readx;?“ Pets? You say this monster is your pet?"

The little fat man pointed at Nyven Moore and said in horror. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Yes. Al turned to the Shadow Demon and ordered, "Moore, go back!"

The pitch-black monster looked at Al as if it were burning with flames, and there was some reluctance in its pupils, but it obediently slipped into the shadows as Al obeyed.

Seeing that the pitch-black monster turned into a shadow and burrowed into the shadows again, the little fat man still hid far away and did not dare to approach.

"Where's that monster? It's not going to jump out and bite my head off, is it?"

The sound of the Shadow Demon chewing the Iron Spider just now left a lot of shadows in the little fat man's heart.

"No, it won't. ”

Al explained.

Perhaps to show that he was not a coward, the little fat man eventually walked slowly towards Al.

"That monster of yours, oh, why did a pet eat my alchemical creations? Could it be that it likes to eat iron?"

Remembering that he seemed to have forgotten the Neven Moore Soul Stone for several days, Al shook his head and explained, "No, it should have just eaten not iron, but soul, it seems that your alchemical creation does have a soul." ”

"Are you complimenting me? But why do I feel more and more panicked? ”

At this moment, there was a frictional sound from the rotation of the wooden loose sheet at the door, and it turned out that the fat boss walked in.

The fat boss was holding a tray with some small snacks and tea on it, which looked not in good shape but the smell was quite fragrant.

"Come on, boys, get something to eat. ”

The fat boss greeted.

He placed the tray with the small snacks on the table in front of Al.

"How's it going?

The fat boss lowered his voice and asked with concern, and when he came in, he also noticed that the atmosphere between the two seemed to be a little delicate.

"It's fine. ”

Al replied.

Hearing this answer, the fat boss was slightly stunned, and a smile immediately bloomed from his fleshy face, like ripples blown by the wind on the surface of a calm lake.

"Oh, thank you!" the fat boss mistakenly thought that Al had completely convinced his son, and his happy look was almost like he wanted to hug the boy across from him and kiss him fiercely.

"Vicky, why don't you come here to thank you?"

The fat boss greeted the little fat man.

"Thank him?" the little fat man's eyes widened, wondering what was wrong with his ears, "Why should I thank him? ”

"Alchemical creations, what alchemical creations of yours?"

The monster's words were automatically ignored by the fat boss, who squinted his eyes and looked at his son suspiciously.

The little fat man realized at this time that he had leaked his mouth, and he covered his mouth, his eyes dripping and rolling.

"Uncle, in fact, you don't have to force your son to learn magic, I think your son is really talented in alchemy, and he can actually refine things with souls. ”

Perhaps out of guilt for Neven Moore for eating the Iron Spider, Al spoke out to help the little fat man out of the siege.

"What did you say?"

Unexpectedly, the fat boss not only did not feel comforted at all when he heard Al's words, but showed an extremely shocked and even frightened look.

"No, no!" the little fat man jumped out and waved his hand repeatedly: "He didn't say anything, you heard it wrong." ”

"Get out of the way!"

The fat boss directly pushed the little fat man aside and walked in front of Al.

"What did you just say? Is it true that my son has refined something with a soul?"

Al nodded.

"Oh!" the fat boss squealed, covering his face with his hands, "What did you do, Vicky? Didn't I say you must not try the methods in that book?"

With such a close distance, Al could clearly see the tense muscles on the fat boss's face and the slight tremor in his body, and it was obvious that he was quite excited at the moment.

"Dad, I just tried an alchemy in the book. ”

Korevich looked at his agitated father in bewilderment, looking a little aggrieved and afraid.

"Do you know what you did? Your grandfather died because of this! If it weren't for the last relic of your grandfather, I would have destroyed him. ”

The fat boss yelled at the little fat man.

Although he was red-faced and almost hoarsely trying his best to educate his children, at the moment the fat boss focused more attention on Al who was standing on the side.

His own son may not know how serious the study of the soul is, but the fat boss knows very well that a magic apprentice of the Ceylon Academy must be well aware of the strict restrictions imposed by the imperial law on the study of the soul, as the most mysterious and noble thing that human beings consider to be the most indistinguishable from those inferior animals, whether it is in the eyes of those priests who believe in gods, or in the eyes of those magicians who study the laws of all things, it is also an untouchable holy place.

So the fat boss seems to be reprimanding his son on the surface, and more importantly, it is a temptation, testing the attitude of the apprentice who inexplicably intervened in his family's biggest and secret about life.

If he's so resistant to this and plans to report to the guards right away that he's arrested his son, then there's only —

The fat boss's hand reached into the pocket of his coat and felt the smooth and cold handle, as well as the slender trigger.

Desert Eagle.

The Empire's newest military-standard pistol.

Although it doesn't have the power of a magic bow or the special destructive power of an enchanted sword, it's small, flexible, lightweight, and doesn't require any mana, just pulling the trigger with your hand to activate it.

This is something that the fat boss managed to get with his father's previous connections and connections as a great alchemist, if it is against a prepared formal magician, it may not be effective, but if it is just a magic apprentice, it should not be a problem.

But the big question now is whether to fire this shot.

Because of his father, the fat boss and his family moved away from his hometown, where alchemy was extremely prosperous, and came to the City of Magic to open a small shop of alchemy materials.

As for whether he can get rid of the fat boss or not, he doesn't think about it at all, if the other party obviously wants to leave immediately to find the guards to arrest someone, then it is better to kill him here directly.

ps: I came back from a business trip, and I only came back today, and I was tired like a dog. (To be continued.) )