Orlan crossed the main road and went down the deep alley, where the alchemy shop of the maid was located. He had been there with Yulia not long ago, so he was able to reach his destination in no time. As for whether it was a trap waiting for him, or Julia, it would be known immediately.

Pushing open the door, it was still the old man in a gray robe. The poor old man had almost been scared half to death by Yulia not long ago, for no other reason than that Yulia had added a handful of unknown things to the potion he was boiling in front of him, and the liquid in the vessel rose with a puff of colorful smoke.

The old man hugged his head and hid under the table, after all, it was the refining of the concentrated oil of the big leaf man-eating flower, and the slightest mistake could bomb the whole room into the sky. However, he had to do so, because he had been suffering from acute angina for many years, which he had ventured to refine, and it worked well on his illness.

Generally speaking, to carry out this kind of dangerous alchemy, the level of the old man's alchemy house is not qualified, or in other words, the alchemy house of his "slum" level is not qualified to perform dangerous alchemy. It is conceivable that he is now conducting experiments in violation of the regulations of the Alchemy Association, so if it is revealed, he will definitely not be able to bear this responsibility.

But he really couldn't turn away two guests who might bring him gold, and he felt that he could complete this alchemy without incident. After all, the people who usually come to patronize his alchemy shop are nothing more than ordinary civilians, and he has a lot of medicines for bruises, colds and colds.

However, to his surprise, when the smoke gradually diluted into the air and turned into a burst of orchid-like fragrance, he knew that he had succeeded. He crawled out from under the table and raced to the vessel containing the liquid, his eyes wide in disbelief. The amount of purification has increased by more than 40% compared to before!

Then the old man looked at Yulia with a look of joy and sorrow mixed with pain and longing, and if he could be ten years younger, he would immediately hold the thigh of the young and beautiful red-haired woman in front of him and beg her to be her teacher. It seems that this old man is also a man with a story......

Perhaps Yulia saw what he was thinking, and casually told him the "secret recipe" in alchemy terms, and in the old man's even more stunned expression, she just picked out a few alchemy raw materials that were not unusual, saying that they were the reward and left. This process is also completely confusing to see Oran.

And today I saw this old man again, his rickety figure was still lying on the operating table and dancing with the big jar of things, Orlan sniffed the air, and there was a vague scent of orchids.

"Excuse me, has the red-haired lady ever been here?" Orlan spoke, glancing around every corner, except that there seemed to be a fine layer of dust on the tables and chairs, while the floor was relatively clean and tidy.

"Young man, you're talking about the girl who came with you that day. She's in the backyard...... She waited for you for a long time. The old man didn't turn around.

"Well, thank you."

But just as Orlan walked through the alchemy room and was about to open the wooden door, the old man spoke again.

"Wait, young man. Probably...... Maybe I'm too old, and I've been forgetting things lately, oh! I remembered that the girl was gone. Yes, before leaving, she told me that you must hurry up and meet her when you come, and she is just across the street from which you came, didn't you see her? ”

The old man turned, and Orlan finally saw what he looked like, and he was not wrong. But the old man's expression had changed dramatically from that day, and he was so tired and old that he could barely stand on his feet.

The corners of his eyebrows seemed to have a freshly healed scar, and a small piece of gray brow was missing. It may have been left about three weeks ago, but when I met the old man a few days ago, he didn't have this symptom. It can be a potion that can make the wound heal so quickly, after all, the old man is an alchemist, and of course it may be a divine art.

"Let's go, lad. It's not good to make the girl wait...... Don't let your beloved girl wait......" The old man looked away from his cloudy gaze and sat down on the chair tremblingly. Urging Orlan to leave, as if remembering a lot of the past, he lowered his head and muttered to himself.

"Thank you." Orlan didn't say anything more, he turned to leave, and then closed the wooden door of the alchemy house. But Orlan didn't continue to walk, he stopped in front of the wooden door, could he be hesitating about something?

……

A violent explosion completely shattered the tranquility of this deep alley, and it also caught people off guard.

The wooden goalkeeper who was blown to pieces "pressed" Orlan underneath, and Orlan was shocked by the sudden impact, and his head was dizzy. Because the explosion was so close to him, on the other side of the door.

But in terms of Orlan's physical fitness, this level of damage only made him feel uncomfortable, but Orlan didn't seem to want to get up.

Orlan finally understood why the old man was scared like that that day, it turned out that the power was indeed big enough, big enough to bombard the old man and his alchemy house into the sky. The scope of the explosion didn't even hurt the neighboring houses too much, and even Orlan wouldn't have been so badly affected if he had taken a few more steps.

He lay on the ground and laughed, laughing out loud. Somehow, he suddenly felt an indescribable emotion rush over him. He had never been like this before, and he had always watched those lives look like smoke in front of him.

He had seen refugees dying of starvation displaced by war begging for food in front of him, vicious robbers riding horses and wielding knives to cut through living flesh, struggling to be dragged up branches by ropes around their necks, stripped naked and thrown into the bandit heap with their bare butts.

Too many lives that have nothing to do with him are like a fish that has jumped ashore struggling to foam, and he has never thought about putting the fish back in the water, or roasting the fish and eating it...... He just walked over like a bystander.

But Lillian's words still hovered in his ears, especially now, seeing the old man blow himself up.

Oran was laughing at himself.

In the midst of the ruins, a figure in ragged clothes, even charred, staggered to its feet, roaring hoarsely like a terrible demon crawling out of hell, but the demon actually cast a white-gold divine radiance, it was incredible! The charred black appearance of the demon bathed in the holy light actually fell off one after another.

It was the guy Orlan recognized, even without his hair, eyebrows, and eyelashes. Bald with a bald head shining in the light!

"I, I want, kill you!" The bald head, fully recovered, yelled angrily at Oran.

"Shouldn't that be my line?"

Disappear...... The bald head watched Orlan disappear...... He looked up.

Boom - bang!

All of this was shattered in front of me.