From Prisoner to Si Chen

"Mr. Gillan, did you...did you use alchemy just now?"

Lemme walked beside Gillan and asked curiously.

"Yes." Gillan glanced at the noble girl and answered. "The alchemy array prepared in advance."

"Is it the four high-level structures you figured out yourself?"

Lemme was startled and asked again.

Gillan nodded.

"Because I haven't learned the 'alchemy catalyst' yet, I just used simple materials to mix some ink, and drew the alchemy array on parchment in advance according to the applicability, so that it can be taken out and used at any time."

"It can be done like this...?!"

Lemme looked surprised.

Gillan chuckled and said:

"At present, it is not as good as Mrs. McCara. It takes too long to draw the alchemy array temporarily, and it is impossible to deal with emergencies, so I have to find another way and think of this method."

"The basic alchemy array of decomposition and reconstruction... through the effect of the high-level structure, the material is highly condensed."

Lemme recalled the previous scene and murmured.

She looked deeply at the blond young man.

Such an alchemy array is actually not very helpful for fighting... The real scary thing about Gillan is actually his actual combat ability.

With just a hard and heavy "mud stick", he easily solved the group of senior apprentices of the "Red Duke".

"How strong is his real strength?"

Lemay couldn't help but guess in his heart.

"Will he be stronger than my mother's guards? Impossible... They are all strong men who have retired from the royal elite, and each of them has physical strength beyond ordinary people."

But even if she thought so, Lemay was still not sure, because Gillan left a deep impression on her and was very mysterious.

Lemay looked at the lion-headed monster in the hands of the blond young man again. For some reason, the monster stopped moving shortly after they left, like a corpse held in Gillan's hand, looking a little creepy.

"Is this monster made by alchemy? It's really scary..."

Lemay thought to himself and shook his head secretly.

The three of them returned to the wooden house along the forest path.

But just as I walked to the door, I heard a conversation coming from inside. It was Mrs. McCullagh, talking to another strange middle-aged man.

"... Are you really not going to consider it again? McCullagh."

The man's low voice sounded.

"You used to be one of us, and I believe you are very clear about our determination. This time, I really found relevant records about the 'Philosopher's Stone'... I am even 80% sure that it is indeed the manuscript left by the original unknown alchemist."

"No need, Mr. Borrol."

Ms. McCullagh said softly.

"I have withdrawn from the 'Midnight Rose' for a long time, and I no longer want to get involved in your affairs. I just plan to study my own things quietly."

"McCullagh, let me tell you this... I have actually experimented, and even succeeded for the most part, and refined a semi-finished 'Philosopher's Stone', which I call 'Black Jade'."

Borrol said in a deep voice.

"There is only one last step left, which is to make it undergo a secondary transmutation reaction, completely dye it, reach a perfect state, and become a scarlet crystal!"

"McKara, do you know? Even the semi-finished 'black jade' contains more energy than the best 'alchemical catalyst' of the current era, even more than ten times. Do you know what this means..."

"If we can successfully refine the 'philosopher's stone', it will be able to realize many of our past helpless visions, immortality? Cure? Power? Energy? Even unify the world... It is no longer a dream!"

"No need to say more, Mr. Borol."

However, Mrs. McCara was indifferent and still declined the other party's invitation.

"As the leader of the 'Midnight Rose' now, you must know better than anyone that the principle of 'equivalent exchange' is the truth law of the world... If you want to refine the 'philosopher's stone', the price you have to pay is immeasurable."

"Alas." Mrs. McCara sighed and paused. "Take advantage of the opportunity to turn back now and don't get stuck in it. The 'Philosopher's Stone' may seem beautiful, but it will become the fuse of a disaster."

"McCara, since you have no intention of joining, forget it... I came to you in person this time because I admire your knowledge and talent in the past. Unfortunately, we are not on the same path."

Borol's disappointment was beyond words.

Bang.

The door of the wooden house opened from the inside, and a blond man in a red and black satin robe walked out with a gloomy face.

His tight red striped pants were tucked into his pointed boots, and they made a clattering sound when he walked.

The man glanced at the three apprentices standing in the yard, and then looked at the stitched monster in Gillan's hand. Without saying a word, he turned around and left.

When he walked away, Gillan asked the noble girl Flamel beside him in a deep voice:

"Is the man just now the 'Red Duke'?"

"Yes." Flamel nodded, with awe in his eyes. "He is also a great alchemist who was personally received by the Queen. He once refined three rare treasures for the royal family, which were enshrined in the palace."

