Chapter 34: The Sages of the Past

After learning from Zhang Shen's mouth that the appointed day and the land were refined, the mouths of Roy and the others turned into an "O" shape.

"Liar, deceit......" Alphonse couldn't believe that there was such a terrible thing in this world, and was stunned for a long time, and spit out a few words.

The others, Edward, Roy, Lisa, and Alex, had the heart to refute the doubts, but their intuition told them that what Zhang said was true...... The hall fell into a dead silence.

Even Scar, who hated the military government of Amistolis and even the country, could not be happy at all to hear the news! Destroying entire nations, using hundreds of millions of lives as alchemical material? This...... It's the devil!

"It must be stopped!! We have to stop this terrible thing from happening!! Edward clenched his fists, and the right arm of the machine made a screeching grinding sound.

"This is already about the survival of the whole country, and we need to mobilize more forces." Lisa calmed herself down with great control, but didn't notice that her body was trembling slightly, "It's not just a fight for us alone. ”

Alex's bald head stood on end, and his expression was unprecedentedly serious: "I want to inform Olivia of this news as soon as possible (Olivia Mira Armstrong, Alex's sister, the eldest daughter of the Armstrong family, who has been guarding the northern Brix fortress for many years, major general, known as the 'northern wall of Briguz'), so that more neutral military generals will stand on our side!" ”

"Do you have any proof?" Scar poured cold water on him.

"Maybe we can do this......"

Standing here, he was worthy of being an elite of Amestolis, and after the shock, he immediately suppressed all kinds of thoughts and began to think about countermeasures.

Several people, including the Elric brothers, were discussing enthusiastically, hoping to contribute their part, but Roy Mastam was in a daze, not saying a word.

"Colonel, what do you think?" Alex and the others had a heated discussion, but no one could convince anyone, and then habitually turned his gaze to Roy Mastan.

The latter was awakened, and his dazed eyes were focused again, falling on Zhang Shen's face: "Zhang, can I ask you a few questions?" ”

"I know everything."

"Is it only the 'Father-sama' and the seven androids who are secretly plotting the conspiracy of the Territorial Refining Array?"

"Yes."

"What kind of existence is 'Father-sama'?"

"A monster inadvertently created by the royal family of an ancient kingdom in order to live forever."

"What is the start time of the appointed day?"

"On the third day of the next month, the possibility of change is not ruled out."

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The two of them asked and answered, a hammer in the east and a mallet in the west, which were mixed with some questions that sounded inexplicable. However, as the answers to one question after another came out of Zhang Shen's mouth, Roy's eyes became brighter and brighter, and an indescribable temperament quietly spread.

A reassuring temperament.

……………… Divide............ Cut............ Line..................

Time flies, in the blink of an eye, and it's two days later.

The villain side and Roy's side in the flask were busy, but Zhang was completely idle.

For two days, he soaked in the library during the day, and when he was tired of reading, he ran to the restaurant and shop to taste exotic food.

In the evening of that day, when Zhang Shen was savoring a dark dish called "Looking Up at the Starry Sky", suddenly, his eyes lit up, he sighed lightly, threw down the money, and left in a hurry.

Hohenheim looked at the city with a somewhat familiar appearance in the unfamiliar, feeling the hustle and bustle of the long-lost one, and a touch of vicissitudes could not help but appear on his resolute face.

Calculating the time, I haven't been back to Central City for decades.

Ten years of vicissitudes, decades of vicissitudes, today's central city has long changed greatly, only a vague outline remains.

The pedestrians on the road looked at this middle-aged man in a trench coat full of the charm of a mature man standing on the side of the road and looking around, for no reason, and they had a sense of sadness and kinship in their hearts.

"Yo."

A sudden shout in his ears brought Hohenheim back to his senses, and when he turned his head, he saw a young man greeting him with a grin, one hand in his pocket, very familiar.

Hohenheim was puzzled and couldn't help but sigh that his alertness had dropped to such a level, and someone approached him without noticing at all, could it be that it was really the last time?

"Who are you?" Hohenheim behaved quite politely and gentlemanly.

"Zhang Shen. Or rather, the anonymous disciple of the Great Grandmaster. ”

The three words "Grand Master" were clearly and honestly said in Qing Chinese, instantly evoking the old memories of Hohenheim, and pictures poured out from the depths of his memory, wandering like a horse watching flowers, allowing him to relive the turbulent years of that year.

"The Grand Master asked me to say hello to you on his behalf." Zhang Shen regarded himself as a junior in front of the Great Grandmaster, von Hohenheim was a peer of the Great Grandmaster, and Zhang Shen also upheld the posture of a junior.

