Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

Boothbaton College is an academy that attaches great importance to alchemy. As soon as the young wizards entered the school, they began to teach enlightenment about the basic knowledge of alchemy.

Ancient magical script, Latin, cuneiform script, Egyptian hieroglyphic script, Chinese oracle bone script, tadpole script...

One by one, the boring and big classics taught the little wizards what alchemy means, and these big numbers will always accompany them in their future study careers.

Such training in understanding, understanding, reading, and writing has run through the long study career of Boothbaton students.

After graduation, even if these students do not make a living, the foundation laid by Boothbaton for them can still benefit them for life...

Anyway, what Gu Wang Xuebin heard was that even some secretarial work in some British wizarding companies or government departments were particularly favored by students who graduated from Boothbaton.

Not to mention anything else, just talking about the handsome font of Boothbaton students is much better than the Hogwarts cats and dogs that chase...

In an unmanned alchemy laboratory, on the walls, on the ground, and even on the ceiling, there are densely packed with hand-written ancient magical texts.

According to Ms. Maxim, there are more than 200 such alchemy laboratories, each with the same configuration, allowing students to verify their ideas through experiments.

Wang Xuebin has to admire this arrangement!

Just because every magical text in the room is written with softened gold as ink.

Moreover, such magic texts cannot be preserved forever and must be repaired and replaced every once in a while.

The people who are responsible for repairing and changing jobs are those students with relatively excellent magic literature courses.

One way is to save the professors' work, and the second thing can also exercise students' mastery of writing magical texts. The best of both worlds is that it costs a little gold...

For the future of students, I have to say that Boothpaton, one of the three major magic academies in Europe, does have some tricks!

“…Come in, come in…”

Nicolmey leaned sideways and pushed open the laboratory door with her shoulders. While squeezing in, she did not forget to turn back and greet Wang Xuebin.

There is no way, the immortal potion refined by the Philosopher Stone can indeed ensure that people are immortal, but immortality does not mean immortality!

Nicolmey's soul is still strong, but his body has become extremely decayed...

Osteoporosis, disordered heartbeat, weak muscle atrophy and deterioration, gastrointestinal tract function...

Now he dares not push the door with his arm because his bones will cause comminuted fractures and he dares not eat big stutters because his teeth will be hurt.

I can only swallow liquid food because the stomach and intestines cannot digest it, so I dare not use my eyes to look at the strong light because my pupils have lost the ability to contract...

It can be said that Nicolame is now a living dead bone, and his soul maintains all his vitality, allowing him to survive in the world, but he has no quality of life at all.

It is hard to blame Nicolame for being able to welcome death with a positive attitude. For him, is death also a relief?

"...The Sage Stone, or the Magic Stone..."

The two entered the laboratory one by one, and Nicolmai took out his magic wand and waved it gently. A large old but unbreakable book with sheepskin as the cover flew out from a cabinet next to it.

"...That was when I was about thirty years old, and it was successfully refined by chance..."

Nicolmay said, putting the books floating in the air on the platform not far away, gently pulling up Wang Xuebin's wrist and coming to the platform.

"...Europe at that time... was facing an unprecedented disaster...The Black Death...It's very terrifying... People die every day...Paris will die too...but compared to other places, our place is better..."

Nicolme released Wang Xuebin's wrist and gently stroked the book without any words or symbols on the cover placed on the table, just like he was stroking an old friend, his eyes full of nostalgia and lingering fear.

"...At thirty, I am already a well-known alchemist, and Pefrell is the daughter of a big businessman, so I don't have to worry about my livelihood and live a happy life..."

As Nicolmae said, he gently opened the thick book. As soon as he opened the first page, the golden runes in the alchemy laboratory immediately shone, as if warning something.

But Nicolmey didn't care at all, but continued to slowly flip page by page.

“...But...How long can the teeth be intact when the lips are rotten?

In the harsh environment, Paris finally fell...

It was an evening... People were crazy, burning, killing, looting, and trying to escape from here, even though no one knew where it was safe..."

Nicolmay said, with a look of fear on his face. Wang Xuebin could see that such an experience left a considerable psychological shadow on him and he could not get rid of it until now.

"...The crazy flames burned into our home, and they rushed into our home, snatching everything that could be seen...

I was scared...I had magic...but I could not protect anything except Pefrell... so...our home was ruined...

I took Pefrell and the book I had been carrying with me, and came out of the crazy crowd...

I don't know how many people I killed... I just know that when Pefrell and I rushed to a safe place... Her body and I were already stained with blood..."

Speaking of this, Nicolamee's eyes turned red. It was not bloody or ruthless, but sincere confession.

Perhaps, it is repentance of the bloody crime he is about to commit...

"...Pefrell and I have nowhere to go... I was an orphan since I was a child, and Pefrell's family couldn't escape the unrest...

At the end of my life, I could only lead Pefrell back to the Busbaton College where we were studying.

Nothing else, I just want to see if I could pray to Principal Audrey at that time and pray for a place to settle down..."

Nicolemay said, his eyes filled with hot tears. He sniffed, swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and continued:

"...I'm very lucky, really lucky... the kind Principal Audrey took us in... without a trace of hesitation...

Not only that, she is willing to provide me and Peverrell with a job that can maintain a decent... For me... the job is very simple... the teaching assistant for alchemy... it is really simple

Now that I think about it, Principal Audrey should have seen the hatred in my heart at that time... Let me serve as an assistant teacher... I just hope to use the children's innocent childlike fun... to save my heart...

...But...I was unwilling to give up at that time...I couldn't let go...I was cursing the thugs in my heart...The thugs who ruined my and Pefrell's home...

So... one night... I left Pefrell and left Boothbaton Academy alone... embarked on a journey of revenge...

It was a journey full of blood and death…”