It was a terrible day for Merlin Avery. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Although the tall silhouette of Broughfry College like a military fortress was long gone, it was not until the coachman rang the brass bell and the public caravan began to move forward with the creaking of wheels crushing the snow that Avery slowly exhaled, as if a large rock had just been removed from his chest, and he was indescribably relieved.

"It's a bit too risky to submit a research paper in an anonymous letter. The young apprentice wrapped his coarse cloth cloak tightly and curled himself into the corner of the carriage as much as he could, silently chewing on the bitterness of the complete failure of the plan.

"Tech Brick shouldn't have a reason to deceive me, which is exactly what he's always been up to...... The samples submitted with the research paper covered up some unverifiable theoretical speculations and successfully attracted the attention of the supervisors...... The only thing that miscalculated me was that the value of the sample was too great, and that Steven or some other tutor had not come up with enough research for too long to steal the stuff of an unknown apprentice......"

"The failure of the plan has wasted months of hard work, but it's not a complete failure, at least now that I have an excuse to leave the academy, it makes sense to flee incognito. Avery thought with some self-soothing, his fingers twitching unconsciously under the coarse cloth cloak, the occasional glimmer of blue light on his fingertips.

"After all, in the very closed environment of the academy, the secrets hidden in me are too easy to be discovered, and if I hide too much, I will be regarded as a mediocre talent with no future and give up. ”

It seemed that the wheels of the caravan had rolled into a stone, and the carriage shook violently, causing Avery to wake up from his thoughts. He took a few seconds to shake off the thoughts of frustration and regret, and then noticed that the caravan had come to a complete halt and a rough shout came from outside the car.

"I'm Conn Ruth, Sheriff I!" announced the man who stopped in front of the caravan, "On the orders of Viscount Hydra, the consul, every caravan leaving the town of Borshire must be inspected, whether private or public!"

The driver's hoarse and tired voice then sounded, "Show your badge, Your Excellency, or I won't allow you to board the car for inspection." After a few seconds of silence, the coachman spoke again, "Ladies and gentlemen, I have verified their identity badges, please be ready, Your Excellency Sheriff will board the car for inspection." ”

There was a slight commotion in the murky and stuffy carriage, many of the passengers showed disgruntled expressions, and some young men clenched their fists, but no one dared to speak ill of the sheriff. With the sound of heavy footsteps, the door of the caravan was slammed open, and the cold wind suddenly poured into the car, and a baby was awakened by the cold, and immediately began to cry.

The sheriff who boarded the car was a burly, male-looking middle-aged man with a pneumatic rifle in his hand, and the half-foot-long spike shimmered with a cold light that was colder than snow. He wore an untanned, strong, fishy bearskin coat and a pair of iron-gray eyes beneath a wide-brimmed hat. If it weren't for the sheriff's pentagonal silver tower insignia on his chest, he would be no different from a wilderness bandit.

The baby's cry clearly displeased him, his thick dark eyebrows furrowed tightly, and his vicious eyes followed the sound. The baby's mother, apparently frightened, hurriedly held the baby tightly in her arms and slapped it for comfort, so that the cry gradually subsided.

Sheriff Ruth's gaze turned away from the baby, scanning the dozen or so passengers in the carriage, and finally landing on a tall, thin young man. "You. He gestured rudely, "Show your ID!"

The tall and thin young man obviously had an unruly heart, but he did not have the strength to support it. Before being targeted by the sheriff, he clenched his fists and looked indignant, but when the sheriff made a gesture, he immediately shuddered, and hurriedly took out a metal sheet from his coat pocket and handed it over with both hands.

Metal flakes are relatively formal identification, and although the possibility of forgery cannot be completely eliminated, the creation of forgery requires at least an intermediate level of alchemy, which is not something that anyone can touch. With only a cursory glance, Ruth threw the sheet of metal back, his fierce gaze turning to the second traveler.

"You, ID!"

