The Door of Merchants and Alchemists
"I'm afraid that the Astronomical Society has already activated the Earth-Moon defense system, right? Maybe some super sci-fi weapon is already aimed here, and then — "
In the illusory temple, Tongi gestured with a pistol and said, "Then there will be nothing left."
Zeus looked up at her. "You don't care about your contractor being smashed to pieces at all? Or are you really going to push him to his death? "
"No, if you want to talk about it, you have more confidence in the conservative bureaucracy of the Directorate of Command, don't you think?"
Tongi shrugged. "If it wasn't for the most critical situation, they would never take irreversible measures. Now, maybe they are still waiting and watching."
"Heh, they are mortals after all."
Zeus sneered disdainfully. "Waiting for what? Waiting for a miracle to happen? "
"You can't say that." Tongi held her chin, blinked, and smiled. "'Waiting' and 'hope' are the most beautiful things in the world, aren't they?"
"Mortals pray for miracles, but miracles never work for the gods." Zeus was still cold. "Even if a miracle stands on their side, it won't work."
As the source of power, the Stigmata was essentially the manifestation of miracles.
But miracles were useless to the gods, and the gods never expected miracles to appear beside them.
This was because miracles were nothing more than their reflections on the ground. The essence of the gods was already an existence above miracles, and they were the beloved children of the present!
Relying on such things to fight against the gods was no different from hoping that the shadows on the ground could defeat the gods.
What a joke.
Pubrus didn't need any other power at all, because even if he only had a divine seat now, he was still invincible like a cheating device.
Only another god, or a relic of authority forged by a god, could hurt a god, or … a natural enemy who possessed the God's Wedge, which was equivalent to a god's position!
Apart from that, everything else was just the moon in the mirror or flowers in the water when compared to a god.
Unfortunately, there was none of those things in the present Helios!
Even Helios itself was under the control of Pubrus.
"Could it be that I've misjudged him?"
Zeus asked. "Your contractor, what god's blood descendant is he? He has the status of a demigod and can touch the realm of the gods and cause harm to Pubrus?"
"Isn't that a bit too much?"
Tong Ji shook her head and could not help but say helplessly, "He's a proper, normal human. Although his luck is a little strange, always picking up strange things and then being unlucky, he doesn't look like he can kill a god no matter how you look at it. Do you have some unrealistic expectations of my contractor? "
Zeus's expression became more and more strange. "Or are you going to sacrifice the God's Wedge that you rely on now to protect their world?"
"Are you thinking peaches to eat?"
Tong Ji widened her eyes and slammed the table angrily. "When have you ever seen me return something that has entered my pocket? It's fine if you want to save the world, but you want me to pay for it? You! "
Thus, Zeus's expression became more and more complicated.
It was as if he had seen a ghost.
"This is not it, and that is not it …" he asked. "Doesn't that mean you are going to lose?"
"Not really. I haven't lost yet, have I?"
Tongi sipped the tea in her pink teacup, and the straw seemed to be sizzling happily. "Have you forgotten the most important question, Zeus?"
The most important question.
The most unknown secret of all.
It was a piece of history buried in the past.
The crux of the matter that everyone had overlooked …
"That thing —"
Tongi held the straw in her mouth and smiled. "That thing that was created."
She asked, "Is it really 'Apollo'?"
For a moment, Zeus fell into silence.
There was no answer.
But that was the most important question!
From the beginning, everyone, including Pubrus and Garland, thought that the ritual in Helios pointed to the Sun God, so it was natural that they could recreate Apollo!
But the problem was … if they had pointed to the gods of other realms, they would have succeeded long ago!
But they had chosen the most difficult direction.
It was not because Apollo was the strongest, nor was it because Apollo was special, nor was it because of any other messy restrictions.
The real reason was that the Sun God known as' Apollo 'had died long before the fall of the gods!
It did not matter if he had died or fallen. In short, he had died in the hands of this woman in front of Zeus, along with his other colleagues.
He had died simply, completely, irredeemably, without leaving even a trace!
Although she had called it an 'immature past,' her methods at that time were quite mature and comprehensive. She did not leave any luck or loopholes.
It could be said to be an artistic murder.
She did not leave any future troubles.
If there was a one in ten thousand chance of reappearing, Zeus and the others would have done so long ago. How could it be Pubrus' turn?
So, here came the question …
Tongi smiled and asked faintly, "At this moment, which Sun God has descended?"
At that moment, in the midst of layers of seals and imprisonment, Grand Master Garland raised his turbid eyes.
Because the time had come!
But in the blink of an eye, more seals and suppression descended.
Hades held the seal's hub tightly and injected new changes and variables into it, not allowing Garland to react at all.
He had been paying attention to Garland's every move.
Now, even if there was the slightest movement, he would not allow Garland any opportunity to take advantage of it.
Even if Pubrus had succeeded, it would still be the same!
"Aren't you being too cautious, Hades?" Garland asked. "Are you that afraid of me?"
"Who can't be afraid of a Grand Master?" Hades retorted coldly. "Rest assured and be a spectator, Garland. You have already left the scene. The plot that belongs to you is over."
He paused for a moment, and his eyes became mocking. "Or are you hoping that your follower can help you? It's useless. He has already been locked up. "
"You didn't kill him. That's what surprised me the most." Garland asked, "If I'm not wrong, I'm afraid that Rachel has also received orders from your side to monitor me, right?"
