"I really deserve to be a disciple of Precision Moment Serra, and I admit defeat. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Versstrong praised with a smile.

The head of the little fat man on the opposite side Kolevich suddenly raised his head, and he stared at the young alchemist opposite with wide eyes, his face full of incredulity.

"You throw in the towel?"

The little fat man asked with a wink.

His expression and tone were naturally indescribably humiliating in the eyes of the other party, but Van was not that impulsive person, and he knew very well how serious the consequences would be if he lost to a teenager younger than himself in a dignified alchemy duel.

"Of course, I throw in the towel, you win. ”

Verses spread his hands, and his movements seemed humorous and comical, as if he had deliberately lost to a child in a game.

"Haha! Thank you!"

The little fat man didn't notice the other party's forced smile and pale face at all, and he jumped up all of a sudden.

After all, the little fat man never thought that he would win in his original expectations, although Al can continue to provide him with alchemy components that look finely carved, but he will not compose these things into that core component! In fact, the little fat man has hinted that Al has sent those alchemy components slowly several times, but the other party simply ignores him.

What should I do after all the alchemy structures are given to me? Just when the little fat man had a headache about this problem, he didn't expect the other party to admit defeat dramatically, for the little fat man, this was naturally an unexpected gift.

"Al, come and hug one!"

The little fat man cheered and ran towards the cloaked boy who was silently bowing his head to provide him with materials, trying to give the other party a warm bear hug, but was naturally avoided by the other party's light dodge like the wind.

The little fat man who didn't hold anyone touched his nose with an embarrassed expression, but behind him stood an even more embarrassed person.

A disciple of the master of fire alchemy, the young alchemist Verles.

Losing to someone much younger than you in an alchemy duel was already embarrassing enough, and what was even more embarrassing was that the other party didn't take themselves seriously at all.

"Good, good!"

Versil gritted his teeth in a voice that only he could hear, his face turned blue, and his eyes looked fiercely at the little fat man and the cloak waiter behind him, as if he wanted to keep the other in his heart.

After this alchemy duel that was a bit like a farce ended, the Silver Hall returned to its previous atmosphere, but the atmosphere of the discussion was of course much warmer than before, and many of the topics revolved around the alchemy duel they had just witnessed, among which the super complex alchemy array drawn by the little fat man naturally became the object of heated discussion.

"Did you figure out the alchemy formation just now?"

There was no one to answer.

"It's complicated, haha......"

Dry laughter.

"It's a shame that Versus should lose to such a kid. ”

"He's stupid, too! Why would he have an alchemy duel with such a little guy? Winning is a matter of course, and even a little disgraceful to win, if he loses, then it will be extremely embarrassing. ”

Some people are not focused on the alchemy formation of the little fat man's ghost drawing talisman, they are more concerned about the duel between Van and the little fat man, analyzing why this happened and what the consequences will be.

And the little fat man, who is the focus of everyone's discussion, naturally enjoys the treatment of a star, and almost all his every move in the hall is followed by bright or dark eyes, not to mention that no one has stepped forward to take the initiative to talk to him.

Although the little fat man Kolevich can sometimes show a quality that is thicker than the city wall, but he is still not good at socializing after doing alchemy experiments in the basement for a long time, so in the face of one accoster after another, the smile on his face has been very stiff, and his performance can be said to be quite poor, but those people obviously don't mind this.

People's tolerance for genius is very high, and in the eyes of the disciples of the alchemists of these countries present, the disciple of this precise moment Serra, the little fat man who is not amazing, is a rare alchemy genius.

On the other side, Al silently began to pack up his and the little fat man's alchemy formations and tools.

Tidying up and paying attention to tidiness is a good habit that Al has cultivated by Mayfair since he was a child, when he was still in the logging village, Al's small room was kept in an orderly and meticulous manner by himself, and since learning from Serra, his good habit has naturally been brought to the alchemy experiment by him, and even Serra, who rarely praises people on weekdays, has praised that after each alchemy experiment, Al's alchemy experiment table is the cleanest she has ever seen.

"What are you doing?"

A voice came from Al Else's side.

Al was silent and continued to bow his head and gather his things.

"Hey, I'm talking to you!"

Al felt someone poking his arm with a finger, and he would turn his head and see a face about his height.

Dark-brown hair, a face with no other features, and perhaps most notably a near-transparent eye that shot a cold gaze from those eyes that looked Al up and down.

Al froze.

"Pack your things. ”

Al replied briefly.

The man looked at Al fixedly for a moment, the smile on his face extremely subtle, and then the corners of his mouth were like a lake blown by a backwind.

He smiled.

"You're not the little fat man's assistant, are you?"

The man asked Al in a positive tone.

Al was silent and didn't answer the question directly, he lowered his head and continued to sort through his tools.

"Sure enough, it's not!"

The man made up his mind on his own.

Al didn't bother to pay attention to the other party, after all, from the outside, the other party was just a little guy.

"Master Mosian, what are you doing?"

A tall blonde maid suddenly walked over, glanced at Al with a strange look, and then said to the transparent-eyed boy who was talking to him.

"I'm talking to this interesting friend. ”

The boy glanced at Al and said with a smile.

"Do you know him?"

The blonde maid raised an eyebrow and asked curiously.

"I don't know, but I'll definitely know you later, and so will you. ”

After the boy said this, he turned away in a dashing manner, and the blonde maid frowned and gave Al a deep look and left.