Some spring. An alchemist is born.

"Well, I remember your name was Zbia. Altram. Oberon, what do you think of alchemists? The old alchemist asked the blonde child in front of her.

The blonde boy known as Zbia looked a little hesitant, but soon, in the eyes of the old alchemist, who began to become dissatisfied, he still pouted and involuntarily said his answer: "The alchemist is very handsome, he can fly into the sky with a 'whoosh', can conjure countless candies with a 'bang', and can also make a golem taller than a human in a burst of electric sparks." ”

Tsbia, who was a little reluctant at first, now spoke with a smile on his eyebrows as he explained his understanding of alchemy to the alchemist.

The old alchemist glanced at the middle-aged man standing behind the boy with a dissatisfied gaze: "Oberon, is this how you educate your children?" ”

The middle-aged man, who had thick blond hair like his own son, was a little submissive, and with a flattering smile, he cautiously approached the old alchemist's side: "Lord Sheryl, these are all problems with my education, so I have not been able to let him receive the correct education of the Demon Dao from an early age. It's all because I only cared about training his brother Henry, and didn't tap into Zbia's talent, so that he has been abandoned until now. ”

"So, are you bringing him to me now because you want me to make him a disciple?" The old alchemist twisted his body slightly, allowing himself to better sink into the velvet seat: "Just because I can't pass on the magic mark to two people, do you choose the older and more calm one?" ”

The middle-aged man was silent, acquiescing to the old alchemist's words.

Magic marking, which can only be passed down to one person, represents the history of the family from generation to generation, and only the magician who inherits the magic circuit can be said to be a real magician, but she must carry the will of the clan and give up the seal to the successor below. In a sense, this solidified mystery is a subsidiary engine that is different from the circuit of the magician himself.

In a sense, it can also be said to be a curse of repeated weight increases.

But it is also something that countless magicians flock to, the solidified mystery, the knowledge hidden in it, any apprentice will grow up in a very short time after getting the magic circuit, and the magicians who have become mature can get new knowledge from it.

However, the magic circuit is something that only one thing in a family, and most families have to choose one if they have more than two children who have the qualifications to inherit the family.

And now, the blonde boy Zbia, who was looking at the old alchemist in a turbulent manner, did not seem to know that his fate was to be abandoned, and he looked at the old alchemist carefully, hoping only in his heart that he would not be ridiculed too much by her.

After all, before that, any alchemist would glare at him when he heard the reason he wanted to learn, as if he had defiled something sacred.

After a moment's thought, the old alchemist smiled at Tsbia with only three teeth left, "Come here, kid." ”

Tsbia obediently walked up to her side and sat down on the armrest at her motion.

"You think alchemy is very handsome, isn't it, it's gorgeous?" The boy nodded.

"So, do you know how it was formed?" The boy shook his head.

"Then do you still want to learn alchemy, you don't understand its principle at all, and what is your reason for learning it?" The old alchemist's face suddenly hardened.

"To save the world!" The boy said imposingly: "I heard from my brother that no one has been able to calculate the way to avoid the 'end of mankind' that has been proved by the first president of the Atlas Academy, so I am going to challenge it, since I am a magical alchemist, I will definitely be able to challenge this 'impossible'." ”

The old alchemist was silent for a long time when she heard the boy's words, she turned to the middle-aged man and said, "I can take this little guy, and he can also inherit my magic mark after my death, but he will not inherit my family, he will only continue to be a member of your Eltram family, and he will continue to use this name one by one." ”

The middle-aged man was a little surprised, in his opinion, if he inherited someone else's magic mark, he could be called someone else's family, how could he still use his own surname.

"Listen, Zbia, the path you are going to be very difficult, and whatever your achievements may be in the future, you will be mad at what you know. On this thorny road, your worst enemy will always be your eyes, and everything you see will prove to you that what you have done is useless. Even so, do you still want to keep the world from extinction? The old alchemist's loose face was a little intimidating, especially when she spoke in that tone.

"Hmm." Tilting his head, Tsbia seemed to hear an inaudible sigh from the old alchemist.

A few months later, rumors circulated throughout the Alasta Monastery that Oberon, the apprentice of the old alchemist Sheryl, was a child prodigy who had successfully refined the decayed philosopher's stones according to this formula, and that the distant Ottoman Empire had sent people to exchange these degraded philosopher's stones for precious magic materials

Some winter. An alchemist's study.