"He, is he okay?" Hohenheim's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a memoranistic expression, and his tone was a little gloomy, like the twilight sun, although it still shines brightly, but it has lost its temperature.

"Grand Master, he's a very good old man. Mr. Hohenheim, your body? Hohenheim felt that something was wrong with him, and Zhang Shen couldn't help but secretly sense it, and sure enough, he found a problem.

His body exuded a faint corpse aura!

His soul is almost completely occupied by the aura of decay, and he is about to "die of old age"!!

Hohenheim noticed Zhang Shen's small movements, smiled slightly, and didn't care: "I'm really sorry that you found out." That's right, my days are running out, and my life is coming to an end. ”

In the face of death, especially knowing the time of the end of life, watching life pass gradually, and still maintaining an optimistic and open-minded attitude in this situation, this kind of person, regardless of each other's position, is worthy of admiration!

For the handsome man in front of him, Zhang Shen was in awe.

"Let's find a place to talk slowly, it's too conspicuous here." Waving his hand to interrupt Zhang Shenwei's words, Hohenheim smiled, "I'm also very interested in the situation of the Great Grandmaster's old friend. ”

Zhang Shen found a two-story restaurant, and the two chatted while drinking coffee, most of the time Hohenheim was asking, and Zhang Shen answered.

"Did you come to Amestories on a study tour?" Hohenheim remembered that the alchemists of the Qing Kingdom had such a habit that when the accumulation of theoretical knowledge reached a certain level, they would run around the world, which was called a study tour.

"Pretty much." Zhang Shen originally wanted to say something about the Seven Deadly Sins, but when the words came to his lips, he suddenly became something else, and inexplicably chose to conceal it.

Von Hohenheim's old monster who has lived for hundreds of years, how vicious his eyes are, he naturally saw that Zhang's words were insincere, but he didn't ask more. An old man who even sees death so lightly, where does he have so much curiosity.

"Are brothers Edward Elric and Alphonse Elric your heirs?" Zhang Shen changed the subject. The Edward brothers were not familiar with him, and of course they never told him about their private affairs, but after Zhang met Hohenheim, he found that the three of them had a common atmosphere.

The breath of blood.

Modern science and technology have long proved that "dripping blood to recognize relatives" is nonsense, but in the perspective of Zhang Shen's spiritual power, the aura exuded by people who are related by blood has something in common.

Hohenheim's expression froze, and a trace of bitterness crossed his deep eyes.

It was difficult for the Qing officials to decide on family affairs, so Zhang Shen resolutely shut up and stopped mentioning this matter.

Von Hohenheim is known as the Hornheim of light, and the alchemy world of the Qing Kingdom is even called the sage of the West, and his achievements in alchemy have long reached a point where ordinary people are difficult to reach.

A grandmaster-level existence like Hohenheim is not a narrow-minded person, and he replied very seriously one by one, which benefited Zhang Shen a lot.

It wasn't until he finished talking about all the problems accumulated during this time that Zhang Shen realized that the lights were already bright outside the window.

"I'm sorry to delay you for so long. Thank you very much for your guidance. Zhang Shen was ashamed and grateful, and he was unprecedentedly lucky to meet two gentle elders one after another.

Hohenheim smiled and waved his hand, his face full of emotion: "I am also surprised that you have such a high attainment in alchemy. We old guys are completely outdated, and this era is yours. ”

Seeing that tall figure gradually disappear into the crowd, Zhang Shen stood for a moment, suddenly let out an inexplicable long sigh, and then disappeared into the flow of people.

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Zhang Shen was able to sense the appearance of von Hohenheim because the Grand Master "simulated" the aura of Hohenheim for him.

In addition to Zhang Shen, there are also people in Central City who are also aware of Hohenheim's existence.

The villain in the flask.

The relationship between the two is a bit ...... Disorderly.

Hohenheim was originally just a slave, with no name, only one number - number 23. However, it may be that his genes are stronger, and the villain in the flask that was created actually remembered his "taste".

In order to repay the kindness of slave No. 23 at that time, the villain in the flask named him von Hohenheim, and also taught him writing and alchemy, creating the future sage of the West and the Hohenheim of light.

Question: Who is the father and who is the son?

Ahem, in short, the relationship between the two is a little chaotic......

As a "blood relative" of Hohenheim (?) Coupled with its own special way of existence, the former enters a certain range, and the villain in the flask also senses his existence.

And then...... Go to the door.

Hohenheim found a place to settle down and rest.

Not long after he lay down, he suddenly opened his eyes.

In the dimly lit room, a dark shadow came into view.

[PS: Personally, I think the foreshadowing is over, I want to speed up the plot and strive to end this world in ten chapters]