"Go and come back in three days." The woman put away the materials and asked the three of them to leave.
Nightingale looked at Dean as they left the room. Her eyes behind the owl mask flashed: "Congratulations! Your first application was approved. Now you are an official alchemist."
"Congratulations," said the golden armor beside him with a smile.
Rose blinked and curiously asked: "What kind of alchemy did you submit? How could it be called 'special'?"
Dean smiled: "It's just ordinary alchemy."
Rose didn't ask again as she saw that Dean didn't want to say it.
Nightingale looked at Dean: "Are you free? I'll take you to see Mouse. If he knows that you have become an official alchemist then he will be able to cure his laziness."
Dean thought for a moment and shook his head: "No, I have other things to do. Let's go another day."
"Alright." Nightingale nodded.
Nightingale and the others didn't leave immediately. They strolled in front of the shops around the square. Occasionally they would see rare alchemy materials that were hard to find outside. They would buy some.
Dean accompanied them to stroll around. He noticed that there were not only alchemists in the dark church's branch. There was another extremely evil profession – potion master.
If alchemists were equivalent to the scientists of the old era, then potion masters were a group of madmen who were interested in developing various poisons and potions. They were crazier than the alchemists of the 'life' faction. In the history of the giant wall of Sylvia, potion masters had slaughtered small towns and exterminated aristocrats. Their destructive power was extremely terrifying.
Dean had read in Rosyard's notes that it was better to provoke the Holy Church than to offend a potion master. Otherwise you wouldn't know when you would die. Moreover, the fate of being poisoned by a potion master was extremely painful and miserable.
"Potion master … If I use the poison to hunt monsters outside the giant wall then it would be a good weapon." Dean thought in his heart. At this time he saw Nightingale picking a small piece of nickel in front of the shop.
After a while, they were almost done with their stroll and left together.
"Do you want me to give you a ride?" Nightingale asked as she remembered that Dean didn't have a carriage.
Dean shook his head: "Thanks, but it's not on the way."
Nightingale nodded slightly. In fact, she was just being polite. If Dean agreed, she would be in a difficult situation. From childhood to adulthood, she had never been alone with strangers except for her relatives and servants.
Gold Armor and Rose also got into their carriages and left.
Dean came to a dark corner of the town. After confirming that no one was following him, he took off his mask, put away his black robe, and quietly left the town.
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In a secret hall that few people knew about.
In an office in the main hall, a few figures shrouded in darkness sat at their respective tables, busying themselves. Suddenly, a slight sound came from a metal pipe beside one of the tables. The people sitting at the table turned their heads to look, only to see a pitch-black triangular snake head slowly protruding from the metal pipe. Its forehead was covered with black scales, and one could tell at a glance that it was a venomous species.
The figure at the table slowly stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to stroke the snake's head.
The black snake slowly opened its mouth, and there was a black reel in its sharp fangs.
The figure at the table pulled out the reel, opened it, and took out a letter and a roll of information. After a moment, he put away the information and the letter, and muttered to himself: "Flame explosion forbidden technique again? It seems that there are a lot of nobles who have been colluding with alchemists recently. "
He pondered for a moment, and immediately wrote a letter, stuffed it into the reel, and handed it to the black snake.
The black snake opened its mouth, swallowed the reel, and slowly retracted its body back into the metal pipe.
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Mount Erdos, Burong family.
In the castle surrounded by rivers of traps, there was a bamboo shoot-like room in the castle. Two figures were sitting in front of a desk. There were a lot of information and several thick books on the table.
"According to our investigation, the murderer is likely to be his friend." The blonde Gionda sat by the desk and gently tapped a pen on a document. He said gently, "We'll start with him later."
A pretty and slim figure was sitting at the opposite side of the table. She was wearing a simple but expensive light green dress. She was looking at the potted plants on the window next to her. When she heard Gionda's words, she looked at the direction he was pointing at. She was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked: "Teacher, is there any trouble in our family?"
Gionda was taken aback. She looked at the beautiful girl and said, "Why do you think so?"
"Recently, my father has been deliberately preventing me from leaving the castle, and even troubled you to come to my house to accompany me. There must be something bad happening outside that my father doesn't want me to know." The girl looked up at him and said, "Can you tell me?"
Gionda looked at her bright and clear eyes. His heart skipped a beat. He turned his head away and said: "It's your illusion. Your Burong family is an ancient aristocratic family with a huge industry. How can you encounter trouble? But recently there are alchemists outside. It's not safe. So I'm afraid you will encounter danger."
"Really?" The girl stared at him deeply, bowed her head and didn't say anything.
Gionda put away the documents on the table: "That's all for today. I think you're a little tired. I've found some clues. I'll go back and send someone to investigate." Then he picked up the books and materials, turned around and left the room.
In this room, which was comparable to an ordinary aristocratic hall, there was only the girl left. She sat silently for a moment and felt a little tired. She got up and went to the window. She looked at the courtyard and fruit trees outside. Her depressed mood eased a lot. Suddenly, she saw a carriage coming from a distant path. There was a bright dark red flag on the carriage.
The girl's eyes lit up as she quickly greeted the carriage.
The carriage soon stopped in front of the courtyard. A tall girl with white skin and dark red curly hair came down from the carriage. Her slender body seemed to be blown by the wind at any time. She ran out of the carriage and saw the girl in green skirt running out of the courtyard. She was surprised: "Jenny."
Jenny's face was full of joy as she said, "Saya, why have you come?"
"I'm bored to death, so I came to play with you." Sarah Mel smiled.
"Great, let's go inside." Jenny pulled her friend back to her room.
The sun was setting.
The afternoon passed. Sarah was holding Jenny's favorite plush doll. She stood in front of the window and looked at the sky: "It's getting late. I should go back."
Jenny said: "Why don't you rest in my house tonight?"
Sarah Mel shook her head and said: "Today I'll go back and rest early. Tomorrow I have a place to go. Ah, right, I came here to tell you good news."
"Good news?" Jenny was surprised.
Sarah Mel smiled and said: "You met a hunter who can write poetry. Wasn't he imprisoned? But recently he was released on bail. Tomorrow I will go to a party. Maybe I will meet him." Sarah Mel smiled and said: "That's right.
"Hunter …" Jenny's body shook as she looked at her in disbelief: "You, you are talking about Dean?"
Sarah shrugged: "I don't remember his name. But this time he was bailed out. I think he will encounter a lot of trouble. The noble who bailed him out is too weak. He wants to set up a consortium. I think he wants to use your friend."
Jenny was stunned and murmured, "Didn't my father say that he can't be bailed out for what he did?"
Sarah was surprised: "Really? It's just theft. We used to do this kind of thing when we were children. With the power of your family, it should be easy to bail him out."
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