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When he got home, Kyle Sichi saw a black envelope on the dining table at first glance.
"What's this?" He looked at his wife, Sella, who was busy in the kitchen.
"Ah, by the way, an official from City Hall came this afternoon." His wife wiped the grease on her hands and put a pot of fragrant broth on the table. "He said that His Highness wants you to go to King's City. The ship responsible for picking you up will arrive in two days."
"Isn't he there looking for trouble with his brother? Why would he want me to go? It's simply a waste of time," Kyle frowned, "This journey would take at least a week, his demands are really getting more and more excessive."
"He's your prince, the Lord of Neverwinter, my dear." Sella smiled and shook her head. "And the official from City Hall said that in order to show his importance, he wrote a letter to you. This is a rare honor, isn't it? After reading it, remember to keep this letter well. Maybe it can be passed down as a family heirloom. "
What family heirloom? If it was the complete version of "Intermediate Chemistry", it would be better. Kyle curled his lips and said, "Let's eat first... He'd better have a good reason."
After a simple dinner, he went into the study and opened the envelope.
A small piece of paper fell out. It was about the length of a finger when it was unfolded. Obviously, this was a secret letter sent by carrier pigeon, and the outer cover was added by the official from City Hall.
Kyle pressed the paper with one hand and fumbled on the table for a while, then clipped the monocle on the bridge of his nose. His eyesight was getting worse day by day after reading in the dim candlelight for a long time. Fortunately, his life in the small town had greatly improved. Five or six candles could be lit at the same time in his room, but he did not know when his house could be lit up like the bright and clean lights in the chemical plant.
The content of the paper was very short, only one sentence.
Do you still remember the Alchemist Workshop in King's City? Now you have a chance to tell them what real alchemy is.
Kyle suddenly stopped breathing.
The Alchemist Workshop in King's City was the most desired place for those who were determined to embark on this path and pursue the truth of all things. Of course, when he was young, he was no exception.
Only his wife knew that he had once submitted an application to the Alchemist Workshop of the King's City, using the alchemy formula, Molten Gold Liquid, which he had discovered by himself at the age of twenty, as a stepping stone. However, during the review process, Kyle's formula unexpectedly failed. He failed to get any smoky brownish-yellow acid after two consecutive trials. Retnin, the alchemist who attended the review, was furious. He claimed that Kyle had deliberately wasted the precious raw materials of the association. Retnin not only did not give him a third chance to try, but also ordered the guards to take away his money bag and throw him out of the door.
At the entrance of the association, Retnin took out five silver royals from his bag with a sneer and threw them in front of Kyle. He said that it was for Kyle's traveling expenses to get back to Redwater City, and the rest was to compensate for the association's loss. After saying that, he turned around and left, leaving Kyle in great shame. This incident had become a scar in his heart, and he had never told anyone except his wife.
Kyle returned to Redwater City full of anger, but he did not give up on alchemy. He spent all day in the workshop, trying to find a new alchemy formula and prove to the Alchemist Workshop of King's City that their vision and level were just so-so... He did not expect that he would wait for ten years. It was not until he was 30 that he found a second alchemy formula and was promoted to an alchemist in Redwater City. It took him another six years to become the chief alchemist.
During this period, Kyle regarded the Alchemist Workshop of King's City as his biggest opponent, and he had several exchanges with them in the field. However, the Alchemist Workshop behaved like an arrogant swan, and did not even recognize any other alchemy organization except the Alchemist Workshop of King's City. They thought that the alchemists in Redwater City were just apprentices, disciples at best, and did not deserve the title at all. Most of the so-called newly discovered alchemy formulas were old things that the association had figured out over ten years ago.
At that time, the chief of the association disdainfully said that there was no need for other cities to build alchemy workshops, because this skill required a lot of money and manpower, and was not something that an ordinary lord could afford. If there was a need for alchemy, they could directly ask for help from the association. If the lord only invested in it himself, it would be impossible for him to raise a pile of rubbish, even if he spent tens of thousands of Golden Dragon coins.
Although it was a little embarrassing to say it, Kyle knew that only the Alchemist Workshop of Redwater City regarded the association as a competitor, and the latter did not take him seriously at all. This was also the reason why he was ecstatic about the success of the double-stone acid-making method and the crystal glass firing method. The former could produce a large amount of precious acid, and the latter was the most sought-after alchemy product in the market. With these two achievements, even the Alchemy Union, who had their chin in the sky, could no longer treat him as if he was nothing.
In the end, no one could have expected that what happened next would be so dramatic. His Royal Highness Roland Wimbledon, who was far away from the border, found him and opened a new door for him with a book called "Elementary Chemistry".
From then on, Kyle found that everything he had learned had become meaningless. Alchemy itself represented backwardness, and was destined to be eliminated. A new road of exploration lay in front of him. This time, the connection between everything was no longer full of chaos, but orderly; the past grudges had also become worthless. Whether it was the Alchemist Workshop of King's City or those precious formulas that he had painstakingly obtained, he could put them all down.
It should be so.
However, Kyle Sichi found that when His Highness mentioned this word again, his heart was still thumping, and an indescribable excitement quietly returned to his heart.
The disdainful figure, the dusty Silver Wolf, the door that had been slammed shut, and the arrogant words that no other alchemy organizations except the Alchemist Workshop of King's City were necessary to exist appeared in Kyle's mind again.
Now you have a chance to tell them what real alchemy is.
Kyle glanced at the note for the last time, stood up involuntarily, and walked out of the study. "Sela —"
He suddenly stopped mid-sentence, noticing that there was an open package in the living room, in which several of his clothes were stacked. His wife was bending over to help him pack his luggage.
"This is …"
"Of course it's to go to King's City. I know that even without His Highness's letter, you would still go," Sela said with a smile. "Do you remember the stories you told me before? There's something there that you should get back. "
Kyle was stunned for a moment, and then burst out laughing.
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