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Chapter 230

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"If your teacher doesn't teach you then I suggest you go to the Alchemy College. You can learn a lot of knowledge there. Occasionally there will be alchemy masters who will come to give lectures and broaden your horizons." Nightingale suggested to Dudian.

"I will." Dudian nodded. He wanted to go to the Alchemy College to find a way to restore his left hand.

Nightingale smiled behind her mask when she saw him agree. She said, "Since that's the case, I'll be waiting for you at the Alchemy College. Speaking of which, I can be considered your senior apprentice sister. I'll call you junior apprentice brother from now on. Your code name is too ostentatious. I'm afraid you'll get beaten up if others hear about it …"

Dean wryly smiled. He had thought of this code name on a whim. He didn't expect that no one would use it. Now that he thought about it, it was really arrogant. But it was also good to remind himself not to let a short period of ease and laziness erode him.

"Then I'll call you senior sister Nightingale." Dudian changed the topic: "Do you know any alchemy items that can treat fractures? I have a friend whose leg was broken by a stone."

"Fracture injury?" Nightingale thought for a moment: "I know of nothing but the 'fountain of life' that can treat such an injury. But the price of the fountain of life is too expensive. Moreover, you have the authority to buy it. You can't buy it unless you are a star level disciple."

"Fountain of life?"

"You don't know?" Nightingale was somewhat surprised: "Your teacher is really lazy. Didn't he teach you anything? The fountain of life is also sold in the Holy Church but only the internal members of the Holy Church can buy it. This is the best healing medicine. Even broken bones can be repaired. It is said that it can also regenerate broken fingers. It is extremely magical. The Holy Church said that it is a gift from the God of Light but in fact it was developed by the Dark Church." Nightingale said with a bit of disdain and pride in her voice. "

Dudian's eyes lit up: "How much is this thing?"

Nightingale saw that he was tempted. She immediately said: "You should dispel this idea. This is not something that can be bought with money. The dark church uses points to trade. This fountain of life needs 5000 points to buy!"

Dudian wrinkled his brows: "So expensive?"

"Of course, it's a human life at the critical moment." Nightingale said, "So, people like us who haven't stepped into the threshold of the star-class shouldn't think about it. Although it's a pity that your friend's leg is broken, we can only let him get used to it."

Dean shook his head: "I'll go and see if the potion master has any solution."

Nightingale sighed and said, "Well, I still have some activities in the academy, so I'll go back first. I wish your friend a speedy recovery."

After she left, Dean turned around and continued to inquire in other shops. Although he was told that in addition to the 'fountain of life', there was a kind of 'regeneration agent' refined by the alchemists of the life faction which could greatly heal injuries. But the price was extremely expensive and there was no market for it.

Dean couldn't help but feel disappointed. However, he wasn't too depressed as he had expected it from Nightingale's mouth. His eyes couldn't help but fall on the distant branch of the dark church. His eyes flashed for a moment, but he suppressed the impulse in his heart. He took a deep look at the dark knights that could be seen everywhere in the square. He turned around and sat in the carriage to return to the Ryan Castle.

In the carriage, Dean changed his clothes and took out the alchemy letter. He opened it and saw dense characters written on it. It was a poem written by a bard. Some of the sentences were not smooth. It was as if several poems were put together. At the end of the poem, there was a string of alchemy symbols.

Dean saw the string of alchemy symbols and immediately knew how to read it. He read it according to the diagonal lines of the alchemy symbols.

"Blood Reef Alchemy College … Address: 109 Red Tower Street …" Dean sorted out word by word. After a moment, he confirmed that there was no message left. He took out a match and burned the letter to ashes. When the carriage reached the suburban road, he put away the medal of the dark church. He wanted to find a secret place to hide it.

It was dusk by the time he returned to the Ryan Castle. After dinner with Old Fulin, Dean went back to his room. He took out a pen and paper to write and draw. This time it wasn't a big piece of paper but a simple topographic map.

Old Fulin pushed the door and entered the room. He looked at Dean: "This is your cold crystal." He took out a gray bag and handed it to Dean.

Dean's eyes lit up as he took it and opened it. There were four blue and round cold crystals inside. They were the four cold crystals that he had hunted. He was overjoyed: "Thank you."

"Your business is my business. There is no need to thank me." There was a faint smile on Old Fulin's face.

Dean looked at him: "I want to go outside the giant wall again in a few days."

"Again?" Old Fulin looked at him in surprise: "You just came back. The radiation in your body hasn't been digested yet. If you go outside the giant wall, the radiation will accumulate in your body. Moreover, your arm hasn't healed yet …"

Dean shook his head: "Ordinary medical treatment can't cure my hand. I went to ask my friend who is an alchemy warlock. He knows that there is an alchemy item that can cure my arm, but it costs too much money."

"Are you talking about the 'fountain of life'?" Old Fulin was surprised.

Dean looked at him in surprise: "You know about it?"

"Our family knows a lot about alchemy warlocks. This thing is also sold in the Holy Church. But only people from the Holy Church can buy it. If we are still a member of the Mellon consortium then we can ask the Knights of Light under the Mellon consortium to buy it for us." Old Fulin sighed: "A few days ago I went to the Scott consortium hoping that they could help us buy it. But the price is too expensive. We need fifty thousand gold coins. We only have ten thousand gold coins in our hands. We wanted to give them a credit but they didn't agree!"

Dean said: "Don't worry about it. I'll solve it myself."

Old Fulin looked at him and smiled: "It's getting late. You should rest early." Then he turned around and opened the door.

After he left, Dean's eyes fell on the four cold crystals in his hand. He immediately took off his shoes and went to the bed. He grabbed a dagger from the bedside table and cut his right finger. He took out a cold crystal and held it in his hand. The cold crystal quickly dissolved into a mucus and penetrated into his body through the blood on his finger. After a while, his whole body was alternating between extreme cold and extreme heat. When the feeling gradually subsided, Dean clearly felt that his physical strength had increased a little, and his thinking was sharper than before.

"One at a time. I can't be greedy." Dean put away the remaining three cold crystals. He didn't want his right arm to end up like his left hand.

Dean continued to improve the previous simple map according to his memory. It was late at night. He felt tired so he lay down and went to sleep.

The next morning, Dean got up on time. He ate breakfast and left the Ryan Castle. Once again he went to the dark church's branch. He wandered around, but spent most of his time in front of the freezer in the hall to observe the situation.

There were dozens of people in the freezer, so it wasn't eye-catching.

Time passed by quickly.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

On the third night, Dean closed the door as usual to absorb the third cold crystal. As the number of absorption increased, the feeling of extreme cold and extreme heat gradually faded. He could easily bear it. So much so that Dean was thinking about other things while he was absorbing the cold crystal. Suddenly he heard a subtle sound from his left hand. It woke him up.





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