"Where is the president, who you are talking about?" After returning to his room from outside the camp, Friedlier closed the door, and then looked at Oeve inside the room and asked.

Oiv brushed the hair on her forehead, then looked at Friedel with her deep, quiet eyes and said, "The Skyfall City where Pope Randy and the Emperor are located. ”

"Is it far there?" Friedrier said as he walked over to Oive.

"Take a round trip on a horse, three to four months." Oeve watched as Friedreel walked up to him and put his hand on his waist.

"It's too far." Friedlier looked at Oiff up close and said, "I can't wait that long. ”

"Can't wait that long?" Oeve looked into Friedley's light blue eyes and asked, "Do you have any other plans?" ”

"I want to go get my weapon back." Friedlier said.

"Your weapon?" Oeve asked, "What weapon do you have?" ”

"You'd be surprised if I said it." Friedlier said with a smile.

"Really? Then tell me quickly. Oeve said, taking her hand over Friedley's hand.

"Remember what you told me to see on that stone wall?" Friedlier leaned into Oive's ear and whispered, "The row at the bottom of that stone wall. ”

"What's in the bottom line?" Eve asked in surprise, "Did you decipher that line?" ”

"Yes, I understood what it meant, only now I think I can tell you." Friedlier said.

"Why didn't you think you could tell me until now that you've already deciphered it?" Oeve asked.

"Because now we're a group." Friedlier laughed, "I can tell you anything on the rock wall without reservation, but I also want you to do everything in your power to help me retrieve my weapon." ”

"You were wary of us before." Oeve thought for a moment and said, "But the weapon you're talking about..... The world is so big, and there are so many of the same weapons, how can I help you find your lost weapon. Unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless it's an artifact." O'Eve said.

"Oh, that's a pity, it's an artifact." Friedlier laughed, "And it's written in the last line of the rock wall." ”

Oive's eyes widened, she looked at Friedlier in surprise, and then slowly spoke, "What did you say...?" You say your weapon, your weapon is an artifact? ”

Friedlier pouted, "I think so, after all, it's also made through the Philosopher's Stone." ”

"Oh my God, what's it called? What is it like? Oeve said urgently, "Tell me about it." ”

"I can tell you everything about it, but I also want you to promise me to use your people to help me retrieve it." Friedlier said.

"Yes, since it's an artifact, we'll try to help you recover your weapon as much as possible." O'Eve said.

"Okay." "It's a sword, like the kind of sword worn by the guards here." It's just that on its sword is engraved an ancient Pheudon inscription, which is its name. ”

"Wait a minute." Oeve thought for a moment, then asked, "The sword you said.... Is it a sword that can make night fall? ”

Friedlier's mouth opened slightly, and he was surprised, "I don't know if it really makes night fall, but it's called Nightfall." ”

"Oh my God, that sword, that sword is Tofly's weapon." Oeve said in surprise.

"What?" Friedlier was also taken aback, and asked Oive, "Is that his weapon?" But that's what my father gave me. ”

"Maybe he gave it to your father?" O'Eve said.

"This—" Friedlier asked, surprised and turned, "Oive, have you ever seen that sword?" ”

"I haven't seen that sword." "But I've heard of it. ”

"I've heard of it, who did you listen to?" Friedreel asked, "Did you hear that it has the ability to summon nightfall?" ”

"The president told me." "He'd seen Tofly wield that sword, and he'd seen the Nightfall Sword capable of it. ”

"President? He's supposed to be very old, right? "What's his name?" ”

"You don't have to know that, Friedrear." Oeve paused for a moment, then turned to look at Friedlier and asked, "I'm curious, since you have always owned that sword, but you have never known that it has magical powers?" Didn't your father tell you? ”

"Nope." Friedlear shook his head and said, "I've owned it since I was a child, and I've always treated it like a sharp sword. My father never told me about it, and I never heard anyone say that a sword could make night fall. It's an exaggeration, and I think this kind of thing can only happen in myths. ”

"Didn't you think once that this weapon of yours could make night fall?" Oeve asked.

Friedlear hesitated for a moment and said, "When I was younger, maybe I thought about it, after all, it's called Nightfall, what's wrong?" Could it be that if I wanted, the power contained in it would be released? ”

"Yes, but if you think about it, you'll release some." Oeve whispered, "Unless... Is it that the energy of the night has dried up....?"

"Depleted?" Friedlier asked, "What does that mean?" ”

"As I said before, everything in the world is subject to equivalent exchange." "No energy is endless. Even if it is an artifact, the amount of matter it consumes when it is created determines the amount of energy it has. And the energy contained in it also determines the durability and strength of the ability it can use, and the energy will eventually be consumed one day, which is a rule that cannot be changed. ”

"I didn't know much about this before." Friedlier scratched his nose and said.

"It's like glowite, it can shine for a long, long time. But it will always go out, but if you put it in the sun for a while, it will shine again. "Because it gets its energy from the sun." ”

Friedlier thought for a moment and said, "I understand a little bit about that. As you said, if my "Nightfall" is depleted of energy, there is still a way to regain its energy, right? ”

"This.... Yes, yes, but it's hard. "Because it requires not only the ingredients used to make it at the time, but also the Philosopher's Stone as a medium." ”

"Hmm...." After a moment's thought, Friedleer said, "Help me find it, only by recovering it can I know if it's depleted." Also, even if he doesn't have any special abilities, I need it, and without him around, I feel like I'm missing an arm. ”

Oeve looked into Friedreel's eyes, and she suddenly said softly, "I promise you, I'll let Brullis and Abhikius go out to inquire about the whereabouts of the night, but before then, translate the contents of that diary to me, okay?" ”

Friedlear smiled, and he took the journal out of his bosom.

