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["No, no-let me go!!!" The screams came one after another.

Catherine was so frightened that she looked at the person who was standing next to her being bitten by the monster emerging from the sea, her eyes sluggish.

The humans who survived the disaster ran out of the beach and into the woods in front of the beach. Catherine, who had recovered, also followed in a panic.

Blame that monster!

Catherine thought of the monster who had escaped from the circus and later showed her good things, with a little resentment in her eyes.

The soles of her feet had already formed blisters, her body was scratched by branches, and her clothes were ragged and looked miserable.

Suddenly, a dense cluster of tiny black-shelled insects crawled out of the ground. They ate everything, and instantly turned the person running in front into a pile of bones. Catherine screamed and ran away.

Above the mountain, the torches on the altar were lit one by one, and the black-robed man cut the monster's wrists and watched the blood flow down the grooves on the altar floor, with frantic and terrifying eyes.

"We offer sacrifices to the gods! I pray for your awakening!"

There was a bigger wind and waves on the sea, and something terrible in the depths of the sea opened his eyes.

That is, the indescribable great existence-Cthulhu.

-From "The Wrath of Cthulhu"

"Let go of me." Zhou Yu frowned and brushed away the old man's hand on his shoulder.

"I'm here to collect the documents, forgive me for not being able to live." Zhou Yu smiled on his face, but his eyes were cold.

When the old man choked, he naturally saw that the young man in front of him did not want to be his apprentice at all.

"Young man, why are you unwilling? I am the best alchemist in this city, you promise you won't suffer!" The old man wrinkled his face, and there was a childlike stubbornness in his eyes, and he kept selling himself. .

"...No need."

Zhou Yu was speechless.

He walked into the ID room and saw various ID models hung on the wall, and the only table was full of messy notes.

"Excuse me, where are my documents? I'll still have some urgency in a while." Zhou Yu looked at the entangled old man in a cold tone.

"No, no, no, you definitely rejected me without knowing my identity! I used to be the chief alchemist of Toria, but I had to leave the imperial capital because of being framed by my peers and come back here to do this work! Don't underestimate it! Me! As long as you become my apprentice! I promise! You will become the greatest alchemist ever!" The old man did not answer Zhou Yu's question, and continued to persuade Zhou Yu, looking paranoid to some madness.

He must accept this young man as a disciple!His lifespan is running out. He has no time or energy to return to the capital to avenge the scumbag. Only by accepting a genius as an apprentice can he prove to the world that he is right!Everything he did was for the development of alchemy!He is not wrong!

Zhou Yu frowned as he looked at the nonsense old man, very impatient.

He has to go back to cook for Franken, and he has no time to listen to the old man's deceptive nonsense here.

"My family used to be the most prosperous big family in this country, and even the king would bow to the people of our family, because the people in our family are spellcasters and alchemists, and there once appeared a senior alchemist and an intermediate spellcaster! To this day, there are countless alchemy and magic books in my family!"

"I don't need to know these things, please tell me the credentials are—" Zhou Yu wanted to interrupt the old man loudly, but stopped when he heard what the old man said.

A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he asked, "You said your family still has magic books? How many?"

He really didn't believe that there would still be a large number of magical books in such a remote town.

You know, the caster is an existence that ordinary people will never see for a lifetime, not to mention the precious books that record magic.

In this era when knowledge is not circulated, the price of books is unexpectedly expensive. The original owner can buy an ancient magic book and has exhausted all his savings. Is this old man really more precious than ordinary books? Magic books?

The old man saw that the young man he valued became interested in his family and immediately began to show off.

He went down to Haikou, saying that his family's collection of books was comparable to that of the Toria Royal Library, because it was collected by generations of his family.

Zhou Yu knew that there must be an exaggeration in it, so naturally he didn't believe it all. He watched the old man bragging all by himself, so he began to observe the document room carefully, and inadvertently saw a piece of discarded manuscript paper.

A picture of the human body is drawn on this manuscript paper, and the fine lines outline an exquisite picture of the human anatomy.

In this era when human alchemy experiments were forbidden, he thought, he knew the reason why this old man was driven out of the imperial capital.

"If I can, I would like to look at those books before making judgments, sir, you know, I am shy in my pocket and I can’t usually buy many books. If you really have a lot of books in your collection, I should agree with you. As requested." Zhou Yu smiled and interrupted the old man's tirade with a pocket full of gold coins.

The old man’s eyes showed surprise, and he was incoherent with joy: "Okay, okay, come, come with me! I will take you to our family library!"

The old man pulled Zhou Yu and was about to leave the document room. Zhou Yu reminded him helplessly that his documents had not been issued yet, which made the excited old man regain his senses. I don’t know from which corner he took out Zhou Yu’s official form. The alchemist certificate was given to Zhou Yu.

Since the Alchemist Society in this city is only responsible for the assessment of low-level alchemists, Zhou Yu is now only a low-level alchemist.

But this is enough.

He didn't want to go too far in this direction, because in his opinion, the alchemy of this era, except for a few people with real abilities, many of them were mixed by rote memorization to become official alchemists. The level is actually the same as that of ancient China. The magic stick is similar.

After receiving the certificate, Zhou Yu followed the old man out of the Alchemist Society.As for Franken's breakfast, Zhou Yu decided to buy more things to compensate him at noon.

Under the leadership of the old man, Zhou Yu quickly came to a quaint old house.

The red bricks and tiles, the three-story houses with spires, the overgrown courtyard, and the dilapidated iron fences give the atmosphere of a medieval haunted house.

