Alan spent an afternoon observing the whole process of alchemy, and then, as his temporary teacher, the dwarf Oliver irresponsibly threw over a few books and let Alan go back to study on his own, without the slightest gesture of teaching by word and deed.

However, Alan didn't care about this, and what he gave to Oliver before was only a spell scroll, which only recorded the core magic fluctuations and cultivation points of the summoning long sword, and there was no teaching by word and deed.

As for the alchemy table and activation table that Oliver was trying to promote, Alan only said to think about it, leaving Mr. Dwarf there to stare dryly.

It looks like his idea of using these two tools to knock Alan on the stroke is about to fail.

In fact, if there is no other choice, even if Oliver sells it expensively, Alan can only pinch his nose and admit it, otherwise he doesn't know other alchemists, but there is no way to get this special tool.

Who gave him any other way?

You know, the consultant he hired with five gold coins a month did not go on a trip, but returned to the location of the water tower, one of the five-color pagodas.

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Stretching out of the Golden Sea, there is a mysterious island, which is perennially filled with a thick mist.

Whenever a ship approached, the fog would suddenly come closer, and the ship would be left to eat!

Not only that, but in the ocean around the island, there are countless sea monsters wandering, as if something on the island is attracting them, all year round.

The pirates who live on the ocean call this place Devil's Island, and most of the pirates have a very clear understanding that all ships that are close to Devil's Island will not end well!

They are afraid of the devouring of Devil's Island, but they also yearn for the "wealth and power" contained in its countless mysteries, in the history of pirates, there are many pirate heroes who rushed into the fog with curiosity and longing for Devil's Island, and then stayed forever under the fog of history.

What the pirates don't know is that in the Devil's Island, which they fear and yearn for, there is a town where humans gather, but unlike ordinary towns, the inhabitants here have all kinds of magical means, and they are all mages.

The Water Tower, one of the Five Dharma Towers, this mage organization that has existed since the advent of magic, has always existed on this island, silently and silently.

The town is not affected by the dense fog outside, and even from the inside, there is no thick fog at all, only the blue sea comes into view.

There is a sea, and naturally there is a beach, and many young mages come here to relax in their spare time, either in groups or alone.

Aside from the mages here, the town is no different from the outside world, except for the magic tower in the center.

Towering into the sky, the tower is made entirely of blue stone, which is said to be stone, but it ripples like water in the sunlight, and sometimes even reflects the image of the town below, which is very magical.

At this time, the middle-aged mage who had been "missing" in Bay City for many days was walking in the shadow of the mage tower on the street, and the mages who passed by occasionally greeted him, which seemed quite polite, but most of them looked at Raphael with strange eyes, as if admiration and disdain.

Raphael seemed to be accustomed to this, and he walked to the door of the mage tower as usual, and then stepped into the mage tower after being inspected by the two mages guarding the door.

The first floor of the Mage Tower looks like a huge classroom, with countless tables and chairs, and a very high podium at the front, but it may be that the time is wrong, there are no "students" in the classroom now, only servants are cleaning with brooms.

"Hello Jorah, Ge Qi. Raphael greeted the two nearest servants.

"Hello Your Excellency Raphael. The servants returned the salute in a friendly manner, and unlike the mages outside, the eyes of these servants were pure, and there was no emotion other than admiration.

Raphael was able to sense the emotions of the people around him, so he was extremely polite to these servants, but to those colleagues outside the tower, he only greeted them out of politeness.

"Do you know where Elder Deresa is? I've got something to do with him. ”

The servant named Jorah pointed to the top of his head and replied, "Go up to the fourth floor, Lord Raphael, please." ”

"Okay, thank you Jorah. Raphael nodded in acknowledgement and walked up the stairs.

From the outside, the mage tower isn't too big except for its height, but it's only when you enter it that you realize that it's a cave.

The classroom on the first floor looks the size of a football field, and the stone staircase leading to the upper level is also wide enough to accommodate more than a dozen people walking side by side.

Walking up the stairs to the fourth floor, Raphael pushed open the wooden door at the top of the staircase, and a commotion followed.

"Bastard, you dead pig, don't touch my pot!"

"Amy, Amy, stop it, use the water chain, use the water chain!"

"Rosen, you idiot, how did you mess with this pig, look at how much trouble it made!"

"My pots, my pots, ah!"

“.....”

"What happened?"

Raphael looked up, then opened his mouth in shock.

It looked like a huge warehouse, with a soft glow from countless luminous stones overhead, and piles of grain and supplies neatly arranged below, so that no end could be seen.

