From Prisoner to Si Chen

After Gillan called Weiwei back to the sapphire ring, she walked to the window and opened the curtains of the master bedroom.

Bathed in the cool moonlight, he sat back at the table and raised his hand.

Accompanied by the distorted colored light, a disconnected microphone with a gray-black metallic luster appeared in his palm.

Since his gnosis and spirituality began to steadily improve, his dimensions had grown larger. Now it has a capacity of almost 1.5 cubic meters.

After the triangular iron shield was destroyed and discarded, there were more spaces inside. Ji Lan saved all the mysterious items with beautiful entries on his body.

As for the rest of the sundries, they will be placed in the alchemy leather bag.

What stands out is that he travels lightly.

"Alchemy Hotline..."

Gilan murmured, holding the 18-centimeter-long metal microphone in front of his eyes, and looked at it carefully for a while. This thing fits perfectly and has a cool frosted texture on the outside.

Immediately, he picked up the red "broken wire" at the bottom of the microphone and inserted it into a mercury battery the size of a lychee.

Suddenly, he saw circles of golden light flashing on the inside of the microphone in his hand. Like a breathing lamp, several complex alchemical array patterns are revealed from top to bottom, which is dazzling.

"It really works!"

He took a deep breath, tried to lift the phone and put it to his ear.

Inside, there was a burst of extremely beautiful piano music, like the moonlight flowing quietly.

Quiet, pure and vivid.

The tinkling of the piano is like the chirping of birds in the forest in the morning light, penetrating the heart, and like a girl looking at the sea of ​​flowers in the night wind, her smile blooming with the flowers.

Jilan had never heard this strange song in his previous life, and he felt that his soul had gained an indescribable tranquility, and was cleansed from the inside out.

Click.

It wasn't until a magnetic male voice came that he was pulled out of this intoxicated state:

"Hey, Shabotai, you're not dead yet?"

Jilan looked away from the "colorful bell", thought for a moment, and then said:

"I'm not Shabotai."

"Well..." The man over there didn't seem surprised. He just pondered for a moment and then added: "That's right. According to the time, he should have been dead for more than ten years."

"So you got his inheritance? Or are you a descendant of the Lewis family?"

"I'm not from the Lewis family."

Gillan guessed that the person on the other side of the phone was anything but simple. He did not lie and chose to tell the truth.

"Well, it seems you are the lucky one to get his inheritance."

The man on the other end of the phone said.

"Before we officially begin our conversation, I need to ask you a question, strange young man."

"Excuse me." Gillan said.

"Where did Shabotai die? Or, have you ever seen his tombstone?"

"Great Forest District, Brak City, Cork Brothers Scrap Depot."

Jilan guessed the reason why the other party asked, and said directly:

"He died in the underground tomb he dug. He even prepared a coffin for himself, but the 'Nightmare Monument' had already broken through the cover and grown out."

"That's it, I know..."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone.

"There is a war going on in the big forest area. This is really troublesome."

"Okay, let's get back to the topic." The man said. "Since you called this 'hotline', you must know our identities, right?"

"Sorry, I don't know."

"So...oh, so you don't know."

This time, both sides were silent.

"Ahem, let me introduce myself first."

The man on the other end of the phone coughed and continued talking.

"We are the Secret Cult 'Midnight Rose', you can call me 'White Sage'..."

Gillan listened silently.

Through the man's description, he probably got information about the other party.

"Midnight Rose" is an extremely ancient esoteric organization.

It has a history of thousands of years, even dating back to the dawn of AD 900, when it was founded by an unnamed original alchemist.

This is a esoteric religion with mixed beliefs.

The identities of the internal members are mysterious and their strength is unpredictable, and they are all alchemists. It is not an exaggeration to call it the "Alchemist Headquarters". There are four Si Chens that the members believe in, all of which belong to the furnace path.

They are "Director" in February, "Torrent" in January, "White Dove Poet" in October and "Snow Lady" in September.

These four Si Chen also correspond to the four major areas of the furnace path.

The Sword, the Grail, the Pentacle and the Wand.

The members do not fight over different beliefs, but are very united and strive for the same goal——

Discover the path to the crucible, the truth of alchemy.

Its esoteric name "Midnight Rose" has a profound meaning.

Also known as "five-leaf rose".

Just because the legendary four-leaf clover is the manifestation of the four elements of the universe in the material world. The founder believes that the five-leaf rose represents the fifth element of the universe——

Philosopher's Stone!

This is a supreme product of alchemy that only exists in theory. It can be called the crystallization of wisdom that integrates immortality, power, energy and truth. It is also a miracle.

The so-called "mercury battery" is just a poor imitation of the Philosopher's Stone. No, it's not even an imitation, it's just a little thing that the alchemists inadvertently created while searching for the Philosopher's Stone.

"Mr. White Sage, so, do you have mercury batteries in your hands?"

Gillan expressed his needs.

"Of course." The man on the other end of the phone chuckled, as if he thought the question was ridiculous.

It's like an ignorant child who ran to the door of the bakery and shouted loudly, asking if there was any bread for sale.

"What about the mysterious materials needed to refine the potion?"

Gillan asked again.

"For example, 'Sulfur Gas', 'Sakura', 'Whirlpool' and 'Black Jade Stone'."

What he mentioned are actually the main materials needed for the "Wick Magic Potion".

"Of course there are." White Sage said. "We do trade with outsiders, but only for mercury batteries and some common mysterious materials. The materials you mentioned are of high value, and only those who have joined the 'Midnight Rose' are eligible for trading."

"That's it, thank you for your answer."

Ji Lan took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.

He glanced at the red line at the bottom of the "alchemy hotline" in his hand. The mercury battery connected to it had shrunk from the size of a lychee to the size of a longan, and he couldn't help but feel nervous.

He quickly said:

"Mr. White Sage, I would like to buy some mercury batteries from you first, is that okay?"

"Of course, no problem." The man on the other end of the phone said. "However, the two countries of Bu'ao and Bu'ao have recently started a war on their eastern border. This type of restricted-grade energy is in short supply. The price has risen to 150 Caesars a piece. Can you accept it?"

Ji Lan frowned slightly, not expecting the price to have increased so much.

But he also had to buy it, it was a necessity, so he responded:

"I can accept it. I want to buy four coins. How can I do the transaction?"

"It's very simple." said the other end of the phone. "You can pin the 'hot line' on a flat table or the ground and you'll know."

Hearing this, Ji Lan doubtfully released the microphone from his ear, and then buckled it on the wooden floor as if hanging up the phone.

Snap.

The next second.

Buzz!

I saw a flash of golden light.

On the dark brown wooden floor, with the microphone as the center, an extremely complex equilateral triangle alchemical array with a diameter of one meter appeared on its own!

Ji Lan suppressed the shock, put the microphone to her ear again, and heard the White Sage say:

"You just put the currency required for the transaction into the alchemy array."