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Al took the initiative to hand the booklet in his hand to the little fat man, and the little fat man carefully took it, as if it were some kind of gem that would shatter if it was fallen.

Opening the booklet and seeing Al's name on it, the little fat man finally had nothing to say.

"When did you take this test?"

"A few weeks ago. ”

"Well, I'll admit you're pretty good. ”

The little fat man had to be convinced.

He had said that he was going to take the Registered Alchemist exam, but he had already tried three times before and had failed all of them, so much so that now he couldn't muster up the courage to take the next Registered Alchemist exam for a long time, and he was a little scared to face the invigilator's smiling and mocking gaze.

"But even if you're powerful, you can't convince me to give up alchemy, I like alchemy very much, and I know that we don't have any talent for spell-casting in our family, so I can't do anything to learn magic from my dad, so I might as well learn this, and didn't I tell you? I have made a great discovery, and once it is announced, it will definitely make me a new star in the alchemy world." ”

The little fat man is still full of confidence.

"Really? I don't believe it. ”

I don't know if Al did it intentionally or unintentionally, but it was obvious that the little fat man was stimulated by this sentence, and he looked like he wanted to jump up towards Al.

"Okay, then I'll show it to you, anyway, you can't see the key things and you definitely can't figure it out. ”

Al thought that the little fat man was going to demonstrate alchemy in front of him, but he didn't expect that the little fat man walked to the corner of the room and took out a square iron box with a lock, and solemnly held the iron box on the alchemy table and put it down.

Boom.

The iron box made a dull sound when it landed on the alchemy table, and it seemed that it was quite heavy.

The little fat man took out a bunch of keys from his waist, selected one of the gray keys, inserted it into the keyhole, and turned it.

Click, click, click.

The iron box made a gearing sound, and then slowly opened on its own.

The little fat man didn't reach into the iron box with his hand, but stood there looking at Al with a proud gaze.

Al was a little confused.

But at this time, there was movement in the iron box.

Like the sound of rats gnawing wood, or the screeching sound of iron tools scraping against each other, as if there was a living creature hidden inside an iron box.

Al stared closely at the slowly opening iron box, and sure enough, he saw another thing slowly crawling out.

What is that?

The first thing that came out was two thin and long things, which were easily reminiscent of the feet of insects, but they were too irregular in terms of angle and shape, and if you looked at them a little closely, you would find that they were just two irregularly curved wires.

Perhaps the only difference between it and wire is that it moves.

It's not so unusual to move, after all, a mechanical golem can move, but something so small can't be a mechanical golem, because there is no such a small computing core, and it's more likely to be just a wind-up iron toy.

The thing moved very slowly and stupidly, and it took almost a lot of effort to finally poke most of its body out of the iron box, after which it lost its balance and fell out of the iron box in an instant.

Knock knock.

The thing rolled around the table in a big circle, but fortunately it didn't fall, and finally it kept going in circles like a coin, and finally came to a slow stop.

Al finally saw the thing clearly.

It was an iron lump that looked a bit like a spider, with a lump of iron in the middle about the size of half an egg, and six wires of different lengths strung on it, all of which were crooked, and looked like a model of an iron spider made by a clumsy child.

The little fat man touched the belly of what looked like an iron spider with his hand, and the iron spider's leg quickly bounced a few times.

"See?"

The little fat man looked down at Al with his head held high, his gaze unabashedly proud.

"How can it move? But there's clockwork in its belly?"

"How is that possible?" said the little fat man, "didn't you see that I touched it with my hand just now and it moved? ”

"And how did you do that?"

Al was very curious.

"It's simple. The little fat man explained angrily: "I gave it a soul, so it is not an iron lump now, but an iron spider with a soul, and now you know what great things I have done, right? I am an alchemist who can refine souls!"

The little fat man announced proudly.

"Can I take a look at it?"

Al pleaded.

"Look, but be careful, it might scratch you, its feet are real wires, and if you are frightened and quickly retract your hands, you can get scratched and bleed. ”

The little fat man admonished with great experience.

Al nodded, then held out his hand towards the Iron Spider.

There was no hesitation or hesitation in his movements, and for such a strange thing, Al was not afraid at all, but full of curiosity.

But just as Al's hand was about to squirt at the iron spider, an accident happened.

Al raised his hand landed in the shadow on the table, and suddenly without warning began to twist violently, and then quickly spread around, as if a bottle of ink had been knocked over on the alchemy table.

All the places covered by this inky shadow suddenly became pitch black, darker than the darkest of nights.

The sight was too sudden, too strange and too mysterious.

So the little fat man let out a loud cry and jumped backwards in fright.

Seeing the spread of the black shadow quickly completely cover the iron spider and dye it the color of night, Al instantly realized something, and he shouted in a low voice.

"Nyvon Moore!"

But it was too late.

The shadow monster that had separated from the shadow of the El had completely broken away from the shadow of the El, and it had transformed into a shadow creature shaped like a dog, chewing greedily with its mouth open.

The iron spider crushed in its mouth made a snapping sound, and was swallowed in one gulp.

"What kind of monster is this?"

The little fat man's face turned pale with fright, and he hid far away from the wall, and asked tremblingly by pointing his finger at Nyvenmore.

Under the hood, a helpless expression appeared on Al's face, and he replied with a soft sigh:

"This is my pet, Shadow Fiend, Nyven Moore. (To be continued.) )