Chapter 174
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Dudian's mind was completely focused on the memories in his mind. Although he had memorized the basic alchemy symbols, but he had forgotten a lot of alchemy symbols after several years in prison. Most of the remaining ones were vague in his memory.
The devil masked woman saw that Dudian didn't respond, so she said to Nightingale: "What about you? Don't dilly-dally and waste time."
Nightingale quickly handed out her alchemy information.
The devil masked woman took the information and quickly read it.
"Manganese and ferroalloy?" The devil masked woman's eyebrows slightly raised as her eyes swept left and right. She pondered for a bit and nodded: "Not bad. It's reasonable. Passed the preliminary examination."
Nightingale's eyes lit up as she was pleasantly surprised.
Gold and Rose who were next to her said in envy: "Congratulations."
The devil masked woman took the information and said: "Show me your alchemy medal."
Nightingale was happy. She took out the oval triangular medal that was hidden in her black robe. The back of the medal was engraved with the word "Nightingale".
The devil masked woman looked at the name and said: "The basic alchemy points for the preliminary examination are 10 points. Do you have any problem with this?"
"Yes." Nightingale nodded. She was naturally clear about this.
"Someone come and enter this into the inventory." The devil masked woman said to the other people who were sorting out the information. A purple robed figure came over and took the information and Nightingale's identity.
"Hey, are you done? I don't wait for people here." The devil masked woman looked at Dudian who was writing on the table behind Nightingale.
Dean put away the pen and gently blew the ink on the two pieces of paper. Then he turned to the side of Nightingale and handed them to the table in front of the masked woman: "Sorry to keep you waiting."
The devil masked woman's eyebrows twitched: "Only two?" She picked up the two pieces of paper from the table and glanced from top to bottom: "The ink hasn't dried yet. Did you just write this?"
Nightingale, who was standing to the side, hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, he's my assistant, and he's just an apprentice. When he came to apply for admission, he forgot to prepare the alchemy materials, so he wrote it down at the last minute."
The devil masked woman snorted but didn't say anything. She continued to read the papers.
"Yellow and red scales burning? Glass powder? " The woman quickly scanned the first piece of paper and glanced at Dudian. She continued to open the second piece of paper. It was still wet with ink, but there were very few alchemy formulas. "Sulfur, wood powder, fire saltpeter?"
She slowly swept her gaze downwards and was suddenly startled.
Although she was wearing an ugly demon mask, Nightingale, Gold, and Rose still felt her pause.
Dean looked at her closely.
After a brief silence, the woman slowly looked at Dean: "These are two alchemy techniques. Both are related to flames. Do you know anyone from the Inferno family?"
Dean's eyes flashed as he shook his head: "I don't know."
"Really?" The woman narrowed her eyes as she stared at Dean's mask for a moment. She retracted her gaze and said: "The first alchemy is about the analysis of the basic melting point and ignition point of the material. It is relatively elementary. You can barely qualify as an official alchemist. The second alchemy is more special. We will keep it for the time being. We will give you the results after the confirmation."
Dean thought about the words of Nightingale and others. He nodded to show that he understood.
"More special?" Nightingale, Gold and Rose caught the evaluation of the devil masked woman's words. They were startled and looked at Dean in surprise. Alchemy that could be evaluated as' special 'was either a wrong idea or had a special effect. No matter which one it was, it could be regarded as full marks in terms of' creativity '. Even if the theory was later speculated to be wrong, it could still inspire some people. So it had no small value.
"You need to submit your fingerprints, age, and the name that will symbolize you in the future when you join the dark church." The woman took out a form from the drawer and looked at Dean: "Everyone's fingerprints are different. We have professionals who can distinguish the difference between everyone's fingerprints. Once registered, this will be your identity in the future. You won't be able to hide or be impersonated by others. I hope you can treat it with caution."
"Oh," Dean said. His heart was a little stunned. Previously, he was still thinking about how this world's information was blocked. There was no iris recognition and blood type entry. What if someone killed others and used other people's medals to impersonate them. He did not expect to master fingerprint recognition.
"Have you thought about your future title? If you haven't thought about it, I can give you some hints such as Blackbat, Knight, Crow, and so on." The woman held the pen as she looked up at Dean.
Nightingale looked at Dean: "Hound sounds good, but it's too common. Some people have already used it."
Dean nodded. He looked at the woman's mask and suddenly thought that he had chosen the identity of an alchemist. It meant that he had fallen into the dark forces. As the Holy Church had said, he would become a devil. Once his identity was exposed, it would be like the darkness meeting the sun. He would be purified immediately.
This was a road of no return.
But he had chosen it. There was no way out. Even if there was a way out, he didn't want to retreat.
"A hound is a dog after all." Dean whispered: "Since I'm a devil, why not become a devil among devils. My code name is' Devil King '."
The woman, Nightingale and others were startled. Devil King?
"Has anyone used this code name?" Dean asked.
The woman responded: "Boy, your courage is not small. You dare to call yourself a devil king?"
Dean indifferently said: "Since I don't have the determination to become a devil king, why bother to do these shameful things?"
"Humph!" The woman coldly snorted: "Listening to your tone, it seems that you look down on your own identity. Aren't you proud of joining the dark church? "
Dean quietly looked at her: "Knights are proud of their code, nobles are proud of their etiquette, rich businessmen are proud of their wealth, light is proud of their holiness, and I am proud of myself."
"Your own identity? You know what's good for you. "The devil-masked woman's tone softened as she heard his words.
Nightingale, Gold and Rose were relieved. They were afraid that Dean would say something wrong.
They didn't realize that when Dean said 'myself', he didn't mean the identity of joining the dark church, but 'himself' in the real sense.
"I'll write down your name. I'll investigate it in three days to see if there are any people with the same name. If there aren't any, I'll engrave it on your medal." She then asked Dean's age and saved the fingerprints of Dean's ten fingers.
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