"Mr. Borol Dupu, the 'Red Duke', Mr. Macara Melaskes, the 'Silver Bottle Lady', and Mr. Hermes Mishi, the 'Forge King', are known as the three great alchemists who are closest to the truth after the original unknown alchemist."

"I see." Gilan nodded.

He was surprised in his heart.

With his extraordinary hearing, he heard the conversation in the room clearly...

What Gillan didn't expect was that this "Red Duke" Borol Dupu was actually the leader of the "Midnight Rose" of this era!

'Did he ascend to heaven in the future? Why haven't I heard Teacher Pala talk about it...'

He thought secretly.

…

…

The peaceful study life passed quickly.

Time flew, and another month passed.

In this month, Gillan's progress was very fast, gradually leaving Flamel and Galken behind.

No matter what Mrs. McCara taught, Gillan could remember it in his mind after listening to it once, and then with his excellent understanding and clever brain, he quickly understood and digested it, and even drew inferences from one example.

Even though the courses became more and more difficult, Gillan's progress showed no signs of slowing down.

This surprised Mrs. McCara even more, because the knowledge she talked about could not be mastered without a year or two. But the talent of Gillan Ilos, the apprentice, repeatedly broke her expectations.

At the same time, this also made Flamel feel frustrated, and even lost the desire to compete with him. Instead, he had a sense of inexplicable admiration and worship for him.

During this month, in addition to learning the knowledge taught by Mrs. McCara, Gillan also disassembled and studied the body structure of the stitched monster, trying to reverse its principle.

However, there was not much to gain.

The internal organs of the monster were also a combination of canines and lions, but Gillan could not figure out how this alchemical creature could achieve fusion and move like a normal creature.

He guessed that this was probably related to the green potion spilled by the group of apprentices... and when piecing together the creatures, the power of the alchemical array should have been borrowed.

In the end, Gillan had to corrupt the lion-headed monster that had been torn into pieces, and obtained 20 points of mysterious energy, which was better than nothing.

Interestingly, during this period, Galken seemed to be quite interested in this patchwork creature. Whenever Gillan studied it, he would come to the side to observe.

He did not say anything, just watched quietly.

But Gillan found the unconcealable desire for knowledge in the eyes of this introverted and cowardly civilian youth.

That evening.

The lady took three apprentices to eat in the courtyard and began to talk about new knowledge again... In fact, it seemed that she was talking for Gillan.

Because Flamel and Galken were far behind Gillan, especially Galken, who was still learning the content from half a month ago.

"Today I will tell you about the major branches of alchemy, which will help you have a more comprehensive understanding of this subject."

Mrs. McCullagh finished a piece of bread, wiped the corners of her mouth with a silk scarf, and spoke gently.

She stretched out a finger and turned out a wisp of flame, a ball of water, a vortex of wind and a piece of rock out of thin air.

The four substances swirled between her fingers without interfering with each other.

"Fire is the father, flowing water is the mother, conceived by the wind, and nurtured by the earth."

"This is the cornerstone of the creation of the world, and it is also the four elements of the universe. It is the substance that symbolizes the four old gods of creation."

Mrs. McCullagh smiled.

"Among the substances in the world, there are three that are particularly special and cannot be avoided by us alchemists, namely mercury, sulfur and salt."

"Mercury makes substances flow, sulfur makes substances burn, and salt crystals make substances solidify, so that a perfect balance is achieved."

As she spoke, the lady took out three glass bottles, each containing yellow powder, silver liquid and white particles.

She took out a pencil and placed it directly on the table, tapping it with her fingers.

Thump.

The silver alchemy array emerged.

The lady uncorked the bottle, sprinkled a little sulfur powder on the pencil, and then pointed her finger, and the flame suspended in the air fell down and ignited it.

Bear!

The pencil caught fire.

The wooden shell was quickly burned to ashes, and the pencil core inside was also dusted under the high temperature.

Mrs. McCullagh put mercury in it, and added water and earth elements. Soon, the pencil dust merged into a flowing "gray substance".

After the mass was fully mixed, the lady added salt and a pinch of the mysterious "alchemical catalyst" to solidify it into a hard ball like gray stone.

Finally, she ignited it again with sulfur and activated the power of the alchemical array.

In the blazing flames, the ball began to dye rapidly.

From grayish white to black, from black to blue, and finally to golden yellow.

"Lead... turned into gold?!"

Flamel widened her beautiful eyes and said in surprise.

Although this was the second time I saw "turning stone into gold", the specific process was not quite the same, which gave the three apprentices a brand new feeling.

"Turning base metals into precious metals is a broad overview of alchemy."

Mrs. McCullagh took back the alchemical array and smiled.

There was only a golden ball left on the table, shining brightly.