However, in front of the warehouse, the black-haired and short-legged pig was running frantically around the food bag, several mages chasing after its ass and yelling, and an old mage crossed his waist and commanded in the back with a black face.

Without the mystery and nobility in the eyes of outsiders, the mages were panting at this time, and some even collapsed to the ground in fatigue halfway.

The black-haired pig is surprisingly strong, and occasionally bumps into the grain bag when it can't see the road clearly, and it will only break the grain bag, and then countless wheat in it swayes down, seemingly drowning the piglet, but in fact, it will break through the "encirclement" in the blink of an eye, and the mages have no time to react.

However, Raphael did not have long to watch before the farce came to an end, and a young mage panted and chanted a spell, and then saw a chain of water color shoot out of the mage's wide sleeve and wrap around the piglet.

The little pig struggled as hard as he could, but the water-colored chains were as strong as the real thing, and no matter how hard he struggled, he could not break free, and even tightened his grip.

The black-haired boar's snorting and chirping screams were irritating, but the old mage who commanded the group of mages breathed a sigh of relief, and then angrily stepped forward and kicked the black-haired short-legged pig several times: "You dead pig, stinky pig, I raised you in vain, is this how you repay me!

"My poor pot!"

The old mage's eyebrows were white, and his words were quite childish, but the other mages had long been surprised by this, and Raphael also sighed nostalgically: "Elder Deran is still so cute." ”

"Who?"

Although Raphael's voice was low, the mages heard the strangeness and looked at it.

"It's me. Raphael greeted them with a smile.

After seeing the people clearly, the mages let down their guard, and they also returned the salute one after another, looking polite and distant.

The old mage ignored Raphael's arrival, and after angrily kicking the black-haired pig several times, he walked to a clearing not far away, where countless shards of crystal glass were scattered all over the ground.

"This damn stupid pig!"

The mages looked at Elder Teresa in surprise, then at Raphael, and finally dragged the boar away, and when they passed by Raphael's side, the mages subconsciously avoided leaving in circles, as if avoiding the plague god.

The boar's cry faded away, and the old mage looked back as if he was attracted to it, and then he saw Raphael not far from the door and the mages who were hiding, and his face was swept away with sadness, and he laughed gloatingly: "Little Green, you are still so unpopular. ”

Raphael had a bitter look on his face, but it was fleeting. He didn't respond, but just met and seemed to say hello: "Good morning, Elder Derean." ”

As he spoke, he stepped forward and helped the old mage pick up the debris on the ground.

Shaoqing,

The debris was cleaned up, and the old mage carefully carried the pile of debris in his robe, and after pouring them into the drawer, he breathed a sigh of relief: "No, it's a big trouble to repair." ”

Shaking his head, the old mage took out a pipe out of nowhere and blew on it, and the tobacco burned spontaneously without fire.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling a large circle of white mist, the old mage looked at Raphael, who was sitting across the table: "Tell me, what are you coming back for this time? ”

Raphael's heavy mood since entering the island unconsciously dissipated, he smiled, and instead of answering immediately, he said to himself: "I met a mage on land, and he can also do this to you, without gestures and spells. ”

The old mage smacked his lips and said, "What's so strange about this, many old fellows can cast spells silently, with your talent, when you get older, it is estimated that you can also practice." ”

"Nope. Raphael shook his head: "He's young. ”

"Young, how young, beard not white?"

"He's not bearded yet. ”

"Oh, an old and unscrupulous one?"

"No, no, no, he's only seventeen. ”

Before he finished speaking, the old mage's cold palm was pressed against Raphael's forehead: "Little Green, are you sick? Let me see, your grandfather Delan studied medicine when he was young." ”

Raphael: "...."

After a lot of words, the old mage was convinced that Raphael was telling the truth and not nonsense, and then under the old mage's interested gaze, Raphael said: "That young apprentice is still a noble lord, and his territory is Bay City, because he plans to make magic items, so let me come back and help hire a few alchemists, not too high, just the entry level." ”

"How much money do you need for commissions?"

"One gold coin per month. ”

"Well, that's reasonable, I'll let you know later, and see which little one is interested in this. ”

"But the stars haven't been peaceful lately, and it will take a while to go. ”

"Tari has been strapped for money lately, and we can arrange for more apprentices. Well, does he only need an alchemy apprentice? It's not impossible for a formal alchemist, as long as the price is reasonable..."

The old mage slammed his pipe and said to himself, suddenly feeling that something was wrong, and the hand shaking the pipe couldn't help but stop: "What did you just say?"

"That lord is an apprentice?"

"Mage apprentice?"