The kind sisters brought him some food, and the man repaid him by saying that he would help them make gold and help them get out of the slum if they brought the appropriate materials.

"Are you sure he's really an alchemist?"

I watched my sister and sister nod their heads firmly, and became even more curious. As far as I know, this slum is a mix of mermaids, all kinds of dogs and cats are gathered here, and I have seen more than 100 people who claim to be alchemists, but they are just a bunch of charlatans.

"I think he must be real, because we've seen him refine gold from the only materials he has."

My sister said they still had the gold, so I asked them to take me to see it. After seeing something, I basically determined the true identity of this person. It seems that this time they really met the real thing.

Gold is pure gold, mixed with a hint of white vein, which is actually salt. According to common sense, of course, it is impossible to have salt in gold, but this happens to be the proof that alchemists have refined it.

However, it seems that he has not yet had time to purify, and after purification, the white lines should be much less. But this has nothing to do with the phone, the process of refining is just a breeze for those who can alchemize.

"Then you're sick this time, why don't you let him treat you?"

When my sister heard me ask, her eyes couldn't help but turn red, and she said in a low and hoarse voice, "Because ...... The other day, he didn't know why...... Dead. ”

I was stunned for a moment, and then looked at my sister's sad look, and I couldn't help but understand everything. A few days ago, it was the time of the slums, and if people found dead bodies hidden in their homes, it would be a big deal.

Although the strict investigation period has passed, after all, it is better not to spread this kind of thing, it is a matter of human life, once something happens, the two sisters can't afford it at all.

“…… Woo, sir, please believe us, his death really has nothing to do with us, and we don't know what happened......"

Seeing her sister kneeling on the ground and crying, her sister also had red eyes and cried. I patted her on the shoulder as a comforting gesture. Tell her that if she doesn't explain, I won't suspect them.

How could such a pair of sisters, who look harmless to humans and animals, do something that kills people? But the way this person died looked really bizarre. His bones had been burned by his sisters, and only the package remained.

I took a general look, and they were all tools for alchemy, and it was useless to leave them for them, so as a price for taking the things away, I helped them refine the gold that had not yet been purified and handed it to them.

I think if it goes well, this amount of gold should be enough for them to leave the slums and live a normal life.

- Until this point, I had thought that I was doing just an ordinary act of kindness, but when I returned home and opened the package and found a notebook that was so old that the paper was yellowed, I realized that this man had an extraordinary identity.

The book contains a record of his own miraculous experiences and his research on alchemy over the years. However, these stories are no strangers to me, and some relevant knowledge clearly emerges in the ocean of memory.

Because, I have seen these things in the materials left behind after the death of my teacher, but I have read fragments, and even some parts that should be noted in detail have been brushed aside, like the introduction of a book.

This is not normal, it is obvious that it is not the original, and the teacher also said that the book in his hand is probably not the main story. However, for me, if I want to move up to a higher level at this stage, the complete contents of this fragment are essential.

The teacher got some inspiration from the fragment, but because it was a fragment after all, he was not able to overcome the bottleneck. So you can see how excited I was when I found the complete version of this precious fragment.

So in the next few days, I simply took off the door number and cumbered the door of the grocery store. Anyway, there are not many customers on weekdays, and it won't make any difference if the store is closed for a while.

I sat in my own room, which was almost full of space when I was lying alone, and I read the documents left by the mysterious man almost without sleep or food, but as I read down, I also discovered a shocking secret. And this secret is hidden in the passage of his historical analysis of alchemy.

He analyzes it from a unique perspective by linking the Child of Destiny with the torrent of history. And this is the part I need to see the most, and it is also not recorded in the ancient documents left by the teacher.

By the way, a child of destiny refers to a person who pursues his or her own destiny. People who have no knowledge of alchemy may only feel at a loss, then they can understand it as all people in the world. Because everyone is actually burdened with a destiny.

Although if people who don't know see this paragraph I wrote, they will think that I am suspected of speaking wildly, or even think that I am a complete madman, I also think that it is understandable.

However, I still have no intention of changing my mind after reading the full version of the fragment. That is, if anyone can solve the mystery, they may see the world as it really is. For this kind of existence, we humans have a collective name, and that is God.

In order to make it easier for those who read this book, I have attached a paragraph of the original text. If you can see the ingenuity in it as much as I do, even if you are not an alchemist, it means that you already have some kind of qualification, at least a truly ordinary person cannot see the mystery.

