Alchemical formula.

The formulas in these games are partly from official announcements, partly from reverse derivations from players, and have been repeatedly verified in subsequent experiments.

Here are some formulas known as the basic laws of alchemy.

When Gross wrote these things under the nose of Miss Mage, he didn't think too much about it, it was just a habit for players - every player who studied alchemy knew these basic alchemy formulas by heart, at least, most of them.

Ingredient selection, sequence and procedure, temperature, technique and other environmental conditions control......

Many low-level alchemy items have their own standard processes, and higher-level alchemy is also derived and built from a large number of basic formulas.

In the previous life game, Gross's alchemy level was probably a little stronger than half a bucket of water.

However, when he wrote about the Latin alphabet symbols for entropy and enthalpy, the reaction principles in alchemical experiments, such as Lechatre's principle, Nernst's equation, and so on, Miss Mage Radia was completely shocked.

According to Gross's explanations and prompts, she personally took up the pen and carried out the calculations, again and again, and the process and results of multiple alchemy reactions were 100% consistent.

The rules of alchemy?

Where did he learn this knowledge?

In the holy land of mages, there is no such concise and accurate exposition of the law, and the explanation of the law of alchemy by the mages is usually a large paragraph of complex and awkward text, if they lack sufficient understanding and patience, they can only feel at a loss.

"Mr. Gross, you might be able to make a very good mage."

She sat down at the table with her little hands on her head, stars in her eyes, and sighed - the bandit leader seemed to be moved by her beautiful assertions, and performed a simple spell qualification test.

Unfortunately, though, his spell sensitivity is pitifully low.

Judging from Ladia's disappointed look, his spell qualifications are not much better than those of cats and dogs on the side of the road.

All right!

The bandit leader simply gave up the illusion of embarking on the path of the Faye.

There was a creaking sound from the carriages in the trade lane, and in front of and behind them, travelers and merchants were slowly moving forward. In the distance, in front of the gates of Karthas stood a column of heavily armed soldiers with war spears, one by one they were anxiously checking on the intruders......

Staring at Gross's bearded and shaggy cheeks, although this young man was far from handsome and delicate in terms of appearance alone, Ladia Klein seemed to find infinite charm in this face.

"Well, let's keep up."

Gross replied.

He didn't know what Miss Mage was thinking at this time—if he knew these thoughts and feelings of the girl in front of him, he would probably be happy in his sleep.

The five-person team entered Karthas an hour later.

In order to boost commerce and encourage trade, the capital of Karthas, the capital of Nogo, like most other Northland cities, did not have an entry tax, and after passing through the dimly lit gates, an open street was placed in front of them.

……

Samantha was right next to Fred.

The emerald green reflects the scenery of the mountain forest in early winter. The journey from Talen to Karthhas is intermittently crossed by several mountain ranges, and the scenery along the way is much richer than the flat trade routes elsewhere.

The endless mountains and the winter woods reflected in her eyes.

The direction she was looking at was Karthas ahead—

Originating from a few unnamed peaks on the northern edge of Lazis, and then extending from south to north to the west of Nogo, the Nogo Mountains served as a natural barrier separating the kingdom's northern and western borders. The mountains stretch to the foot of the Talon fortress, and after passing this section, the other part is relatively gentle until it reaches a small plain near Kartass.

Driven by a deliberate push, the news of Princess Samantha's arrival in the Northland to marry Fred, the eldest son of the Wolf family, spreads like the chill of winter.

She and Fred were still on their way, and Princess Lina Edwin, Count of Maddock and Countess of Karthas, was ready for it.

A grand welcome worthy of their identity.

Regardless of the thoughts of His Majesty within the white walls, the nobles never ignored these semblance rules.

At noon, the mountains and forests are filled with the warm glow of the sun, the breeze blows, and the shadows of branches and leaves sway in the forest path.

Samantha in the saddle withdrew her gaze from the tranquil and picturesque landscape, her knight, Fred Wolfe at her side. The two exchanged a warm look from time to time, as if they wanted to say something, but they always wanted to say something.

After hearing the reports from the royal agents, Princess Samantha may have fully estimated the dangers of her trip to the Northlands.

She was silent.

The landscape in view is constantly receding.

The sound of horses' hooves echoes through the quiet forest paths.

In addition to her and Fred, there were the royal bodyguards, the Rangers of Talen, a team of up to a hundred people who were making their way through a shallow valley.

"The princess, they're here."

A large bush on the hillside, and a whispered voice sounded from it. It was a man who spoke in a low voice, and he was looking at his companion—

Bushes, huge jagged and juggling rocks, all the places where they can hide their bodies are hiding a lot of figures, looking at their attire, like mercenaries.

They are indeed mercenaries, mercenaries from the Ensada Lynx mercenary group.

Stanley's eyes were blazing, and after receiving the mercenary's prompt, he poked his head out from behind a large rock - according to Count Locke Lambert's instructions, he arrived here as scheduled, and planned an elaborate ambush for it.

It was the place that was the way from Tarun to Karts, and sure enough, after three days of camping here, they finally reached Her Royal Highness the princess and her entourage.

Boy!

There are hundreds of cavalry!

The mercenaries breathed in as Princess Samantha and Fred appeared in the shade of the trees—a team of royal guards and elite rangers, clad in neat armor and covered robes of different colors and patterns.

This also exposes strength.

There are hundreds of cavalry, and the lowest is the existence of the first order.

Stanley and his men looked at each other, and froze in place as they crouched—big eyes staring at small eyes, you staring at me, I staring at you. Dozens of gazes intersected disorderly with each other, and then looked at Stanley together.

The leader of the Bobcat Mercenary Regiment, Stanley.

The middle-aged man with a bushy beard glanced at the cavalry from afar, then carefully retracted his head.