Zhou Yu glanced at the old man, with some suspicion in his heart, whoever saw such a dilapidated house would never think that there would be any precious books in it.

"Come on, young man, come with me!" Seeing Zhou Yu hesitating at the door and refusing to come in, the old man was a little anxious. "Don't look at the cracks on the outside, but the inside is actually good!"

Obviously, he also knows that his ancestral house is very dilapidated, but he usually doesn't bother to take care of it, and for alchemy experiments, he doesn't bother to hire servants to clean it. This has caused the original luxurious and beautiful house to become this ghostly appearance.

Zhou Yu walked in half-believingly, but clenched a dagger in his hand, he was ready for the old man to be a lunatic.

Following this crazy old man, Zhou Yu walked into the library located deep in the house.

Huge bookshelves are all over this empty room, and the bookshelves are full of dusty books.

In the quiet library, the sun shines through the small windows on the wall and falls on the books that have not been read for a long time. The dust is flying in the light, and time seems to have stagnated.

From so many books, it can be seen that this family has really been glorious, and there has been a period of glory.

Grandmother Zhou Yu's green eyes widened, and she smiled when she looked at the neatly arranged magic books on one of the shelves.

Great, there are so many books!Then the itinerary to the magic city of Kailans doesn't have to be so tight.

Zhou Yu turned to look at the proud and expectant old man, smiled and said, "I wonder if your Excellency would like to make a deal with me?"

The old man shook his head and said firmly: "No transaction is required. You can take these books as long as you want! As long as you agree to be my apprentice!"

Zhou Yu lowered his eyes and smiled, and said, "That's really unfortunate. My interest in alchemy isn't really great, and I think the reason why you want to accept me as a disciple is to return to the imperial capital. Become the chief alchemist?"

The old man's eyes dimmed, and he was silent for a while before he said awe-inspiringly: "It's not because of this...I'm old and I don't have that desire for power. I just want to prove that my alchemy is correct! Let those slanderous slanders. My people regret it! Let the world know that I am right!"

"Is it a human experiment?" Zhou Yu faintly said the content of alchemy that the old man had been concealing.

"!!!"

The old man was full of horror, and some cold sweat on his forehead.How could this young man know!

He had planned to tell a lie first, to convince this young man of himself, and then to drag him down to make him have to learn his alchemy before telling him the truth.

But now, everything is over.

No one wants to be the apprentice of a notorious human experimenter.

He was doomed to fail.

"Actually, I don't think that human experiments are completely wrong, as long as it is not a live experiment."

In this era, alchemists also played the role of doctors, and the alchemists who blindly believed in alchemy and did not understand the structure of the human body killed many patients who had only suffered from minor diseases.

In the modern world, advanced Western medicine does not exist here at all. Some are just infusion of gold medicine or bloodletting treatment. The treatment methods are extremely old and unsanitary.

Zhou Yu looked at the old man's slightly changed face, and he had a bottom in his heart.

This old man must have done a living experiment, ha, sure enough, in this world with weak moral concepts, pure scholars can't survive at all. Even this old man who seems to be advancing toward science is stained with the blood of experimenters.

"You can prove to the world yourself that you are right! As long as you study some facts that do exist."

"But, I'm old, and I can no longer dissect the human body as quickly as when I was young, and calculate the size of each bone and the distribution of each internal organ." The old man sat down on the carpet in the library.

He has given up his plan to accept Zhou Yu as a disciple.

He knew that this young man was very smart and would not follow him on this blood-stained path that Qianfu pointed out.

"If I said, I can rejuvenate you?" Zhou Yu came to the bookshelf full of magic books and ran his fingers across the thick covers.

The witchcraft he learned from Feng Xing is just right here.

The old man with his head down suddenly raised his head, his expression hesitant.

"I have an alchemy potion, you can use your soul as a price in exchange for youth, and you can't do in vivo experiments afterwards, otherwise it will accelerate aging, how about? Would you like to use this potion to exchange these books?" Zhou Yu Looking at the old man's cloudy eyes, there was a touch of indifference in his eyes.

These restrictions are of course true, but this is not an alchemy potion, but a kind of Gu worm, which burns the essence of the human body, which is the soul that people in this world think.

In a two-story building in a slum, Franken walked out of the guest room and quietly nestled in the living room awaiting the return of the creator.

He knows that the Creator has many things to be busy with, and he will not complain about anything, but occasionally feel a little lonely.

Staring blankly at the fluff on the carpet, Franken remembered the vague memory of the other day.

He remembered that he was staying in the living room as he does now. After a trance, he involuntarily walked into the basement and kissed the Creator. The Creator hated him because of this, and only changed his attitude yesterday.

In fact, he can feel the existence that descends on him, and even vaguely realize the relationship between them-the unknown existence is the subject, and he is an insignificant fragment.

Who is he?Is he just a clone of that soul?

Franken’s original clear eyes were filled with deep blue, but he was not reconciled. He was a life created by the creator. He didn’t want to return to the subject, or lose consciousness and leave his favorite creator. .

He wants to be the subject, not a fragment that will disappear at any time!

Outside the house, a group of people in black robes came to the door and knocked.

The headed man in black looked at the statue that was emitting a faint light in his hand, and nodded to the person beside him.

"For the glory of my lord!"

bump--

With a loud noise, the door was broken.

Franken, who was awakened from contemplation, raised his head, his eyes full of killing intent.

who is it?Dare to break into the creator's house!