End of the Magic Era

The silence in the alchemy lab was silent, and even time seemed to solidify, with only bubbles left in the air whispering from the tube.

Raymond waited for the last moment, but this time, Raymond waited a long time, and when Raymond was impatient, he suddenly heard a voice in his ear.

“What are you doing? ”

“Huh?” is already waiting for Raymond to die. When he first heard this voice, he thought he had hallucinations, but it's not right to think again. How can hallucinations be so real and hateful?

So Raymond opened his eyes again.

Then Raymond saw that the bastard who was supposed to be buried under a magic explosion was standing there, holding it in his hand, and still the tube that made his heart beat, but this time, Raymond had no time to worry about the tube, Raymond was full of ideas about why, why, at hundreds of degrees high temperature, the solution of the red coral was clearly out of control, how could it be put in the tube at the end?

Raymond now just thinks that his brain is chaotic, it's like a pot of boiled porridge. The red coral solution encounters high temperatures but does not produce hugs. Raymond is really a little unacceptable. This is an insult to Raymond's knowledge of alchemy. More than once, the alchemy professor at Oakland College has stressed that red corals must not be dissolved, let alone exposed to high temperatures.

Either he was wrong, or the professor was wrong, in contrast, Raymond preferred to believe that everything he had seen before was a hallucination.

But...

As if to prove that this is not a hallucination, the real and annoying voice came back, and the tone was obviously a little impatient: “How did the magic treatment of several glass bottles last so long? ”

Then he walked over with the tube filled with red coral solution.

“You... don't come near!” Raymond freaked out, first his subconscious tried to stop him, but soon he reacted again. If it was going to explode, it would have exploded long ago, and he wouldn't wait until this time, so he changed his mind: “I'll send it to you...”

Raymond regretted it...

It's too bad, if you are forced to do hard work, you can forget it. After that, you have to send it to people. It's a loss of self-esteem!

The problem was that when he said it, he couldn't take it back, so Raymond had to bear the burden of completing the final demonization, and then he had to bear the burden of giving those glass bottles to the bastard.

In order to show his self-esteem, Raymond put down those glass bottles on the alchemy platform heavily. He was going to snort cold, but when he raised his eyes, he was seeing the red tube. His heart beat and he couldn't take it. He just glanced at Lin Yun with a daring angry and unspeakable look.

Lin Yun had no time to worry about what he was thinking. He took the glass bottles that had undergone demonization. He lined them up on the alchemy platform. One test tube of the red coral solution was evenly injected into the glass bottle. The whole process saw Raymond's eyelids jump straight.

After doing all this, Lin Yun finally dropped the dangerous tube, started sorting out a bunch of cheap magic materials, then started grinding some sun-dried thousand knots into powder, while extracting seven-leaf grass juice with a filter cup, a small piece of moonshine sand spread on a white paper, after a few simple spells, these moonshine sands began to emit a soft glow...

As the light gradually became bright, the operation of Lin Yun became faster and faster. Seven leaf grass juice was injected into the glass bottle, and the diluted red coral solution began to become less bright. When the powder of the thousand knots was also incorporated, the smell of the stinging nose gradually disappeared.

When the moonlight sand fades, seven glass bottles filled with light red liquid reveal their true appearance in a hazy fog...

“My God...”

I still regretted that I had no self-esteem, Raymond. After looking up, my mouth widened slightly. One face was full of stubbornness. The whole person was dumb there. When I looked at Lin Yun, I looked straight at him and full of fear. It was like I was looking at some kind of monster!

This... this can't be a colorful drug!

Raymond remembers clearly that a few months ago, when he had just advanced as a magician, the College had allowed himself to enter the Auckland Laboratory for a week of study, where he had seen a completely different world, the academic center of the kingdom, where there were two Enclosure Wizards and seven Grand Alchemists, reportedly even a master who truly presided over the Auckland Laboratory… their presence made the Auckland Laboratory a sanctuary in the hearts of countless magician alchemists.

When Raymond walked in, it really felt like a pilgrimage.

That week was like a dream for Raymond, being in an academic center in the kingdom, seeing people who only existed in legend every day, even listening occasionally to their discussions if he was lucky enough, and occasionally watching their research, which was enough for Raymond to enjoy his life's wealth.

Few people, whether heralds or alchemists, have the opportunity to stand at the top of their respective fields, they have been somewhat disengaged from the common sense, and if they say something unintentionally, it is likely that a magician like Raymond will be open, or even take many years off the curve.

Raymond still remembers that on the afternoon of the third day of the week, he had the privilege of watching a pharmaceutical production by Gustav the Great Alchemist, a colorful drug bottle specially designed to purify spiral impurities, the value of which is simply incalculable for those wizards who are already at the peak of the magician and eager to crush the spiral into the realm of the great magician.

This is a miracle of alchemy. For Raymond, who witnessed the miracle with his own eyes, every detail was worth preserving. The young magician even felt that, even in a few decades' time, there would still be no omission in remembering everything.

It's still decades away, and Raymond naturally remembers everything better.

Perhaps that's why Raymond looked so disoriented because he remembered too clearly...

Now the seven glass bottles on the alchemy table, whether the smell emitted or the magic fluctuations produced, are exactly the same as the colorful drug bottle at the time!

What that means, it means that the magic apprentice who has been stuck in the ninth grade for several years, not only a magician with at least two magic abilities, but also probably a highly qualified drug alchemist!

This is a really big joke...

Raymond, who is a magician, of course, knows that both magic and alchemy require a lot of time. Talent is not decisive in these two fields, and how brilliant geniuses need time to accumulate knowledge and time to sharpen their skills. No one can skip this process.

Of all the branches of alchemy, pharmaceutical alchemy is the most time-consuming, massive formula, repeated experiments, every pharmaceutical alchemist has grown out of countless failures, so by far the youngest pharmaceutical alchemist in the Kingdom of Andalusia is at least thirty years old.

This is already a limit, and it is impossible to step into the hall of pharmaceutical alchemy without the experience and knowledge that has accumulated in so much time.

But this young Master Merlyn is only 20 years old this year. He is so young. If he is truly a pharmaceutical alchemist, then at his age, he is almost doomed to become a big alchemist in the future!

I almost attacked a future alchemist...

With this in mind, the cold sweat on Raymond's forehead had to fall.

This is not a joke...

Why don't you just be proactive, admit the wrong apology first, and then fight for forgiveness with sincerity?

Although this seems to have little self-esteem, I can't care less. Anyway, my self-esteem has already fallen off the ground, and there can be no more loss.

That's right, that's it.

So Raymond started to break his mind again. Anyway, he was going to be trampled on his self-esteem. It would be better to think about how to be trampled...

As a result, Raymond didn't have time to think about it, but Lin Yun's work was done.

The alchemy station is cleaned up and used alchemy tools are put in separate categories, including the crucible picked up from the garbage pile, which is a habit cultivated by Lin Yun in the last generation. In that era of scarce resources, even a mana crystal of rice particle size, is a huge asset. The forest cloud that lived in this harsh environment cannot tolerate any waste.

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Happy Mid-Autumn, family reunion, there is one more chapter in the evening. It's a big holiday, it won't roll today.