Hades did not say a word.
"It seems that I'm almost right. Let me guess again —"
Garland continued, "Although part of the reason why you didn't kill him is that you have to abide by the contract, the main reason is that … he's too weak, right?"
The Grand Master stared at the alchemist in front of him, who was far weaker than himself, and said calmly, "Because he's too weak to be a threat to you, it doesn't matter if you leave him alone.
So, you didn't kill him, right? "
Hades suddenly turned his head, but he still did not say a word.
"It's too late to give an order now, Hades." The corners of Garland's lips curled up slightly. "You actually made the same mistake as me?"
Hades still did not say a word.
Outside the ruins of the tower, in a remote corner of the Twilight Village, in front of Rachel's cage, the hell creatures guarding the cage slowly drew their blades.
In the cage, Rachel looked up with a pale face, looked at the murderers, and shook his head self-deprecatingly.
"It's useless to kill me. You think too much."
As if he had already gotten used to his own incompetence, he said numbly, "I can't save the Grand Master … No one can save him."
Because the time was up.
At that moment, in the seal, Garland's eyes suddenly widened, and he vomited hot blood. His breath began to decline rapidly.
Death.
Death was rapidly approaching, coming, and quickly destroying all his vitality!
Ushering in the end —
Hades's face suddenly changed, and he reached out his hand, wanting to stop it, but there was no effect at all!
All methods of healing and soothing injuries would be useless!
In front of Rachel's cage, the face of the Grand Master suddenly twisted into the angry face of Hades, and he angrily asked, "What did you do?!"
"I didn't do anything."
Rachel looked at him blankly, and with difficulty, he squeezed out an expression that was not better than a smile. "I just chose not to do it."
When the time came, he chose to stop.
He did not continue, and he did not maintain his duty as a doctor.
On the back of his hand, the Hermes's Double Snake Staff Totem quickly dimmed.
That was the proof that the oath had been broken.
He had violated the Hippocratic Oath he had once made, and he had poisoned the patient who had received his treatment!
"You poisoned him?"
Hades was in disbelief and could not understand.
What kind of poison could escape his eyes and kill a Grand Master?!
"… You think too highly of me, don't you?"
Rachel's face twitched, and it was hard to tell whether it was anger or relief, pride or anger. It was as if there were countless expressions mixed together, making it impossible to distinguish.
He said, "You just underestimated the extent of my incompetence."
[Incompetence].
Since he became an alchemist, this word had always surrounded him, stuck to him, and could not be removed. It followed him like a shadow, never leaving him for a moment.
As the successor of a school, he could not even master the secret recipe of a profound potion.
He wanted to do good, but he could not cure the patients who asked for help. He did not even have the ability to do evil. His poison was nothing more than an ordinary thing, a joke.
Whether it was the right path or the evil path, they all rejected him, no matter how much he longed for himself to achieve something.
The only useful thing was this life-prolonging mystic ritual that could only be used once in a lifetime.
Using his own life as a consumable to connect with the other party, burning his future in exchange for a glimmer of hope for the dying at this moment …
"Don't you understand, Hades?"
Rachel spread out his hands, showing his palm lines that were no different from those of a Grand Master, and told him, "In fact, the Garland you see is already dead!"
Long before he went up to Helios.
Long before he left the Present Realm.
Grand Master Garland was already dead!
His existence as a doctor was not to treat his increasingly serious blood fever, nor did he have the ability to restore his health. It was to keep him alive.
As an extra life reserve, to provide for Garland's survival.
It did not matter even if he could only live like a walking corpse.
Even if he was still dying …
"Grand Master!!!"
At that moment, Rachel took a deep breath and used all his strength to roar into the distance, "The contract between us is complete!"
As if he saw a pair of eyes full of resentment, Garland slowly nodded in the seal.
"Yes, that's right."
He acknowledged, "Our contract is complete."
"Thank you."
In the midst of death, Garland sincerely expressed his gratitude, "Thank you, Rachel."
I promise that your sacrifice will not be in vain.
In the name of the Grand Master, I promise you that the school and workshop you have inherited will continue under the protection of the Stonecauldron Society until your successors can stand on their own.
"Stop!"
Hades reached out angrily, grabbed Rachel's throat, and pulled him out of the cage. "Stop, now!"
"I, I won't!"
Rachel's expression twitched. He did not look like a man at all. He actually cried under coercion, but as he cried, he revealed a … smile.
It was as if he was smiling with deep pride.
"I am a person without talent, but … those children, they still have … a future …"
Yes, a future.
Unlike a useless teacher who was wrongly loved, that was a beautiful future that only belonged to them.
Rachel raised his head proudly and used the last of his strength to tell him,
"For … them, I will do anything!"
It did not matter if he licked someone else's boots like a dog.
It did not matter if he lost all his dignity.
So …
Even if he died, it did not matter!
At that moment, Rachel smiled, and his breathing was completely cut off.
A mediocre alchemist would eventually die from the poison of his own mortal things.
If there was a trade-off, then let him be the one to be sacrificed. His own death in exchange for the death of the Grand Master.
His own death in exchange for the future of his students …
This was the last alchemy of the useless alchemist Rachel.
Then, a miracle came from the furnace!
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