When Duck was carried to the infirmary for treatment, a few blocks away, in a café at the Royal College of Doland, Dark's sister Riley was attending a small salon. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Presiding over this salon was Riley's teacher, West, the patriarch of the academy's alchemy department. This seventy-two-year-old great alchemist has reached the seventh level, can wear purple robes, is the treasure of the alchemy major of the academy, usually does not hold a teaching position, only on very important occasions such as the opening ceremony of the show down, if there is a lecture that day, it will definitely be an empty alley.

Today, however, the Great Alchemist sat in the third chair, one old and one young. The old man is the same age as West, his beard and hair are white, and he looks like he is sixty or seventy years old, unlike West, this old man is unkempt, his hair is scattered, and his clothes are neat, but unfortunately the top and bottom are not matched, with a blue robe on the top, and a pair of red bloomers on the bottom, and a pair of pointed multicolored mage shoes, at first glance I thought it was a clown who ran out of nowhere.

The young man next to him was in his early twenties, dressed in a crisp black tight-fitting narrow-sleeved hunting suit, his whole body was black, even his hair and eyes were dyed black, and it was the first time Riley had seen a guy so paranoid about black.

The old man is the legendary alchemist Nicholas, known as the hydra, and the young man is his son George. Nicholas is an old friend of Mr. West, who usually lives in seclusion, and this time he was invited by his teacher to come to the academy to guide alchemy experiments. According to his request, the college can choose four students to assist, which is a godsend.

The academy struggled with the quota of four people, and finally decided, according to the balance of origin and ability, so the final list was decided, they are:

A third-year student from a theological family, his father is Christian, the student council president of the Celestial Church.

Second-year student, Tarks, son of the Director of the General Taxation Department of Port Snell and Deputy Secretary General of the Student Union.

Richard McNon, a fourth-grader and second son of the president of the Hamilton Chamber of Commerce.

A third-grader, Riley, a female schoolboy from a civilian background.

The four of them participated in some of the experiments as assistants, and after three days of observation and practice, they benefited a lot, and were full of praise for the exquisite skills of the two alchemy masters, and the last day was arranged for a discussion.

It is a rare learning opportunity to be able to get close to a high-level alchemy master, but what is surprising is that Christian, as the vice president of the student association, actually asked for a leave of absence, and there were no other better candidates to fill the gap for a while, so he had to waste a place in vain, so the seven people who originally participated in the symposium became six.

Riley is of course convinced of her teacher and legendary alchemist Nicholas, but she doesn't have much affection for Nicholas' son George. Because this guy is really nobody, he basically didn't say a word for three days, and he looked arrogant to everyone.

Originally, there was an adventure between her brother and him, and she wanted to take the initiative to say hello, but the other party had a hard poker face from beginning to end, and she was a little unhappy when she refused to be thousands of miles away.

Generally speaking, the children of high-level alchemists, because of their deep family roots and strong relationships, are more or less arrogant and have no one in their eyes - until they meet someone who is even more blind than him, but this George is too dragging himself, isn't it? Even the teacher greeted him, and he looked like he was waiting to be ignored.

Now it's like this again, from the moment I entered the door, I stared at my coffee cup in a daze, without saying a word, and a flower grew out of it?

Aren't you just a second ancestor who relied on your father's prestige and connections to get mixed up to the eighth level? What's the big deal!

The two old alchemists didn't know about Riley's belly, and they talked happily, but they were bitter to the four students below with a respectful face, these days the pride of the sky is usually above the top, and always feel that although their knowledge is not the best in ancient and modern times, at least it is also the dragon and phoenix among people, but when they heard it, they found that most of the things that the two old men talked about did not understand!

Every sentence can be heard clearly, and the meaning of the words is understood, and they are connected, and they don't understand! Tuckers and Richard Mannon's faces were a little uncontrollable, and their buttocks writhed in their chairs.

Perhaps discovering the subtle emotions of the students, West said to Nicholas: "Brother, there is a lounge next to it, let's go and sit there, I want to talk to you about a few words, here, how about asking the young people to talk together?"

