When the first rays of dawn are cast into the red manor, it begins to brighten up, bringing a little bit of color to Provence, which is less of a strong color in winter!

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A crow lands early on the roof of a house in the Red Manor, and the contrast between red and black is like a Van Gogh painting.

When the sun was rising, the man opened the window and stretched out a comfortable waist, and the old crow flew over.

"Mr. Earl, I didn't bother you, did I?"

"Oh, good morning, old crow! You are becoming more and more cultivated, and you will definitely become a veritable gentleman in the near future! Wesley quipped.

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Earl, the master has something to do with you!"

"Is he in a hurry?" Wesley took a deep breath as he spoke, the smell of lavender and thyme in the winter morning air was less, but the wild smell of snow and pine trees on the top of the Alps made Wesley feel more fresh and comfortable.

Summers in Provence belong to women, while winters in Provence are more masculine!

"I don't think it's too rushed, because the host is inviting you over for lunch!"

"Then you tell my uncle that I'll go over after breakfast!"

The old crow nodded, and the white hair on its head shook like a rooster's tail, and it disappeared with a flutter.

At this time, the beauty on the bed behind him also got up.

"My dear, you sleep a little longer!" Wesley used to kiss pro-Americans.

"Monsieur Count is going to be busy again?" The lazy Wanying is a little reluctant.

"As an heir, I can't help myself, but I'll be back soon!"

"Oh, my dear, I'm joking with you, men should be ambitious, and if they are always in love with their children, they will achieve nothing! I think there are a lot of things you should learn more from your uncle! ”

"Thank you for your understanding Wanying, I know that I have the world, and I have you in my life!"

"Oh, that kind of world is just a 'hibiscus tent warm spring night', I don't love the Duke of Windsor, I love Julius Caesar!"

"I understand, my dear Cleopatra!"

After breakfast, Wanying put Wesley in the car.

"Dear Wanying, I'll come back after lunch with my uncle! Yesterday he wanted to keep me for dinner, but I thought you'd come back. Uncle is sometimes too lonely to be alone, maybe he wants someone to talk to him! ”

"I know, you can go with confidence!" Wan Ying kissed Wesley as a farewell.

Wesley arrived at Dio Manor, and the old crow led him to the door of the laboratory and knocked on it with his beak.

The door opened, and Old Rook and Wesley entered.

At this time, Monsieur Theo was concentrating on the experiment, and he did not look up at them.

"Master, the Count is here!"

"Got it, go ahead!"

"Okay master, I'll go outside to keep a sentry!"

The old crow flew out of the door as he spoke, and the door closed automatically.

"My dear nephew, you must be interested in this experiment today!" Monsieur Theor said as he fiddled with the scales.

"I wonder what this experiment of my uncle is about today?" Wesley asked curiously.

"For as long as my uncle can remember, you've always been interested in Eastern culture, especially Chinese culture, so my uncle would like to ask you a question before telling you about this experiment......" Mr. Dio stopped what he was doing and looked at Wesley.

"Oh uncle, you are so modest, I am still your student at the root! I remember that you loved to tell me stories about the Orient since I was a child, and my interest in Oriental cultural studies began at that time! ”

"Do you remember what the Chinese think everything in the universe is made of?"

"Of course, uncle! Thousands of years ago, the Chinese had the concept of matter, they believed that everything in the universe is composed of five most basic substances, that is, metal, wood, water, fire, earth, which is also called the five elements! ”

"Oh, great! Then you see......" Mr. Dior praised Wesley as he had when he was a child.

Mr. Dio picked up a piece of paper with tweezers, and he placed it on an alcohol lamp and lit it, and then took it to a glass dish, in which the paper burned into a pile of ashes.

"Fire is born of earth!" Wesley said.

Monsieur Dio nodded in satisfaction.

Then he took out a small piece of ore from a yellow jar on the bench, put it into a small silvery, high-temperature furnace, closed the door for three minutes, and when he opened the door again, the gray ore had turned into a small yellow-orange-orange gold the size of a corn kernel.

"Native gold!" Wesley said.

Monsieur Theo only had a satisfied smile on his face, and he did not stop what he was doing.

When he put the cooled gold back into the furnace again, he opened the door again for a minute, and Wesley saw that the gold had melted into a puddle of liquid.

"Jin Shengshui!"

Mr. Dio put down what he was holding, took some water from his beaker, and went to the windowsill, on which was a pot of mini pines that were still green in the winter, and Mr. Dio poured the water on it, and when it was over, Mr. Dio turned his head to look at Wesley, who had a confident smile on his lips.

"Aquatic wood!"

Monsieur Theor put the beaker back and took out a small piece of wood from another brown jar with tweezers, and he placed the wood on the alcohol stove and lit it, and the burning wood wafted out of the smell of agarwood, which made the strange smell of the laboratory disappear without a trace, and Wesley liked the scent.

"Wood makes a fire!"

"What are these five experiments called together?" Mr. Dio asked.

"Symbiosis!" Wesley replied without hesitation, he didn't know what medicine his uncle was selling in the gourd.

"What can the process of melting gold in a high-temperature furnace just now be called on the flip side?"

"Fire Gram!"

"Hmm!" Monsieur Theo nodded again in satisfaction!

Mr. Theo took a sharp knife from the drawer, and he cut the agarwood, which was still slowly burning, into two pieces, and he looked back at Wesley.

"Jin Kemu!"

Monsieur Theor took another seed from a green jar, and he put it in the soil next to the pot of miniature pines in front of the windowsill, and he lucked his luck with his palms in the direction of the seed, only to see the seed burst out of the soil as small shoots.

"Muketu!" Wesley didn't have to wait for his uncle's eyes.

Monsieur Theor picked up the beaker again, this time with a full glass of water, and poured it on the little bud who had just broken the ground, and the soil around the little bud was washed loose by the water, and the little bud fell to the side.

Monsieur Theo unhurriedly took out a handful of earth from a black jar, and he filled it around the little bud, who suddenly stood up again, full of life.

"Tuke water!"

Monsieur Theo set fire to another piece of paper in the glass dish, and then he poured all the little water left in the beaker on it, and the fire was extinguished.

"Water overcomes fire!"

"What are the next five experiments called together?"

"Xiang Ke!"

"Oh, my nephew, I've always thought you were my proudest student, and that's right!" Mr. Dio praised with great pleasure.