Chapter 40
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The linen bag that the sturdy boy carried was very small and bulging. He obviously did not have a strengthened body like Dean. It was very strenuous for him to carry it on his shoulder. After walking for a while, he was tired and gasping for breath.
Dean's vision was more than three times that of ordinary people. He didn't have to worry about being detected as he followed far behind.
"He should be an alchemist apprentice at this age. I don't know if he is using it himself or helping his teacher to buy raw materials." Dean's eyes showed a bit of thinking. At this time, the strong boy stopped a carriage at the intersection and left.
Dean's face slightly changed and quickly followed.
In this bustling area, the speed of the carriage was not fast. Dean trotted far behind the carriage with Yamete on his back. After three years of daily training, his endurance was far beyond ordinary people. After seven or eight streets, Dean felt out of breath. When he was ready to hire a carriage to track them, he suddenly saw the carriage in front of him stop.
Dean quickly stopped. He saw the strong boy jump out of the carriage. After paying the copper coins, he entered the roadside alley.
Dean immediately walked over and pretended to pass by. He turned his head and looked into the alley. He was stunned to see that the alley was a dead end. It was blocked by a wall, and the sturdy boy had disappeared into the alley.
What the hell?
Dean slightly raised his eyebrows. After all, he was a person who was influenced by science. Naturally, he wouldn't believe that there would be magic in the fairy tales in reality. He entered the alley and carefully looked on the ground.
This blocked alley was obviously rarely entered. There was dust everywhere. There were several buckets of garbage piled up at the entrance of the alley. Because of this, Dean's strengthened keen vision immediately saw footprints on the ground. The footprints spread forward and stopped at a wall in the middle of the alley.
Dean's eyes flashed. He came in front of the wall and looked closer. He couldn't help but be startled. It was clearly a piece of cloth painted the same color as the wall. If he didn't look carefully, he wouldn't be able to distinguish it.
"This little trick of concealment. Sure enough, he is an alchemist apprentice." Dean reached out and touched the cloth. He saw that the back of the cloth was hard. Most likely, it was supported by a stone. So it wouldn't be exposed by rats or wind.
Dean secretly remembered this place and turned out of the alley. Obviously, this was an alchemist's stronghold. If he reported this to the Holy Church, with his status as a scavenger, he would immediately receive a lot of merit points. However, he was not interested in doing such a thing. On the contrary, he planned to blend into the small circle of this stronghold and learn about the alchemy warlocks of this world.
After all, what he knew about alchemy warlocks came from Rosyard's notes. Although there were a lot of things recorded, most of them were information that only senior alchemists could master. There were very few records of basic properties.
However, if you want to join the circle of alchemists, you must become an alchemist.
And the first step of an alchemist's proof was a black tattoo.
Dean didn't want to tattoo himself for the time being. He wasn't ready to join the alchemist circle so soon. After all, according to Rosyard's records, the alchemist circle used another identity to communicate with each other. The purpose of this was to avoid being exposed and arrested by the Knights of Light. Then they would be tortured to confess to the others.
"After I come back from outside the giant wall, I will formally consider this point." Dean looked at the alley and turned to the intersection. He stopped the carriage and went to the slums. He learned from childhood that doing many things at the same time would affect efficiency.
Soon, the carriage came to the boundary of the slums. Dean jumped out of the carriage and returned to the slums. As he approached the slums, the strong smell in the air made him frown slightly. There was a trace of helplessness in his heart. He could only endure the strange smell. He went along the path to a more remote place and found a shabby small hotel to rent.
In the hotel room, Dean took out several raw materials from the linen bag. The first step was to extract the sulfur from the sulfur. He was going to use the most primitive refining method. He would use high temperature to heat the sulfur and dissolve it. He would take the upper layer of the sulfur solution and cool it down. Then he would grind it into sulfur powder using a stone wheel.
Dean asked the hotel owner for a brazier. Although it was the rainy season and it was a bit strange to ask for a brazier to keep warm, but Dean gave him copper coins. The hotel owner was very happy and took out the dusty brazier from the warehouse. He also gave him a few pieces of coal.
Dean went back to his room and locked the door. He used the fire scythe that the hotel owner gave him to ignite the coal. After burning it for a while, the fire was too weak. Dean simply bought a big bag of coal from the hotel owner.
The melting point of the sulfur was not high, so it melted quickly. Dean took out the equipment that he bought in advance and began to fill the sulfur solution.
The room was filled with the strange smell of sulfur. Dean was secretly glad that he was prepared. He put on the mask. Because of the nuclear radiation, the mask did not seem to disappear along with the technological fault. It has always appeared in people's lives.
It has to be said that different environments promote different development.
Dean thought that in the future he would get a gas mask like Rosyard's. For alchemists, they often deal with a variety of substances. It was inevitable that some toxic substances would be ingested. The effect of the mask was negligible. It was only used by alchemy apprentices.
In the evening, Dean finally finished grinding the sulfur powder and fire saltpeter. As for the charcoal, he was going to go back and make it himself. This thing was simple.
"I didn't expect that making the oldest black powder would be so tiring." Dean looked at his clothes that were stained with coal. He smiled bitterly. He suddenly yearned for the day when he would have his own alchemy room.
"I hope I can make a lot of money outside the giant wall!" Dudian wiped the dust on his face, but his fighting spirit was high.
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In the blink of an eye, seven days passed.
The night before the mission, Dean said goodbye to Jura and Jura. Under their watchful eyes, he sat in the black carriage sent by the Mellon consortium's scavenger headquarters. He returned to the commercial district and lived in the previous castle. Mason and the others were also brought along with him, as well as other scavengers who had graduated together with him.
"I heard that we will leave early in the morning." Mason excitedly said: "Tomorrow we can go outside the giant wall. When I was a child, I wanted to see it. But I was scared by the terrible stories that they told me."
"Save it. Although the outside of the giant wall is not as terrible as they said, but it is absolutely dangerous." Zach said.
Sham smiled as he looked at the things that Dudian had placed on the bedside: "Dean, what did you bring?"
"Toy." Dean casually said. He glanced at the black powder tube that he had made in the past seven days. He thought that since it was packaged like this, it was impossible not to carry it.
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