Nicholas slapped his hand and smiled, "Great, I just want to talk to you about something, so be it." George, I'll go out with your Uncle West, how about you talk to these classmates?"

George hummed calmly, nodded at Vistel, and continued to look at the cup of coffee. The two great alchemists went out, and he didn't even owe his ass when he got up.

Riley labeled him as uneducated again.

The three of them exchanged glances, all wanting to kill this guy's sharpness, and Tuckers spoke first: "George...... Sir, are you-"

George didn't raise his head, and interrupted him with a wave of his hand: "Shut up, come, look." ”

A layer of frost suddenly hung on Tuckers's face, who doesn't know the son of the chief of the tax department? Who dares to shout and drink like this? secretly determined that he must look good when this guy goes out, but curiosity also swells up at the same time: What is in this guy's cup?

The three of them leaned over together, only glanced at them, and exclaimed in unison!

On the surface of the calm coffee is the ring, and two coffee puppets the size of rice grains are fighting inside!

The one on the left, the color is stronger, the one on the right is lighter, one thick and one light, the two villains are in it to fight back and forth, a coffee ball is thrown here, a coffee shield is put on the side, and then the coffee wave hits the ground to fight back.

Three difficult swallows of saliva sounded.

George smiled faintly, picked up the coffee, drank it all, the ring, the fighter, and the fierce battle all disappeared into his mouth, and he nodded his finger towards the seat of the three: "Sit." ”

Waiting for the three of them to sit down, George said: "People are different, I think it is better to do some research when there is a time to usher in." ”

The three of them looked at each other, and Richard McNon said, "Can you take the liberty of asking, what kind of research are you engaged in now?"

"Slime. ”

Richard Manon and Tuckers seemed to have heard something funniest and wanted to laugh, but they didn't dare.

George, of course, saw the two laughing, and he continued: "Rodriguez did similar research, and before it came to fruition, he was burned at the stake. ”

Tux laughed, "How do you have the heart to study that evil alchemist?"

"Rather, he was a heretical alchemist, and he wanted to find a shortcut, but he was not accepted by the Church. ”

"You mean he's been wronged by the church?"

Listening to Tuckers's words, Riley chuckled in her heart: this guy is testing George's attitude!

George smiled faintly again and said, "When Rodriguez was young, he was well-read and knew twelve languages, including Southern Saquille, Far Eastern Vedic and so on, and at the age of thirty-four, he was appointed as Doland's ambassador to the Vedic Empire, and he did it for fifteen years. After leaving office, he returned to Doland, where he translated many Vedic texts. ”

Richard Manon couldn't help but ask, "These are well-documented facts, but what does it have to do with slimes?"

"The Vedas of the Far East have a mythological epic poem called the Vedas, which talks about the creation of the gods in it, which is very interesting. The gods of heaven divided the god of chaos, Borusha, and created the sun, moon, stars, and everything in the world. ”

Richard Manon shook his head with Tuckers, the Far East was too far away, and it had nothing to do with them, and as for unreliable myths and legends, they were not within the scope of investigation.

Riley exclaimed, "I know that story. ”

George smiled: "I know such a cold story, Miss Riley is really knowledgeable. ”

Riley was a little embarrassed: "I've just read the synopsis......"

There is a verse in it that says that the gods, after separating the gnats from Borusha, got tired and took a leave of work. The sun, moon and stars, gnats, snakes and insects, each according to its shape, no longer changes. ”

Riley had never heard this verse before, and she listened intently.

"What makes the gods feel tired must be very tedious and difficult, and the sun, moon and stars are much more troublesome than gnats, so I think there is only one thing that makes the gods excited to do and has to give up because of fatigue. ”

"What is it?"

"Divide Borusha infinitely until it can no longer be divided. In the end, what the gods get is the ether, the primordial factor of all matter. The ether is inseparable, so even the gods have to give up. So, what kind of creature can still retain its original characteristics after multiple divisions?"

The three people looked at each other: "Slime?"

"Correct. We shouldn't discriminate against slimes, and I've given it another name: the Fragment of Borusha. Or, it can be called an ether combination. To study it is to study the source of all things and to study the path of development of all things. ”