Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

In the quiet alchemy laboratory, Wang Xuebin sat cross-legged on the ground, frowned slightly, and quietly listened to the heavy breathing curled in the corner of the wall.

It can be heard that the master of the breathing sound is surging and very uneasy. His somewhat empty light gray eyes are completely immersed in the memories of the past.

Perhaps for the owner of the breathing sound, six hundred years have been just a blink of an eye, and everything he has experienced seems to have happened yesterday, which still makes him remember it fresh.

"Huh~"

Finally, Nicolame, who had been silent for a long time, exhaled a long breath of turbid air, slowly raised his head, looked at the young man opposite him with a patient listening posture, sighed, and continued to tell.

“…Avenge revenge, the only thought in my heart at that time was to take revenge!

Everything I have was destroyed by the thugs, family, wealth, relatives, everything was destroyed in that turmoil...

At that time, I thought I had nothing left, and revenge was the only meaning of my life..."

Nicolemay pursed her lips, looked up at Wang Xuebin again, showed a hint of self-deprecating, shook her head and said:

"I was determined to take revenge and had no attention to anything. Even the night when I left secretly, Pefrell and Principal Audrey, who were standing on the terrace and watching my departure back, did not notice...

Later, Pefrell told me that I realized that I didn’t have anything at that time, but the most precious treasure I owned was completely ignored because of my habits...

Oh, thank you!"

Nicolme took the black tea handed over by Wang Xuebin, nodded and thanked her gently, took a sip, moistened her throat, let out a gentle breath, and then spoke to continue the conversation.

But he opened his mouth and was stunned. He stayed there for a while, looked up at Wang Xuebin with a little confused and asked softly:

“…I…Where did I say?”

Hearing this, Wang Xuebin almost choked out with a mouthful of tea. He quickly put down the black tea he had just brewed in his hand, and coughed while saying:

"…Cough…Magic Stone…Revenge…Cough…Cough…Cough…”

"Oh...yes, yes..."

Hearing Wang Xuebin's reminder, Nicole Mai immediately remembered the theme of communication, gently knocked on his forehead, shook his head and sighed:

"Sorry... My attention is getting more and more distracted. To be honest, I am now recalling my past for more than half of my time every day...

That was not a good memory…”

"The Black Death... It was a terrible disaster...

Whether it is a wizard or a Muggle, they are helpless about it...

From Sicily in southern Italy, to Genoa in the north, to Marseille and Paris in France, it finally radiates to all directions of Europe.

When I returned to Paris from Boothbaton Academy and wanted to find the thugs to take revenge, I realized... it was too late...

Paris has almost become a dead city... The streets and alleys are full of corpses and patients waiting to die... Each block is made of scarlet pigment and the words "Danger, no access!" are written.

Those thugs who ruined my family also flocked to various parts of Europe with the fleeing crowd. It was really harder to find them than to climb the sky!”

When Nicolame said this, he raised his head again, as if he could see Wang Xuebin's doubts, and explained softly:

"It was the fourteenth century, and the communication method was not developed. In addition, I was not the later alchemist at that time, and my mastery of spells was only an average level!

It can be said that relying solely on my own ordinary talent and the backward social conditions, it is almost impossible to find the hiding place for those thugs!

Until that evening...I met him..."

"What you said...isn't he a Philosopher's Stone?"

Opposite to Nicolemay, Wang Xuebin frowned and stared at Nicolemay with his eyes tightly, his voice full of solemnity.

"Yes! It's the Philosopher's Stone!"

Hearing Wang Xuebin’s question, Nicolemay smiled slightly, nodded slightly, and said:

"I still remember clearly that evening, the wind was blowing heavily and the weather was very cold, but at that time, my heart was hot!

It was a male corpse wearing a black double-breasted robe. The double-breasted robe was a robe that popular male witches in the 14th century were used to wear.

The corpse was so old that it was at least 150 or 60 years old. In his neck, there was a small pocket made of black rope, which was only the size of a thumb!”

"Thumb size?"

On the side, Wang Xuebin, who heard Nicolame's words, frowned again, reached out to hold a glass jar filled with blood-red gems, appeared out of thin air in his hands.

The moment he took out the jar, the runes on the walls of the Alchemy Laboratory emitted a soft golden glow.

The golden light illuminated the dim laboratory, but Wang Xuebin did not pay attention to these things. Instead, he looked at the philosopher's stone the size of a fist in his hand, and had some guesses in his heart.

"...Yes, I remember it very clearly, it's the size of a thumb!"

Nicolame also saw the philosopher's stone placed on the ground, reflecting with golden light, showing a look of nostalgia.

"... The bag made of black rope was faintly illuminated with red blood. I was very curious at that time, very curious...

Driven by curiosity, I forgot my fear, reached out to hook the head of the cold and stiff corpse, and took off the bag from his neck...

Just as I took it, a red gem the size of a knuckle fell out..."

As he said that, Nicolamee raised his hand and gently stroked the Book of Abraham on the alchemy platform, recalling:

"...I recognized him...I recognized him at a glance...I knew his name very early...I knew his role...I used to dream of having him...Now...He just appeared in front of me..."

Nicolamey murmured while stroking the books on the alchemy platform, and his voice was very small. Rather than saying it to Wang Xuebin, it would be more like saying it to yourself!

"...Sage Stone, a treasure that can break the authority of fantasy and reality...Direct stones into gold, immortality potion, activation elements...

It can be said that there is no alchemist in the world who can remain indifferent to him...I am of course no exception..."

Nicolmay continued to flip through the Book of Abraham on the alchemy platform, and said while flipping through it:

"...That's right, I'm still very young and have no idea to make the potion of immortality. When I got the Sage Stone, I had hope of revenge..."

As he said that, he turned the Book of Abraham to the page about the Philosopher's Stone and handed it to Wang Xuebin, who was sitting opposite him.

"...Yes, what I thought of at that time... was only revenge..."

I saw that the book was filled with cuneiform characters, and next to the cuneiform characters were bloody words written in Latin by Nicolamee.

‘Blood debt and blood repayment!’