"Hey, Zbia, what have you been up to lately?" A young man with a similar appearance to Zbia, but with straight purple hair, patted him on the shoulder: "If you don't have any problems lately, come back to the family with me for a few days." ”

"Brother Henry, do you still want me to marry like that? If I go home, I should be like last time, tie me to the bed, and let in thirty or so women who have drunk too much euphoria. Zbia slapped his brother's hand away with a smile: "And why do you want me to get married so much, even if it is for the inheritance of the family, it should be the brother who inherited the magic mark, you should get married." ”

"Don't make a fuss, you also know that although I am better at the inheritance of the family's [Cutting Mind], in terms of alchemy talent, it should be that you are stronger," Henry. Altram. Oberon said helplessly: "So, you better go and get married and leave a descendant, maybe your descendant will combine the advantages of the two of us." ”

"I'm really sorry, brother, I still have a project to study. As long as I find a way to avoid the extinction of humanity, I will definitely get married. Besides, Ms. Shiryl shouldn't like her house to be too noisy. Zbia said.

"Zibia, have you forgotten that Lord Sheryl has been dead for three years, and besides, you still buried her yourself" Zibia's brother looked at his alchemy genius brother worriedly, because there was no difference in magic engraving, the two had always had a good relationship, and even Henry's first thought whenever he had a problem with alchemy was to find a brother who was much younger than himself to seek advice.

But ah, I don't know when my brother changed.

Three years ago, Zbia's mentor, or rather, his grandmother, took him in. It had been two months since Henry heard the news, and the students who had been waiting for two months for the Great Alchemist of Shirrill to go to class normally did not receive any news, and they infiltrated her house together and found Shirille's highly decomposed wreckage.

And Zbia, just three meters away from her body

Nibbling on a rye loaf of bread

While writing a lot of complicated formulas on parchment

The matter was finally suppressed by the Abbot of Alast, after which the Dean instructed Henry to take care of his younger brother and not to let the young genius alchemist die for some "inexplicable" reason.

Henry also began to devote himself to leaving behind his brother, who was becoming more and more wrong.

"Ah, Teacher Shirley is dead, I forgot that, brother, what are you doing with me? I still have a problem to solve, really, there is really not enough time to avoid the extinction of mankind, if I substitute the third set of Jordan Kabra formulas, I may be able to calculate it," said Zbia, immersed in endless calculations.

Looking at his younger brother who began to calculate the subject that could never be solved, Henry was silent for a moment, and stepped forward to pat his brother on the shoulder: "I'll go back first, it's cold, wear more clothes." ”

"Hmm." Tilting his head, Zbia seemed to hear the young brother let out an inaudible sigh.

A few months later, rumors spread throughout Alasta that Henry, the eldest of the two heads of the Eltram family (yes, both brothers were the heads of the family), had a child, a boy with purple hair, who, according to his identified talent, was a genius far beyond ordinary people, if not a prodigy. And the baby's uncle, Tsbia, who had just completed the calculation of the third set of Jordanian Kabra formulas, came up with a desperate answer, as before

One summer. An alchemist's calculations.

"When the Elder Grows"

Zbia threw away the silver horn in his hand and allowed the delicate instrument to make a meaningless noise on the ground.

"No, no, why, I've improved the calculation method of the first dean, I've obviously reached the calculation formula for calculating the trajectory of the stars, and I've reached the direction of calculating the direction of human society, even to the extent of the year."

"Why, why is it impossible to calculate the probability that humanity will not die!!"

"Is this a human limitation? The result of the calculation will always be that desperate land of steel, the air is filled with that kind of deadly dust, the whole planet is shrouded in all kinds of rays, and the food produced is just garbage, and even without the support of special devices or medicines, human beings cannot move around the outside world."

"What is there to look forward to in this future, and how to avoid the extinction of humanity."

Zbia bowed his head in pain, his hands pulling at his dull blonde hair, his bloodshot eyes trembling from days of sleeplessness.

"Miracle yes, miracle!"

"As long as I reach the [Fa], as long as I achieve the [Sixth Fa], I will definitely be able to calculate it."

"But I've only been concerned about research, and with this body, I'm a dead apostle who can't reach the realm of the Fa no matter how hard I try, and as long as I become a dead apostle, my body's functions will be improved, and it will be possible to reach the Fa."

"Hmm." Tilting his head, Zbia seemed to hear an inaudible sigh from some genius alchemist who had died.

A few months later, the entire Alaste Monastery was filled with the genius alchemist Zbia. Altram. Oberon then made a pact with Elterugi, the ruler of the blood and contract, to become a Dead Apostle, and when he failed in his pursuit of the Sixth Law, he turned into a spirit son (soul blueprint) and dissipated into Chong, and began to repeat the challenge of the Sixth Law in an endless cycle of eternal reincarnation according to the thousand-year-old navigation chart.

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PS: Ask for recommendation, ask for collection Lucifer Akmund's behavior of 4 votes a day we just saw, teenager, GJ!!

PS2: Yesterday iQiyi had another book festival,,, so I slept late

PS3: Volume 1,,, I don't know how many more chapters there are