On the first day of school, there was no special arrangement for the War College, which was mainly focused on familiarizing yourself with the surrounding environment and future courses.

Because he had to develop magical equipment for the military department, Mick was specially approved not to live in the school, but he could not be absent from morning exercises and evening classes. So, after a quick meeting with his classmates, he slipped out of school.

In Alexander's private meeting room, Mick was half-lying on a comfortable sofa, not knowing what he was thinking, and the coffee beside him had become cold.

After Alexander finished processing a few papers, he saw that Mick looked preoccupied, and asked with a smile, "What's wrong?

Mick shook his head: "No, I just didn't expect that although there are only five people in this senior combat command department, except for me, everyone's background is not small." ”

"So you're thinking about this," Alexander explained, "the Department of Advanced Operational Command is the most important department of the Imperial War College, and there is no one.

Everyone who graduates from here will be entrusted with important tasks by the Imperial Army in the future, and the most disadvantaged will be the senior operational staff officer of the Military Department, which will directly affect the major military decisions of the Empire.

So, don't look at these classmates who haven't made a name for themselves yet, but in the near future, they will all become important players in the imperial military system. ”

After listening to Alexander's explanation, Mick slowly sat up and looked thoughtfully out the window.

When Alexander saw him like this, he couldn't help but ask, "What do you think?"

Mick shook his head, "Can you get the information of my classmates?"

As if he had known that Mick would say this, Alexander snapped his fingers, pulled open the desk drawer, pulled out four file bags and threw them on the desk.

Mick was stunned and surprised, "You're already ready?"

"You're not the only smart person in this world. Alexander said meaningfully.

Mick picked up the materials on the table, carefully studied the background of each person, and would delve into all the details, not letting go of any place that could be used, and it took a full two hours to read the thin four-point information.

"What do you think?" Alexander asked curiously.

Mick tapped lightly on the file bag in his hand, frowned and thought for a long time, and finally pulled out one of the documents, and said to Alexander: "He has a sister who lives in Maltis, maybe it is a breakthrough. ”

"What do you want to do?"

Mick pulled out a vial from his bosom, which contained a dark red magic potion.

"I want her to add a drop of this special spice to her meals every day. ”

Alexander shook his head and said, "Poisoning is too risky, be careful of self-defeating." ”

Mick smiled, "Don't worry, I'm measured." I'm not trying to hurt anyone, and it's not poison. ”

Alexander took the potion handed by Mick, frowned and hesitated for a while, and finally nodded: "Okay, then let's see what special effects the potion you have refined." ”

"My creation will not disappoint you," Mick smiled, grim.

After exiting Alexander's reception room, Mick hurried back to the gold and dreams. As soon as he returned, he couldn't wait to rush into the laboratory.

During last night's battle, his Blackwood wand was slashed by Enlucia's sword, which not only deprived him of the ability to cast magic, but also made him realize how foolish it was to rely on a fragile piece of magical equipment to fight in the crisis-ridden Maltiss.

There are all kinds of accidents in the battle, and in his current situation, as long as there is a slight problem with the equipment, he will lose all combat capabilities.

You can't expect that inexplicable Divine Eye to come forward every time, not to mention that using the Divine Eye will not only pay a huge price, but he is now in Maltis, the lair of the Church of Light, as long as he shows a little bit of hindsight, he may be targeted by the church.

Thinking of everything that happened last night, Mick was in a cold sweat again. It's too dangerous.

But fortunately, last night was not all for nothing. On the contrary, Mick's harvest far exceeded his expectations.

He didn't expect that the elven killer Enlucia turned out to be an alchemy work, and the magical transformation of the living body opened a new alchemy door for Mick.

Since gaining divine power, Mick's strength has always been restricted by his fragile body, and perhaps he can solve this problem once and for all with the help of magic alchemy......

Mick carefully gathered his thoughts and walked to the test bench.

After a night of madness, Enlucia, who was already seriously injured, was already dying. Her delicate skin was covered with large patches of bruises, and her plump flesh was full of deep tooth marks.

Mick carried a bucket of water and poured it on Nlucia like an animal, washing away the filth that had grown stinking.

The sudden cold made the unconscious Enlucia shiver and wake up.

"Do you want to ...... What are you doing......" Enlucia asked weakly, her voice thick with exhaustion, and there was no resentment or protest to be heard.

But Mick knew that it was only because she was too weak and that she was still a long way from breaking her mental defenses.

Mick scrubbed Enlucia's right arm clean with fine sheepskin, then looked at the bones, muscles, and meridians hidden beneath the skin with an eye of insight.

He replied nonchalantly: "Aunt Enlucia, your value to me is not just as simple as venting, enjoy it, and then the nightmare begins." ”

As he spoke, Mick took out a series of vials, carefully proportioned the content of each magic ingredient, and then purified it with a trace amount of divine power.

Andrea was right, the ability to decompose and purify divine power was indeed a talent beyond the reach of other alchemists. With this ability, Mick can extract not only high-quality magical raw materials with high concentrations of pure raw materials, but also all kinds of strange essence raw materials from chaotic objects such as flowers and trees.

The abundance and variety of raw materials allowed Mick to experiment as he pleased, trying to realize all kinds of ideas in his head.

After more than half an hour of blending, Mick finally created a small cup of thick magic potion with a special fragrance, and the purity of the potion was enough to impress any magician.

Mick took out a knife, carefully smeared the blade with the potion, and slashed it down on Enlucia's right arm. The sharp blade instantly cut a deep, long cut in Enlucia's right arm, and bright red blood gushed out.

When the blood touched those thick potions, a high purple-cyan flame immediately ignited, and a burnt smell suddenly spread.

Enlucia screamed, the intense pain made her convuls, and dense beads of sweat instantly appeared on her body, she was firmly fixed on the test bench, unable to hide, and was directly fainted by the pain, and then woke up by the intense pain, and then was fainted by the pain, and so on.

The brutal trial and Enlucia's screams continued for three hours, and as the sun went down, Mick finally carefully slashed the final slash, and Enlucia's right arm was already red and swollen, and the flesh was blurred with blood.

But when Mick poured a bucket of water and carefully wiped away the excess blood, a delicate and complex magic circle appeared on Enlucia's right arm.