From Prisoner to Si Chen

"Do you still remember the 'Philosopher's Stone' I told you about in 'Alchemy Hotline'?"

Parra raised her eyes and asked again.

Ji Lan was startled.

"Remember." He nodded. "It is a supreme product of alchemy that only exists in theory. It is a crystallization of wisdom that integrates immortality, power, energy and truth. It can be called a miracle."

"Um."

Parra was silent for a moment.

"Actually, it doesn't just exist in theory."

"?!"

Gillan looked surprised.

I saw Parra slowly raising his own white cane. In the center of the "V" shaped cane, there was a red pentagonal dodecahedron the size of a gold coin, as clear as a ruby, inlaid in the center.

The gem, as bright as a mirror, reflected Jilan's face from six different angles, capturing his astonished expression.

At this time, without Parra having to say anything, he immediately understood. The red crystal inlaid on this white cane is the legendary "Philosopher's Stone"!

"A few decades ago, alchemy experienced a spurt of development, including the birth of the 'Philosopher's Stone.'"

Parra said calmly.

"And I am also one of the original alchemists who created the 'Philosopher's Stone'."

Ji Lan couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Looking at the white-haired old gentleman in front of him, he secretly sighed, he was indeed Para Celsus.

At the same time, he was a little confused.

Since the "Philosopher's Stone" has been given such a high evaluation, what are its practical applications in reality?

"In alchemy, the refining of matter is divided into four stages. Each stage is a qualitative change until it reaches perfection through the final transformation."

"And every change has a manifested characteristic, that is, a different color. Black, blue, yellow, red..."

Parra looked into Gilan's eyes and spoke seriously about the profound knowledge and secrets:

"Ancient alchemists generally believed that everything in the world is composed of two substances erupted from the center of the earth, namely 'sulfur' that is as dry as smoke, and 'mercury' that is as moist as steam... When these two substances are mixed in different proportions and concentrations When combined, different metals and stones will appear.”

"In the Middle Ages, they compared 'sulfur' to the sun and 'mercury' to the moon, which shows the nobility of these two substances..."

"Until - the alchemists tried to violate the principle of equivalent exchange. First they tried to refine gold from base metals, and then they tried to create life out of thin air. They even accurately measured the human soul to be 0.46 ounces..."

"Soon, 'Ms. Snow' of Jiu Sichen came down with divine punishment. The truth of 'equivalent exchange' made these alchemists pay a heavy price..."

"At this point, the alchemists no longer regarded 'mercury and sulfur' as the supreme truth, but added 'salt'. Because 'salt' represents the 'Snow Lady' and also represents the alchemists' reverence for her."

"To this day, alchemists have converted to the 'Snow Lady' and firmly believe that mercury makes matter flow, sulfur makes matter burn, and salt makes matter solidify... Only then has the perfect balance of theory been achieved."

"So the four progressive changes in color are black 'sulfide', blue 'mercury', and yellow 'golden'... The birth of gold is the addition of 'salt'."

“For countless centuries, gold has been hailed as the most perfect metal.”

"Until the birth of the 'Philosopher's Stone'!"

"It is the fourth change, the result of transmutation."

Parra picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

Ji Lan also quietly sipped her tea and kept listening.

"I'm telling you so much, but I actually want to tell you that the 'Philosopher's Stone' is the most perfect material today, and only it can carry the 'self' of the transmuter, the apostle, and even Si Chen..."

Para said quietly.

"Before the birth of the 'Philosopher's Stone', their movement in the world was extremely limited and they could only rely on gold. The characteristics are also very obvious, that is, the golden appearance...or hair, or pupils, or something else."

"The strength that gold can exert has not yet reached the upper limit of the world, which is only level 5..."

Hearing this, Jilan's pupils shrank.

Something suddenly occurred to him.

Windmill cat!

Isn't the image of this messenger of the evil god just a big golden cat head and golden pupils? !

Exactly three hundred years ago, there was no "Philosopher's Stone."

Therefore, "Windmill Cat" Pal Solomon is most likely the alter ego of a high-ranking person...

At the same time, there are also the head of state Caesar and the man in leather trench coat Karl whom we just met in the audience. They...are they all relying on the "Philosopher's Stone" as a carrier? !

Reached the 6th level of the earthly limit.

"No wonder..." Jilan murmured in shock.

At the same time, he raised his eyes and looked at the old gentleman Parra, and a terrifying suspicion emerged in his heart.

That is...

Why is Parra a level 6 Kusei?

He was also a member of the "Healing Knights", and his status was equal to that of the four knight captains.

But those four knight captains all ascended with Captain William, but why didn't Parra?

Even Parra's old friend, Ms. Sade Balbina, has ascended to become the apostle of May Sichen's "Twin Kite".

