Chapter 172
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Nightingale nodded: "Almost. But even if you don't have a complete alchemy result, as long as you can come up with a reasonable framework of alchemy conjecture, you can get basic alchemy points and alchemy certificate if you can pass the review. After all, apprentice apprentices can only learn so much. It is very difficult to find a new direction from all the alchemy theories that have already been opened up. Thus, as long as you can come up with some relatively open-minded or creative conjectures, you might be able to pass the review. "
Dean nodded slightly. He was afraid that it was not because of the limited knowledge of the apprentice, but because the dark church couldn't see the light of day. In the long confrontation, the consumption of the grassroots was far more than that of the Holy Church. The only way to maintain the number and scale of the dark church was to relax the requirements of the lower level. In the end, the lower level would always serve the higher level.
Rose looked at Dean and said: "Even if you put forward an alchemy conjecture, you need a complete alchemy process and a relatively complete alchemy formula. Otherwise, it can only be regarded as' fantasy '."
"Yes." Golden nodded in agreement.
Dean thought for a moment and said to Nightingale: "I have an alchemy conjecture. I will take this opportunity to apply to the dark church."
"Oh?" Nightingale's eyes were a bit surprised. She smiled: "It seems that you haven't given up on the pursuit of alchemy in the past few years. I would like to see it. I wish you success."
Rose and Golden looked at each other. They wanted to say something but hesitated. In the end, they held back and didn't say anything. After all, Nightingale was a friend of Nightingale. It would be rude to continue to question her.
Immediately, the four of them went to the dark church behind the square.
In front of this magnificent hall, there were two stone sculptures. They were very similar to the sculptures outside the Holy Church. There were two four-winged angel sculptures, one male and one female. Both had a handsome face. Their hands were folded in front of their chest, looking up at the sky as if they were praying for all sentient beings. The only difference was that the cheeks of these two angel sculptures were a bit less merciful. Instead, there was a bit more evil charm. Moreover, their wings and clothes were black. They were wrapped in chains and had a bit of a murderous aura.
Dean knew from Rosyard's notes that these were the purgatory angels that served the king of destruction.
The four of them walked up the stairs, passed by two Purgatory Angel statues that were over ten meters tall, and entered the dark hall.
The hall was very spacious. There was a huge sign on the left side of the hall. There were many white papers on it. Dean glanced at the white papers and saw that there were various alchemy materials, potion materials, alchemy team recruitment information and so on.
Nightingale stopped and looked back at Dean: "You are an apprentice. According to the rules, you can't personally submit your conjecture to the dark church. You can only find your master or other official members of the dark church to help you."
Dean was surprised but immediately understood. Other alchemists were different from him. Most of them had their own masters. The reason why they stepped on the path of alchemy was that they met their masters and learned some superficial alchemy knowledge under the guidance of their masters.
"Then please help me to submit it." Dudian said to Nightingale.
Nightingale smiled and said, "Can you trust me?"
"We are old friends. How can we trust each other?" Dean smiled. If it was an average person then he wouldn't believe it. Taking someone else's alchemy experiment as one's own wasn't something that hadn't happened before. Even many masters and apprentices would have such a problem. After all, a great and successful alchemy experiment would give a terrifying amount of points.
Nightingale smiled: "Alright, leave it to me." She stretched out her hand from the black robe. It was a white and delicate little hand.
Dean glanced at it and knew that the owner of the small hand was a pampered person. He rarely did things in person. There was no sign of heavy work done on the palm.
"Do you have a pen and paper?" Dean asked.
Nightingale, Gold Armor, and Rose were all stunned. Nightingale withdrew her hand and said in astonishment, "Don't tell me you want to write it now?"
Dean coughed: "It's written in my mind. It won't take too long."
"Really?" Although she heard Dean's words, Nightingale still looked at him suspiciously. Who would come to submit an alchemy conjecture without being prepared in advance? Like them, when they came to submit alchemy results, they would repeatedly write, repeatedly revise and check several times to confirm that there were no typos or omissions.
Rose asked suspiciously: "Are you really ready? Don't tell me he said that because he wanted to see this place for himself? "
Nightingale looked at Dean for a moment: "Can you really write it down?"
Dean nodded slightly to show his affirmation.
"Alright." Nightingale thought for a moment: "We will submit it first. You can write it down on the side. There is a place there."
Rose and Gold looked at each other but didn't say anything. Anyway, they wouldn't be the ones who would lose face. There was no need to offend others.
They took Dean to a counter next to the hall. There were many potion materials and alchemy materials behind the counter. There was a door next to it. Every once in a while, someone would come out of the door. The people in front of the queue would enter through the door. Apparently, it was the place where the test would take place.
"Nightingale, look, there is' zirconium 'behind it. My God, it's so expensive!" While waiting in line, they were also looking around. Gold noticed the corner of the counter in front of them and exclaimed in a low voice.
Nightingale looked over and sighed: "It's really expensive, but my alchemy table is too poor. Even if I buy it, there is no way to melt it."
Dean looked over. This zirconium was a rare metal ore. It was the size of a fist and silver-gray. At the moment, a small piece on the counter was priced at 12 gold coins. One gold coin was equivalent to 10,000 copper coins, which was equivalent to the annual income of most residential families.
"Zirconium metal …" Dean's eyes flashed slightly. This thing had a very high corrosion resistance. If it was added to the hunter's armor, it could improve the quality of the armor by several times. It could be used to deal with some monsters that could spit corrosive acid mist.
"Look." Suddenly, Rose pointed to a tall and handsome figure in the front of the queue. Judging from the figure, it was a young man. Different from the other people's robes, he was wearing clothes, which were exquisitely tailored silver-white clothes with gold embroidery. He was very eye-catching in the crowd.
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