Abe the Wizard

Abel's elf territory, which he now operates like an extraterrestrial peach, is protected by the Defense Law Front at the entrance to the Australian Valley, and the surrounding peaks are planted with dense numbness thorns.

Now that he has arrived in this territory, he no longer uses the identity of Master Bennett, but comes directly from his primitive human identity, as all elves throughout the Australian Valley have signed a magic contract with him.

But today he's going to the city of Anjoust, and he's going to switch to Master Bennett.

When Abel stepped out of the Alchemist's Guild of Conveyors, there was no change here a year from now, except that no acquaintances were encountered today.

He walked up to the second floor and into the library.

Today, his aim is to find information on the promotion of advanced alchemy to master alchemy. Although the promotion to intermediate wizard has entered the bottleneck, the promotion of advanced alchemy to master alchemy has not been much of a concern.

He has refined more middle- and high-end medicines in the course of the year than the average senior alchemist has refined in his lifetime, and because he has never failed, the finished product is beyond the reach of the average senior alchemist.

Each refining adds some energy to the alchemist's alchemy pattern, which is the alchemist's rule, and each successful refining adds a lot more energy.

This is also why Abel spent only one year in real life, finishing up the energy accumulation of most senior alchemists, filling them with advanced alchemy patterns. Of course, the most important thing is the time difference between the dark world and the real world, which gives him more time to refine his pharmaceuticals.

As usual in the library, Master Beaton is still sitting in the counter, his gaze is still so stubborn that he seems to be thinking about something all the time.

“Master Beaton, where can I find information about Master Alchemy?” Abel still had great respect for the Elf Old Master Beaton in front of him, he bowed down.

When Master Beeton heard the word "master alchemy" in Abbott's mouth, his gaze suddenly returned.

“Are you Master Bennett?” Master Beaton did not answer Abel's question, or looked at Abel's badge of honorary alchemist on his chest, remembered what, and asked.

“Yes, I'm Bennett!” Abel nodded, awaiting Master Beaton's answer.

“Your premium alchemy pattern is full?” Master Beaton went on to ask.

“Yes, the premium alchemy pattern in my body is full!” Abel nodded again.

“Master Bennett, don't you know the danger of promoting Master Alchemist? I've lost the alchemy pattern, but my mental strength is still there, and I can feel that youthful vitality in your body, and you have a long time to wait, why are you so anxious to promote the alchemist?” Master Beaton looked at Abel and said in silence.

His tone was full of consolation, and Abel could hear that he was not a good speaker, but a good one.

“Master Beaton, I feel like I'm ready, so I need the Master Alchemy Pattern promotion!” Abel still insisted on his decision.

“Master Bennett, you are the most successful Master of Alchemy in recent years. Although Master of Alchemy is not a true Master of Alchemy, his treatment in the Guild is no different from that of a true Master of Alchemy. Why should you venture to know that there has not been a true Master of Alchemy in the Holy Land for nearly a thousand years!” Master Beeton persuaded him nicely.

“Master Beeton, you may have made a mistake. Promoting an Alchemist does not have to be tried before the end of your life. If you have no confidence in yourself, then how can you be promoted to an Alchemist without a sense of progress? What use is it to successfully promote an Alchemist before the end of your life?” Abe shook her head with a smile.

“The heart of progress!” Master Beaton heard Abel's words and muttered.

He suddenly discovered that the reason why the Master of Alchemy had not appeared for nearly a millennium was that there was a real risk of losing his mind of progress, that all senior alchemists knew that the chances of successful promotion to the Master of Alchemy were very low and that if promotion failed, he would become an ordinary elf.

From being a respected senior alchemist to being a common elf, the psychological setback is unacceptable to all senior alchemists, so senior alchemists have the idea of fighting before they die, but don't think of trying to get promoted to an alchemist when the advanced alchemy pattern is full.

In fact, Master Beeton does not know that for Abel, the Alchemist profession is not his main profession, and even if he fails, he will not care. He can fix his body with a ‘full revitalizer' at most and practice from scratch.

Anyway, it didn't take Abel years from touching the alchemist profession to today's advanced alchemist pattern, and with his current experience, it was very easy for him to want to refine it again.

So he's easier than any senior alchemist, and he's confident in promotion, because he's got the stone fragment of the world, the treasure of heaven, and he can quantify everything around him through data.

This is a huge boost to alchemy, at least until now he has refined countless drugs, and not a single failure indicates the robustness of the world's stone fragments.

“Master Bennett, you come with me!” Master Beeton no longer persuaded, or impressed by Abel's words, that at least he had studied for so many years, there was no better way to help the Elf Senior Alchemist advance to the Alchemist, and the emergence of Abel might solve the problem.

Of course, if Abel knew what he was thinking, he would laugh and say to him, "You think too much."

Abel has so many secrets that he can become one of the best when he is dedicated to exploring in a particular industry.

Abel followed Master Beeton through a row of bookcases and went all the way to the end of the library, where Master Beeton pushed his hand against the wall and a door was opened.

Hidden in book 37671; this door should be the most important part of the library's collection, and Abel can perceive the fluctuations in the Fahrenheit here, indicating that the Alchemist Guild attaches great importance to it.

Because alchemists can also use spiritual power, and while not as powerful as Druid, driving the Law Front is not a problem.

Master Beaton walked Abel into the hidden door, and Abel just walked into the door, which closed automatically behind him.

“This is the essence of the entire Elf Alchemist Association Library in Anjoust City!” Master Beaton proudly pointed to the only bookcase in the room, he said.

Abel didn't see many books in that bookcase, and they weren't all leaf books, and there were some books made of animal hide.

But his eyes were not on the bookcase, but on the walls of the room, with a paint painted in red on the walls, which was almost appalling in complexity.

The elf who drew this pattern should be very familiar with it and have a very in-depth study of it, and the entire pattern is a three-dimensional pattern.

Graphic lines are in a three-dimensional space, constantly swinging, and superior drawing levels perfectly manifest the thick changes in the graphic lines, force changes, and intersections in space.

Abel was deeply fascinated by this pattern, and he tried to capture the entire pattern in his brain using the digital power given by the stone fragments of the world.

Master Beaton did not disturb Abel. When he first saw this pattern, Bieber was even more excited. Bieber wanted to remember it once, but the complexity of the pattern took him a whole month to fully remember it.

In fact, the hardest thing to remember about this pattern is the lines that travel through space, and the biggest difference between this pattern and a normal pattern is that it's no longer a plane, or two or three layers, but a complete space.

This pattern on the wall, while the painter has exhausted all his efforts to show space, is not a real space, which allows the viewer to first draw a space in his or her brain and then add a little bit to the feed line.

The difficulty is also the first difficulty in promoting a senior alchemist to an alchemist.