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Seeing this, Xie Yunhe found that the sky was already slightly bright, and the bonfire in front of him had been extinguished at some point, leaving only a piece of black charcoal. Ming Lei hadn't woken up yet, he seemed to be really tired, and his sleeping face looked very tired.

Xie Yunhe thought about it carefully, and thought to himself that it was still safe here anyway, so it was better to stay here before reading this book. He was going to get some sleep first, and when he woke up, if nothing had happened, he was ready to continue reading.

With one hand on his chest, Xie Yunhe felt his strong heartbeat, not because of nervousness, but because of excitement and excitement. Although there was no Kerr here, there was no one to answer his questions.

But his instincts told him that this book was very important to him, and perhaps he would gain a lot after reading it. Almost every word recorded in the book brought him this magical feeling.

Because of alchemy, he is very familiar with this term, or rather, among modern young people, he simply does not believe that there are people who do not know the existence of alchemy.

However, if you want to ask if anyone will take alchemy seriously, then it is pitiful, in fact, Xie Yunhe himself does not believe in alchemy. However, after reading this book, Xie Yunhe began to change his mind a little.

Because if you think about it, if alchemy is a science made of lies, why is it so terrifying? You must know that there are more than 7 billion people on the earth, and alchemy is almost an existence that everyone knows.

What I once took for granted, when I think about it, I realize that it seems to be full of miracles. He was desperate to know all this, to know the secrets within.

Because, perhaps, the secret of this island of death is also in it. After Xie Yunhe woke up again from supplementary sleep, he found that Ming Lei had also woken up, and time returned to night again. Ming Lei is very vigilant.

Although he had said that the place was safe, he had been on high alert since the bonfire was lit, and seemed to be full of taboo against the brute. But the monster called the barbarian ghost is indeed a terrifying existence worthy of such a taboo.

Seeing that Xie Yunhe woke up, Ming Lei also smiled and chatted with him, and the latter took out some fast food and ate it together, and after replenishing his strength, Xie Yunhe and Ming Lei chatted about their own affairs.

After chatting, Xie Yunhe learned that Ming Lei was originally the president of a financial company outside. He seemed to be able to understand Ming Lei's mood. Because Ming Lei doesn't even seem to know why he entered the island of death.

In the outside world, Ming Lei is obviously a winner in life, completely different from a person with a poor status like himself, one day and one place. Maybe he Xie Yunhe was born into a wealthy family, but Ming Lei is much more comfortable than himself.

At around ten o'clock in the evening, Ming Lei fell asleep on time, and Xie Yunhe took the initiative to take on the task of keeping watch at night. Of course, the sentry was just an excuse, and he was just using this solitary place to continue studying. Ming Lei seems to have seen the content of this.

But he said that he was not interested after only one or two photos, and did not continue to read them. Xie Yunhe more or less guessed this, because after chatting, Xie Yunhe found that Ming Lei was an extremely unimaginative guy.

It is undeniable that he is very smart, clear-headed, organized, and very thoughtful, coupled with fast thinking and strong judgment. Xie Yunhe admired him a lot, and he had a deeper understanding of the sentence that capable people will naturally succeed.

However, this has nothing to do with this book. There is a saying that if a person does not have imagination, then he cannot really understand the word ignorance. Xie Yunhe felt that compared to Ming Lei, he was a complete loser in life.

However, in front of this magical book, the identities of the two people are different, if it shows that Lei is a stone without flaws but without life, then he Xie Yunhe is like a sponge. He tried his best to absorb all the knowledge that seeped into his body, and he had a strong desire to learn.

By the light of the bonfire that burned half of his face, Xie Yunhe curled up against the stone wall, and once again continued the pages of the previous book and read carefully.

In this day and age, alchemy has no practical significance, and modern physics and chemistry have overthrown this mystical discipline. More often than not, alchemy comes into play on an artistic level. It is a cash cow for countless writers and directors.

But in the 12th ~ 3rd century, the heyday of alchemy, this was not a science that approached religion and mystery. In other words, at that time, alchemists were extremely reluctant to misunderstand alchemy in this way.

So what exactly is alchemy? Is there an exact statement?

Some say it is the language of God; Some say it's a philosophy; Some people say that life itself is a kind of alchemy; Some people say that alchemy is ancient chemistry. Although there are many theories, no one has yet been able to make a definitive summary that most people can understand alchemy.