The second traveler muttered an inaudible curse and pulled out a crumpled sheepskin from his bosom, a form of identification usually issued by a village or town, which was not uncommon, but Ruth barely looked at it before turning his gaze to the next traveler.

"Boy, where's your ID?"

Merlin Avery forced himself to remain calm. "I wasn't recognized. He reassured himself inwardly, "Otherwise, there wouldn't be just one molten gold warrior who had just reached the intermediate level on board the caravan." ”

The senior apprentices of the Buffrey Academy must master both the primary alchemy and the primary cultivation technique, and Merlin Avery, who is the best among them, has an additional mastery of the primary alchemy technique, and if it can be skillfully applied together, even in front of the high-level molten warriors, he can be sure of escaping safely.

Sheriff Ruth's iron-gray eyes grew suspicious, but before he could see a deeper wariness in his eyes, Merlin Avery pulled out his ID card, a thin sheet of metal etched with the scales and measuring cup emblems, with a faint blue glow floating on its surface.

"Hmm, it's a high-level alchemy apprentice at Brunfry Academy?" Magistrate Ruth was stunned for a moment, his fingers lightly tapping on the top of the slice, triggering a sparkle of blue sparks, and then his expression and tone immediately softened, "Excuse me, please put it away." ”

Iverna took the metal sheet expressionlessly, stuffed it into his arms, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then lowered his gaze and pretended to doze off.

This ID was, of course, a forgery. Avery had a good level of alchemy, but he was still far from the intermediate level, but it was not too difficult to get a little special alloy solution from the technical chief and teachers in the big laboratory of Bluffrey College in the name of asking for advice.

Sheriff Ruth randomly checked the IDs of the two travelers, but there were no problems, or rather, none of them could find out who he was searching for. Dismayed by this result, Sheriff Ruth cursed twice, spat the black and yellow crumbs at his feet, and turned to walk out of the carriage.

If a cold wind hadn't happened to blow and lifted the corner of the driver's cold cloak, this inspection would obviously have passed safely. Sheriff Ruth looked rude, but his eyes were as sharp as a falcon, and the flickering metallic light under his cloak did not escape his sight.

Sheriff Ruth is experienced and resolute, without the slightest hesitation, raising his gun and aiming at lightning speed. But the coachman moved faster than him, and with a shrill whistle, the muzzle of the pneumatic rifle was suddenly flattened by an invisible force, and then the fire flickered, and the chamber and the compressed gas canister attached to it exploded in the hands of Sheriff Ruth.

Sheriff Ruth snorted and fell, his thick bearskin coat torn apart by invisible blades, blood pouring out, and his injuries almost fatal. He struggled to pull out a handful of metal particles and threw them into his mouth, the sound of chewing hard was clearly audible, and the muscles of the sheriff's body glowed with a metallic sheen, and the wound immediately stopped bleeding, twisting and contracting.

"Tsk, it's a blood bank. The coachman's voice was still hoarse and tired, but it brought a bit of coldness, "Count your fate, I don't have time to waste on a small character like you." ”

The second whistling came from outside the car, and Avery threw himself at the window, just in time to see another sheriff with his arms outstretched, perform an unsightly backflip, and then fall to the ground like a sack full of coarse wheat. The coachman swept past him, his cloak fluttering behind his shoulders, and from a distance it looked like a black vulture hovering close to the ground.

The coachman did not make it out, for there was a third sheriff, and this man was both timid and clever, and instead of standing side by side with his companions to stop the coachman from escaping, he jumped backwards and blew the bronze horn he was wearing.

The sharp and rapid sound of the horn resounded through the wilderness, and the figure of the coachman paused for a moment, then made a great arc and rushed back towards the sheriff who had blown the horn.

The sound of pneumatic rifle fire rang out, one from the hornman who knew he couldn't escape, and one from the dead sheriff, clasped tightly in the hands of Sheriff Ruth, who was still lying in the carriage bleeding from the carriage just now.

