die suddenly one day."

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