Carlos was dumbfounded, but he was keenly aware that there seemed to be new thunder in Du Buyi's words.

From now on, we will live under one roof.

What is the meaning?

Carlos had a ringing alarm ringing in his heart.

This is the instinctive reaction of the victim who is scared of the pit.

Carlos cursed in his heart, what is the old man going to do, he has been psychologically distorted for too long alone, this is the rhythm of recruiting a student and dying to death!

Carlos looked at Du Buyi with a vigilant gaze, and said vigilantly: "Teacher, it doesn't seem appropriate to use the word life to describe it, after all, they are locked up inside, and they can't get out, right?"

Du Buyi's beard trembled, and he said something inexplicably.

"It's true that you can't get out of these two rooms, and you know the others by night. ”

Carlos wanted to ask again, but was interrupted by Du Buyi waving his hand, "You can go and clean up your bedroom now, come down before lunch." ”

Looking at Du Buyi's somewhat thin back, Carlos couldn't help but feel a bit of slander in his heart.

Unhappy or unhappy, the Carlos people had no choice but to slowly move their things inside.

It's better to have a utility room than to be roommates with strange beasts and witches, even if the witch Lori seems cute.

Carlos walked down the corridor on the second floor, keeping his body as far away from the side of the witch's room as he could, walking very carefully.

I'm afraid that the door to the witch's room will suddenly open.

Fortunately, since Du Buyi came, his worries became unnecessary.

Carlos quickly packed up his belongings, and the wire bed in the utility room was covered with soft goose feather and duvets.

As soon as he leaned back, Carlos, who was a little tired, fell into the gentle futon.

"By the way, where is the alchemy room, is it the small room on the right side of the door?"

With a little time left for lunch, Carlos lay on the futon and looked at the ceiling, thinking.

Soon he dismissed his idea again.

Judging from the structure of the entire house, the hut on the right side of the first floor should be less than ten square meters, and it is estimated that it is enough to place the alchemy table.

Carlos felt that he was an ambivalent, and now he began to frustrate himself for always worrying about what he didn't.

The pocket watch in the pocket of the shirt suddenly trembled slightly.

interrupted Carlos' thoughts.

He snorted, rolled over and sat up, and took out his pocket watch to look at it.

Near a golden point of light on the silver dial, a faint black sphere gradually approached.

"Another demon?"

Carlos nervously stood up from the bed and looked in the direction of the floor-to-ceiling window behind him, his eyes quickly skimming the north side of the room through the window.

Behind the house was a dense bush, dappled in the sunlight, and there was nothing suspicious except for the slight swaying of the leaves and weeds after a slight wind.

Could it be that there is a mistake in the detection on the Demon Hunter's pocket watch?

Carlos frowned in thought, his eyes scanning the woods over and over again.

Or nothing.

When his gaze moved to the Demon Hunter's pocket watch again, the black ball of light disappeared at some point.

No more slight vibrations.

Carlos was a little uneasy, so he walked out of the room, closed the door, and walked towards the first floor.

It's better to tell Du Buyi about this matter.

What's more, the underground department is worried about the Stevensonsian family's winter bloodline, which is not a secret.

Father must have had a similar problem, the underground family likes to devour some special bloodlines of humans to nourish the power of darkness, even dating back hundreds of years.

And according to his speculation, Du Buyi may also inherit some kind of special bloodline.

After all, in this world, except for the bloodline owners of various abilities, human beings want to become strong, unless there is a black mage with a high magical affinity and a steam guardian who grows savagely by refining the flesh, there seems to be no other way.

The scarcity of alchemists in the continent also proves that it also has some kind of special entry threshold.

As for the clergy of the Knight of Light or the Bishop in the Holy See, Carlos didn't know much about it.

In short, the world is so strange that people can't figure it out.

Back on the first floor, Carlos came to the living room and looked around, but there was no Du Buyi.

There was a bottle of wine on the table, and Carlos shook it, apparently only half drunk.

Could it be that the drunken old man went out without saying hello.

Carlos went to the couch around the fireplace, sat down next to the door, and glanced around before landing on the hidden door opposite.

Just as he was wondering whether to go in and look for it, the door was pulled open from the inside.

Du Buyi walked out with a stack of thick books, the covers of the books were made of parchment, looking at the blackened book covers, it should be some years.

The old man came to the sofa with a book in his arms, and without looking at Carlos, he put a thick stack of books on the small coffee table in front of the sofa.

Du Buyi leaned over, moved to the sofa opposite Carlos, slowly sat down and took a long breath, looking at the books in front of him, his cloudy eyes revealing inexplicable sadness.

The old man's somewhat hoarse voice sounded, pointing to a few books on the coffee table.

"Stevenson, try to practice according to the things in the book, and if you make any of the finished products in half a month, you don't have to stay any longer. ”

Carlos took a parchment book on the coffee table in confusion, flipped through it for a while, and found that it was mostly full of jerky patterns.

"Teacher, you can just call me Carlos, what are these?"

Du Buyi nodded indifferently and said lightly.

"Some alchemy. ”

Carlos was surprised: "Don't you teach me?"

"Carlos, little one, listen, alchemy is not a childish picture, I can't teach you more, you need to understand it yourself, every alchemist is like this, because the symbols of each alchemy are different, and even the order of the alchemy method of the same alchemy is not the same, if you follow my method exactly, you can't do anything. ”

Du Buyi seemed to have a dry mouth, and only then did he remember that there was a bottle of unfinished ale on the dining table, so he slowly stood up, walked back with a slow step, and took the ale bottle back in his hand.

"Teacher, I just need to refine alloy limbs, like you helped my brother refine, or some alchemy potions, antidotes, or something like that. ”

Carlos expresses his true thoughts.

Du Buyi didn't rush to answer, he held the wine bottle in his arms, returned to the sofa and sat down comfortably, and poured a sip into his mouth before saying.

"You may have misunderstood alchemy, Carlos, I can't teach you alchemy step by step, if I can do it, then I won't die alone in this broken town, but go to the central province to find those powerful people, build an alchemy academy, and become the director of the Dark Magician Academy Gustavo, such a famous person. ”

Carlos was dumbfounded, chewing on Du Buyi's words, trying to understand.

"Are you saying that the steps of alchemy cannot be repeated?"

Du Buyi nodded slowly, "Yes, there is no fixed method, alchemy is a technique, not a law, there is no way to replicate alchemy, only to comprehend the mystery of alchemy." ”

Carlos didn't seem to understand.

The old man changed his position, leaned the back of his neck on the back of the sofa, and looked at the ceiling with a confused look.

"You can think of it as burning paper, you set it on fire from the same angle, use the same paper as the material, and you end up with ashes of different shapes. ”

Carlos's eyes lit up and he roughly understood, and felt that the old man's words were very philosophical, but he still looked like a coin.

"Do you mean that the repetition of alchemy is to burn different pieces of paper into the same pile of ashes?"

Du Buyi suddenly looked deeply, and Carlos, who was contemplative, glanced at him, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which flashed away.