After turning a few pages, Friedlier found the page with the joke on it, and he solemnly translated it to Oive.

"Stop, I don't want to listen to this." Oeve said to Friedreel, "Friedrear, please be serious, the clue to the Philosopher's Stone is really important to me, and I hope you will be serious about helping me and being honest with me." ”

Friedlier closed the diary, shrugged his shoulders and asked, "Miss O'Eve, how can I be serious and honest with you?" What I'm talking about is indeed what I said in my diary. ”

"Okay, forget it, you can take the diary and read it." Oeve was silent for a while, a little displeased, and then said, "When you're done reading it all, you can tell me what's inside." ”

"Well, it looks like you trust me a lot." Friedlier laughed and said, "That's what it's called being honest, right?" ”

Oeve was silent.

Looking at O'Eve, who looked displeased, Friedrie thought for a moment and then said, "Miss O'Eve, I have a very important question for you. ”

"What's the problem, you can say it." O'Eve said.

"As an alchemist, will you be able to make gold?" Friedrier asked, looking at Oiff curiously.

Oiv was stunned for a moment when she heard Friedley's question, and then she said with a light smile, "Why would you suddenly ask such a question, are you deliberately trying to make me happy?" ”

"Does this question seem like it's making people happy?" "I've wanted to ask you this question a long time ago, but I'm just afraid you won't tell me the truth, so I haven't asked it." ”

Oeve smiled and said, "Okay, I'll tell, yes." ”

"Really?" Friedlier asked in surprise, "Can you make gold?" ”

Oeve smiled and nodded.

"Do you understand me wrongly, I'm not talking about smelting gold from dug gold mines." "I mean that, that kind of gold made out of other things, you know?" The kind of gold that makes gold without gold ore.."

"You mean turning stones into gold, right? I understand. "I tell you, yes." ”

"Oh my God, really?!" Friedlier's eyes widened, and he repeated the mass of Oeve with an incredulous gaze.

Oeve smiled and said, "Let's go, if you don't believe me, I can take you to a place." ”

Friedrell curiously followed Oeve outside, and he saw her walk behind the wooden door of the house under the cliff again.

Re-entering the cavern, O'Eve led him through the first hall to open a secret door, a secret door that Friedlier had not noticed before. The secret door was dimly lit, but Oiff was able to get into it and walked inside.

Friedlier followed Oive's footsteps for a while, and suddenly, his vision suddenly brightened. At the end of the passage appeared a small grotto room, and under the light of a small glowstone, Friedlier was surprised to see that in this grotto room, there were piles full of gold coins!

"Oh my God!" Friedlier's eyes lit up, and he walked quickly to the pile of gold coins, grabbing a handful of them in his hand.

"How? Believe it. Oeve smiled and asked Friedreel, "These are all made by our Ouroboros Secret Society." ”

"O Ancestors," Fridlier exclaimed unconsciously in the Featonic language, "that such a thing as turning stones into gold really exists.... ”

"How do you make it?" Friedlier picked up another handful of gold coins, and looking at the rattling of gold coins, Friedlier widened his eyes and asked O'Eve, "Tell me, Miss O'Eve, how did you do it?" Is it the Philosopher's Stone? ”

Oiv covered her mouth and smiled, then said, "Yes, as long as you find the Philosopher's Stone, you can get an infinite amount of gold." ”

"Really?" Friedlier believed it at first, but when he saw Oeve snickering, he asked again, "Oive, are you lying to me?" Tell me, how the hell did you make these gold coins? ”

"Okay, okay, I'll be honest with you." "These coins have nothing to do with the Philosopher's Stone, and they are not gold coins made of gold at all, they are all fake gold. ”

"Fake gold?!" Friedlier was stunned for a moment, then he picked up a gold coin in his hand and examined it carefully in the light of a glowstone lamp. However, he didn't see anything unusual, and then he bit it again with his teeth, and the hardness of the gold coin was not too hard, not much different from the other gold coins he had seen.

"It's... Is it fake? Friedlier asked Oeve incredulously.

Oiff nodded, "They're a little lighter than real gold, and in fire, they turn black when they melt, while real gold, no matter how many times people melt it, it will still be golden when it cools." ”

"I see..." Friedlier looked at the gold coin in his hand with some disappointment and said, "But even if this is the case, it is not easy for you to refine so much fake gold. ”

"Isn't it easy?" Oeve said with a smile, "This is already the simplest and most basic refinement in our organization. ”

Friedlier asked in surprise, "Techniques like this, are they all basic?" ”

Oeve nodded.

"It's kind of interesting." Friedreel pondered, "The treasures and riches that the world has to take away even if they pay for their lives are the most basic of them in you. Although these are fake gold, I think they can still be used as real gold when the time is right. ”

Oeve smiled and said, "Friedlier, the world you know is pretty simple. ”