Since the Midsummer Festival, Duchamp has developed the habit of looking at the character panel almost every day. His various physical attributes were growing rapidly, and for a while, it seemed that he had returned to the days when he first arrived on the Semriya continent, and he was eating and sleeping all the time.

Qiyao's power rushed into his body, and he was not only full of attributes, but also various real abilities such as attack and defense. Although he longed for the legendary "entry", he never expected that happiness would come so violently, and even made him feel a little panicked, and thought of a word on earth: going mad.

He asked Guo Fang what he was doing when he broke through the fifth order.

Fang pondered for a while and told him that during that time, he was desperately trying to improve his and Qiyao's induction power, and through the traction of exercise, he transformed the sensed Qiyao's power into a part of his strength.

Induction, Duchamp didn't need it at all, his recent increase in strength even made him feel a little disordered.

Maybe that's the perk of being perfect?

But it's not entirely a good thing.

Duchamp found that if he couldn't smoothly settle the relationship between Qiyao, most of his newly added strength would be canceled out by two, thus greatly reducing his strength.

There must be some way to make fire and water compatible at the same time.

He was racing against time every day to think of a solution, and finally, he had a flash of inspiration and ran to the mystery class of the mysterious teacher, Lady Helen, hoping to get some inspiration.

Today, Ms. Helen, Ms. Helen, has changed the color of her hat to gray compared to the last time, but her skirt has changed to black again. It seems that she is very attached to these two colors.

Duchamp looked left and right, and there were only about 20 students in the whole school, most of whom were girls who were interested in astrology, and the little girl named Aisha in the class was among them. As an elective course, Ms. Helen's teaching is also very casual, and the students will talk about whatever questions they ask. Since there were no textbooks, this was also the only course in which Duchamp had to take notes.

"Oh, that little boy, are you finally in my class?" Ms. Helen's memory is amazing, she recognizes Duchamp at a glance, and a smile on her face shows that she knows everything under control.

"I've long seen that you need my knowledge as a guide to your doubts, haven't you?"

Duchamp was taken aback, and he nodded earnestly.

"I have long seen that you are a gifted person, so you should listen carefully." After Ms. Helen's greetings, she announced in a loud voice: "Today I will tell a story about the history of medieval alchemy. ”

"The Middle Ages, it was a time of madness. In my hometown of Benastone, there was a madman named Vincent who once tried to build a flying machine and fly to the moon because he thought there was a castle of goddesses on the moon.

In order to power the aircraft, he attempted to discover the Radiant Veins beneath Benastone. The Shine Vein is a stream of energy that flows beneath the earth, and it is silent and stable in everyday life, but once it is channeled out, it is likely to cause an earthquake.

His misconduct triggered a massive earthquake in Benastone, which collapsed many houses. The enraged crowd called him the blasphemous Dark Wizard and burned him to death by tying him to a pillar of fire, even smashing the flying machine he had made.

Now, of course, such a person can be called a pioneer of science, and if you go to Benastone, you can see the ruins of the transmitter tower he built. As for the aircraft he built, it is said that the construction is ......"

Duchamp listened only to this passage and was deeply interested in the history of medieval alchemy told by Lady Helen. What intrigued him even more was why these things were not recorded in the official historical records.

In class, he brought this question up.

"Oh, that's a very interesting, mysterious topic, but I don't know the answer."

This question was evident to Miss Helen's heart, and she replied with a fluttering eyebrow.

"Although it is the Middle Ages, it is only three to five hundred years ago, and it stands to reason that it is not a problem to record these things closely in the Middle Ages, when alchemy was highly developed. A scholar named Istemia once recorded that the relationship between alchemists and witches, as well as the group of magicians, that existed in the Middle Ages, was incompatible, and that they all wanted to defeat each other and interfere with each other's development by their own big means, making it difficult for all the occult schools to pass on. ”

"Eastia had deduced that because of this mutual blow to them, which directly interfered with the normal order of Semria, they were no longer blessed by the goddess, and thus gradually declined. This man is very remarkable, he has many mysterious insights, but because there are too many leaks, his writings are listed as **, and they were burned in the Middle Ages. ”

"Istmia is said to be a great magician, but his life is equally mysterious, some say that he created a branch of magicians, who were ignorant of the world and focused on learning, calling himself a scholar, who was subject to much less interference from the law, and others who were cursed to die of weakness day by day because he had spied into the heavens. Knowing that his books would be burned when he was still alive, Istmia used his wits to create a way of recording without such interference. ”

"What kind of record is that?" Duchamp asked with deep interest.

"It is a notebook written on special paper with alchemical potions, and when the scholar is old, it is also the time when his knowledge has accumulated the most, and he pours his wisdom into this notebook, so that this knowledge can be passed on to the next generation, called scholar's notes, or wise men's notes." Ms. Helen said with a smile on her eyebrows.

"Ms. Helen, do you have any notes like this that you can show off?" Duchamp looked pleasantly surprised, and pursued the knowledge that was about to arrive.

"Oh, each of these precious scholar's notes is priceless, and generally speaking, scholars pass it on to their students or gifted descendants, who will hide them for the rest of their lives, and then write down their newly acquired knowledge when they die, and pass it on. Every scholar's notebook is a precious inheritance, who will take these things out and share them, unless the inheritance has been severed and no one knows the treasure, it will be occasionally circulated. In my lifetime, I would also like to have a scholar's notebook, which will bring us great spiritual wealth. Ms. Helen stretched out her hands, as if embracing the wealth of knowledge that was not in the air.

After saying all these secrets in one breath, she clapped her hands, "Alright, this is the end of the medieval occult, take a ten-minute break, and then move on to the astrology class, in which we will continue to talk about the star chart and its hidden magic." ”

Taking advantage of the end of class, Duchamp quietly leaned over to the podium and asked, "Teacher, these secrets and knowledge are extremely precious, why would you be willing to come to this kind of engineering school where everyone doesn't believe in these mysterious knowledge very much?" ”

Ms. Helen mischievously said, "Oh, no, this is the best podium, you see, there are dozens of students in every class." If you go out on the street, people will think you're crazy, throw rocks at you, and maybe put you in an insane asylum. Speaking of which, I have to thank Dr. Schmidt for allowing me to teach, and without his grace I might have had to find a group of children in the street who begged for food, and then give them gold coins in exchange for them to listen to me. ”

Another student quietly leaned over and asked, "Lady Helen, which of the magicians, alchemists, witches, or scholars does your lineage originate?" ”

Lady Helen stroked her beloved purple curls and said proudly, "Thank goodness my ancestors did not join any of them, so that they were able to preserve their complete minds and enough wisdom to pass on our precious heritage from generation to generation. We are astrologers, studying the celestial phenomena and the course of the universe, and are not interested in these human struggles for power. Remember, children, everything in the world is ephemeral and vain, only the stars and the sun are eternal, and all the mysteries of the world are hidden in the starry sky. ”