Chapter Twenty-Eight: A Famous Alchemist

In the central area of the Purple Sand Sculpture Island, there is a very famous alchemy and enchantment shop next to the Adventurer's Guild, and there is a constant stream of people coming in and out of this shop, and business seems to be very prosperous.

"It's been five years, and it's changed a lot here, and the old man can't remember the way. A white-bearded bald old man stood on the corner of the street, looking at the crowd in front of him, and then looked up at the alchemy enchantment shop not far away, his face full of joy.

The old man stood for a moment, then walked towards the alchemy shop, without paying much attention to him, and although the old man looked very old, he walked with a steady pace, his waist was straight, and the sound of the wooden staff in his hand hitting the stone floor was particularly loud.

"Senior, may I ask who you are ......" A young man standing at the door of the shop couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw this old man with such an extraordinary temperament.

"Oh, you're new here, aren't you? Hehe, take me to your store manager, and he'll tell you who I am. The old man replied with a smile, and the ruddy face matched his smile made her look very amiable.

"Well... Okay, I'll go... Ah no, please come this way with me. The young man did not dare to slack off, and although he still had many doubts in his heart, he still tried to be as polite as possible to the old man.

The old man followed the young man through the hall, past a metal door made of rare ingredients, and finally down a long corridor to a large room.

The door to the room was closed, and the door was made of obsidian mixed with some rare metals, and even if it encountered a seventh-order magic attack, it was believed that it would not cause any damage.

"Knock knock—" The young man knocked on the door a few times, then stood quietly in front of the door and waited quietly for a response from inside.

After half a minute, a scolding voice slowly came from inside the door: "Who is it, don't you know I'm busy?!"

"My lord, an old gentleman asks to see you!" said the young man.

"I'm not free, I'm busy making new alchemy, and I won't see who comes!"

"Hmph, I think this kid has itchy skin, and he needs to be taught a good lesson. The old man looked displeased, grabbed the wooden staff and walked forward, and without waiting for the young man on the side to say anything, he heard him say loudly: "[Decomposition of the finished product]!"

Immediately, the wooden staff gently struck the closed door, and a circle of purple light centered on the striking place set off a wave of light and shadow on the door.

"Senior, what are you doing ......" Before the young man finished speaking, he was stunned by the scene in front of him, only to see the thick door in front of him starting from the middle and gradually turning into purple liquid flowing on the ground, just a few seconds of effort, accompanied by a sound of running water, the entire obsidian door had no door.

The purple liquid gradually solidified into black obsidian, and the old man walked straight into the room with his cane.

"Who is so bold?" the voice sounded angry and panicked, and the old man walked in the direction from which the voice came, bypassing several lavish-looking alchemy test tables, past several dusty enchanted altars, and stopping at the side of a large bed.

"Division... Master?!When did you come back, why didn't you tell me in advance!" The greasy middle-aged man on the bed pulled up the quilt in a panic to cover his smooth body, and there was a slender elf next to him, he couldn't see the previous body, but the back exposed outside the quilt showed white and smooth skin, this elf buried his head in the pillow, although he couldn't see the expression, but from the red ear roots, he could see someone's embarrassment at the moment.

"Why, don't you welcome me back, old man? I haven't seen you for a long time and you have learned to create your own alchemy?" The old man said angrily on the side.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry master, I'm going to prepare a return dinner for you, and wash the dust for you!" The greasy man got up, hurriedly picked up his clothes and put them on beside him, then looked at the figure on the bed, and then looked at the old man standing next to the bed, nodded with a smile and ran out.

"Hmph, it's quite familiar. The old man leaned his crutch against the wall, and then rudely ripped off the white long-distance running on his body, showing his strong muscles under his long white beard, and his naked body threw himself on the bed like a hungry wolf, and his hands swam in the bed like a hunting python, but in this soft bed he seemed to touch a thick stick......

As night falls, the entire inhabited place on Sand Sculpture Island is lit up, and today there is a grand dinner on the island to be held in one of the most luxurious hotels in the city center, and many high-ranking mages, famous adventurers, and some famous power leaders on the island have received invitations, and the invitation letter explains that this dinner is to welcome the return of the alchemist Feral Wang, who has become famous in the middle of the Camila Middle Continent in recent years.

The name is very familiar to both the old inhabitants of the island and the new adventurers, Filar is a powerful alchemy enchanter, he is one of the first adventurers to land on the island, he has been skilled in alchemy for a long time, many years ago, he established an alchemy shop on the island, and then he learned a very high level of alchemy and enchantment skills by studying some strange magic pulses on the island, his reputation began to rise on the island, many residents came to worship him as a teacher, and his business is getting better and better, but five years ago, for some reason, he handed over the thriving shop to his protégé, and then quietly left the sand sculpture island to go to the mainland, and did not return to the island until today.

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

The bells echoed in the night sky, and the grand dinner began, and at the end of the long table in the tavern hall was naturally Feral Wang, and the many invitees on both sides of the long table kept saying compliments to Filar with their glasses.

His proud protégé, the current manager of the alchemy enchantment shop, was running back and forth to pour tea and water, his body was tightly wrapped in bandages, only the parts of his eyes were open and slit, and the bandaged hands were always trembling slightly when pouring tea, which made the guests on the side very embarrassed.

"Hey, Katos, when did you get hurt?" asked a customer as he turned to the bandaged shopkeeper.

"Whew, whew, what's the matter, I fell off the edge of the cliff when I was picking herbs before, and it will be fine after a while......" The shopkeeper finally squeezed out the words from the gap in the bandage.

"Come here, Katos, I have something to ask you. The old man sitting at the head suddenly beckoned, calling the shopkeeper's name and asking him to come over.

Although it was inconvenient to move with a bandage, the shopkeeper still endured the pain and stumbled over.

"My students are still on the island, aren't they?" asked Ferral.

"Yes......" Katos replied.

"Well, I have accepted a lot of disciples on my trip to the mainland this time, but I don't think their talents are high enough for the apprentices on this island, eh, by the way, I remember that there was a young man who came to audit before and his talent seemed to be good, but it was a pity that his magic control power has not been able to go up, and he has always stayed at the level of a fourth-order mage, otherwise I would have to accept him as an apprentice......"

"Master, you're talking about Qi Ling who set up a stall, he seems to have gone to the Kamila continent a week ago......"