At night, the old street is quiet, most of the shops have long been closed, there are no pedestrians here at night, and it seems even more lonely at the moment, only the lit street lamps leave a faint shadow on the road.

And on the corner of the old street, Antoine's alchemy workshop is still lit.

Antoine put down the cup in his hand and scanned the work of each alchemy circle again, only then did he cut off his mana supply and stop the circle.

Of course, he couldn't let the circle continue to work while he was asleep, otherwise if something went wrong on the way, his alchemy workshop might be blown up directly, and Antoine cleaned everything up before slowly walking upstairs and returning to the bedroom to get ready for sleep.

About an hour had passed, and just as the snoring was rising upstairs, Antoine's door was quietly pried open, and a figure crept into the atelier's workshop.

"It's so easy."

Sanderson was dressed in coarse black, the fabric that had accompanied him for many years, and he was so light that he barely made a sound, for theft was his old business.

If it had been placed in the Atelier Piram, Sanderson would have beeped the moment he unlocked the door, but that particular circle would have cost a lot of money to set up and maintain, and Antoine obviously couldn't afford it.

Sanderson came to the side of the alchemy circle and pulled out a dark green stone from his pocket.

Of course, he didn't know how to do magic, but what Piram gave Sanderson was a real magic item.

This magical prop, known as the Recording Stone, can perfectly replicate the structure of a magic circle in a space, which is a creation left over from ancient magic, and its specific principles have not yet been analyzed by modern magic.

In the beginning, the use of the Recording Stone was for archaeology, and when mages found ancient magic relics, they used the Recording Stone to rub down those runes and magic circles that were difficult to parse for later study, and now it has become a convenient means of copying, used to carry the drawings of small and medium-sized magic circles.

Sanderson activated the recording stone according to the method Piram had said, and a burst of green light swept through, and soon one of the Coke production lines was copied flawlessly and flawlessly.

"It's time to go."

Sanderson thought, but he suddenly noticed that there was silence around him, and the snoring that had been going on before had stopped for some time.

In just a moment, Sanderson broke out in a cold sweat, and he hurriedly put away the recording stone and walked towards the door.

"You thief!"

A roar rang out from behind Sandersen, followed by a scorching current.

Even Sandersen, who was completely unmagical, could catch the trail of the burning flames in mid-air out of the corner of his eye.

One Ring Magic, Fireball Magic.

The egg-sized core was surrounded by red flames that smashed into Sanderson in a straight line.

He hurried forward, and the fireball slashed across Sandersen's head, leaving a scorched trail in his hair, hitting the wooden door and opening a path for Sandersen.

Sanderson panicked, crawled and hurriedly slipped out, and in the thick of the night, he soon disappeared into the alley, never to be found again.

Since the process of copying the recording stone does not leave any traces, Antoine would only think that it was an ordinary thief trying his luck in the alchemy workshop, and Sanderson sighed at Piram's wisdom, and he gasped for breath with palpitations, feeling the recording stone in his pocket, and after a while he settled down, but felt a damp heat in his lower body.

The experience just now made him incontinent.

......

The next day, in Antoine's alchemy workshop, Antoine was talking to Leslie, the sheriff who had come to investigate and collect evidence.

"Are you sure nothing is missing?"

Leslie looked at the door that had been blasted open by the fireball spell, and thought to herself that the mage himself had probably done much more damage to the room than the thief.

Fortunately, Leslie had investigated the surrounding neighbors, and someone had indeed seen an unidentified fellow sneaking out of Antoine's alchemy workshop last night, so that he could roughly conclude that the theft was indeed a matter and not a delusion of the mage.

"Nothing is missing, I think the thieves must have come for my alchemy circle."

Antoine pointed to the alchemy circle he was running.

"It's a bit tricky, Sherra, what do you think?"

Leslie asks her colleague that Sheila is a one-ring mage, and that her magical crime unit has been getting busy due to the recent increase in magical crime.

"If it is a crime using a record stone, then there will basically be no evidence left, and if the other party does not openly take out the alchemy circle on some occasions, we will not be able to find the whereabouts."

Sheila shook her head, her wheat-colored skin was healthy, not at all like a mage focused on research in the laboratory.

"How's the prophecy?"

Leslie asked, there had been examples in the past of using astrological prophecy to successfully find clues, hence the question.

"There is no way, there are too many magical elements involved in the event, and the prophecy will be greatly disturbed, unless you can invite a high-level mage, such as the Excellency in the 'Stargazer'."

Sighing, Shira had nothing to do.

Unlike the ability to predict the future in the general impression, although prophecy can perform a relatively accurate divination for events that do not involve magic, if there are magical elements in it, such as this event now, then the results of astrology will be greatly deviated, or even completely opposite to the truth.

"Monsieur Antoine, do you have any clues, such as competitors or something?"

As a matter of experience, Leslie picked up a bottle of Coke that had already been made, and the town of Sorento, where Old Street was located, had not yet become popular, so he didn't know anything about Piram Coke.

"Atelier Piram recently produced a batch of Coke, similar to mine, but with a different taste."

Antoine replied that he had followed Reiner's instructions and had not directly accused Antoine, only hinting at a wave.

"The Atelier of Piram? The possibility of commercial competition is very high. ”

Sheila seems to be in a quandary, the alchemy workshop itself has many misdeeds, but in the absence of direct evidence, the sheriffs of several cities have not been able to convict her, and as a mage, Sheila is also very disgusted by Piram's actions.

"We'll go back and investigate, but Mr. Antoine, I still have to tell you that you can't be convicted unless you can find direct evidence that your alchemy circle was indeed stolen by the Piram Alchemy Workshop."

"I understand."

Antoine nodded, not telling the two sheriffs in front of him about the signature he had set up in the alchemy circle for the time being.