As an excellent apprentice at Blaufry Academy, Merlin Avery could tell that the burly sheriff was not only a junior molten gold warrior, but also possessed the ability to catalyze "red copper", which allowed his wounds to heal quickly and his blood to regenerate. This is also the origin of the nickname "blood bank".

The two pneumatic rifles fired at a constant speed, skillfully coordinated, and were more intent at blocking the driver's path than injuring him. It wasn't that the sheriffs were trying to show mercy, but that the buckshot couldn't get close to the driver's body at all, and when he was still a few meters away, it made a sharp and piercing sound and deviated.

"Repulsive Shield! The god of alchemy is above, and this coachman is at least a mentor-level molten gold warrior, and maybe he also has a high-level alchemy as a secondary ability. Avery was lying by the window, feeling both nervous and excited. The skill and cooperation of the two sheriffs had opened his eyes, and the strength of the coachman made him even more dizzy and yearning.

The instructor in Broughfry's house is self-conscious, and rarely performs alchemy duels in front of apprentices, and the few that Avery was lucky enough to see were almost all related to the dueling maniac of Brick Tech.

Since the lead bullet of the pneumatic rifle posed no real threat to the coachman, the confrontation lasted for a shorter period than Avery had estimated. Not far from his body, Sheriff Ruth also collapsed in the snow with twisted limbs, his chest almost torn in half, and his neck twisted to the side at a terrible angle, only because of the extraordinary continuous healing ability of the "blood bank" that he did not die on the spot.

However, the driver's escape plan was also considered a failure. It took him nearly two minutes to finish out the two sheriffs, which was enough for several flying wings to appear at the end of the sky, and quickly approach with the humming of the spiral blades.

The driver can run at an astonishing speed, but that doesn't mean he can easily escape the wings. The driver who walked back to the caravan frowned, the expression on his face was very unpleasant, and one hand subconsciously reached under his coat and took out a pistol that looked like an antique smoker.

No one dared to make any noise at this time, and the killing of the three sheriffs in one go had already made the travelers deeply afraid of his viciousness, and even Avery subconsciously held his breath, slipped back to his seat by the window, and then quietly unpacked his bags, hiding a few vials of metal solution in the hidden pocket of his travel cloak.

"I'm very sorry, passengers, but the caravan has arrived at its terminus. The coachman spoke suddenly, in a calm and polite tone, as if nothing had happened. "Please get off the bus and leave, take your luggage, and don't linger. ”

After a brief silence, long gasps rang out in the carriage. "May the gods bless. A voice muttered, "Bless you, sir." ”

Seeing that the passengers were leaving without incident, Merlin Avery also breathed a sigh of relief, and packed his bags to get off the bus. The escape had not been smooth from the start, and he couldn't help but wonder with some depression, whether to go back to the city and get back on the long-distance caravan, or simply to the next town, the former risking being identified, and the latter being quite hard......

A strong hand grabbed Avery by the arm, "Stay." The coachman quietly announced, "Man, you stay, I need your help." ”

Avery felt his forehead explode, and his body tensed almost subconsciously, but he immediately realized the folly of doing so, and relaxed the muscles of the arm he had been grabbed. "Sir, I'm afraid I won't be able to help you. He tried to make his voice as humble as possible, "I'm just an ordinary alchemy apprentice, and you're a mentor-level master. ”

"You're underestimating yourself, man. The coachman grinned with a mouthful of white teeth, a heroic and fierce smile, "Smell the smell of you, ordinary alchemy apprentices don't carry so many kinds of alloy solutions on their bodies, you are a newly graduated alchemist, and you can also use alchemy and alchemy, right?"

Avery was about to deny it, but the coachman didn't say anything more polite to him, but reached into his cloak and found the bags with great accuracy.

"Aha, yes, here, that's a lot. The coachman looked at the bottles of metal solution that had been pulled out of Avery and his eyes lit up with satisfaction and surprise, "Rare iron, bronze, red copper, chrome steel, and a bottle of mythril! ”