But Pala still remains in the world.

"I can't ascend, kid."

Parra seemed to have guessed what Gilan was thinking, chuckled lightly, and put down the tea cup.

"If I ascend, who will create a carrier for the leader and knight captains? Who will welcome them back to the world? Who will fight for our unfulfilled dreams?"

"So, I must stay on earth."

"?!"

Jilan was stunned.

He instantly understood the ideals and aspirations of the old man in front of him.

It's not like Para can't ascend.

But don't want to...

The other party is willing to stay in the world and be a mortal all his life. He just wants to give everything for the dream of the "Healing Knights" to clear up the troubled world and create a peaceful and prosperous world before his life reaches the end.

Gillan was immediately in awe.

"Why are you telling me this?"

He was silent for a moment and then asked.

Parra smiled and shook her head and said:

"No reason, just because I like you and think you have the ability to become an important cornerstone of the empire in the future. I have a very good eye for people. After all, they are all old guys who have lived for hundreds of years..."

Ji Lan took a deep breath, lowered his head slightly, and tipped his hat to the other party, expressing his trust and optimism in response.

However, Parra was secretly puzzled.

What he said was not adulterated, but there were some things that he did not tell Gillan.

It's that this "opinion" is not purely his personal "opinion", but also includes Caesar's head of state.

Some time ago, after he secretly reported Gilan's information and deeds to the head of state, the head of state showed an unprecedented look of expectation. He also told Parra to pay more attention to this young man.

Parra had never seen Caesar pay so much attention to a young man who was still in the mystic stage, which really shocked him.

At that time, Caesar only said one sentence:

"I believe Clark's prediction."

Of course Parra knew who this "Clark" was.

He is Captain William’s best friend and also the “director” of February Sichen, Clark Smith…

In fact, there is no tradition of the head of state meeting the "gravedigger" at all. Today's interview was just a deliberate arrangement by Parra.

Just to let the head of state meet this young man.

…

…

After returning to his rental apartment on Price Street, Gillan returned to a peaceful life.

Over the next week.

Daily practice is unstoppable, and living in seclusion is simple.

Ji Lan found that his current practice efficiency was very high, almost twice that of before.

He was very excited about this and never tired of practicing asceticism.

However, because the wick potion was consumed too much, Gillan also made a call to "Midnight Rose" through the "Alchemy Hotline".

He purchased two more batches of mysterious materials and spent a whole day refining them into 50 "wick potions."

After selling another 30 of them to "recover blood", Gillan's net worth is still 4,900 Caesars.

It is equivalent to spending more than 400 Caesars in exchange for 20 "wick potions" for his own practice.

However, what is interesting is that the person who answered the call this time was no longer the "White Sage" Paracelsus, but a member of the Esoteric Cult named "The Old Man Making the Staff".

When Jilan first heard the name, he was stunned for a moment.

His experience of surfing the Internet in his previous life made it difficult for him not to smile at this name.

Later I found out that this "old man making the staff" was a good friend of Sabotea Louis.

A long-time master of the Holy Grail Spiral of the Furnace, the "Torrent" path of January Sichen, and the fourth-level original "Clay Sculpture".

Gillan's cane of justice was made by the other party himself.

The "Old Man Making the Stick" is a talkative old man who chatted with Gillan for a long time in the "Hotline".

From alchemy to blacksmithing, from the current affairs of the empire to border wars, from spiritual practice experience to mystical knowledge...

It wasn't until we talked about "mercury batteries" for less than half of the time that the other party ended the conversation without any satisfaction.

Although Gillan felt sad about the consumption of the "mercury battery", he also felt that the chat was worth the money.

He learned a lot of occult knowledge from the "old man who made the staff". And knowledge is priceless.

besides.

When Gilan dreams at night, he will also go to the Kingdom of the Soul, chat with storks and seagulls, and discuss future plans for "Hand of the Dawn."

As he expected, the Black Sandpiper would sometimes appear in the open-air stone hall and sit by the Cross Key bonfire.

Members of the "Hand of Dawn", no matter where they are in reality, once they fall into a dream, they will come to Gilan's spiritual kingdom...

This night.

Gillan fell asleep again.

But he did not go to the Kingdom of the Soul. Instead, he held the "Letter Comb" in his hand and went directly to the "Black Castle" through this coordinate medium.

Under the dark night.

Gillan stood at the gate of the castle.

He walked in and walked up the familiar steps.

When he arrived at the high platform, he saw a girl in a wheelchair with her back to him, facing a flower bed full of blue flowers, holding a kettle in her hand, watering the flowers quietly.

The black-haired girl suddenly stopped watering and turned around.

"Welcome, Mr. Gillan."

The girl in the wheelchair smiled and said crisply.

On that sickly pale face, the smiling eyes narrowed.