Merlin Avery hadn't had his eighteenth birthday yet, but he had experienced much more than many eighty-year-olds. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He once walked with the most dangerous wanted criminals in the Empire, once escaped from the pursuit of an entire elite winged knight, once saved a frontier city-state besieged by 100,000 barbarians, and once convinced two famous grandmaster-level apothecaries.

So for a while—not very long, but very crucial and deadly—Avery had the illusion that he was in control. Even the alchemical plague known as the plague of the gods can be lifted, even the chaos storm summoned by the great wizard Tenadir at the peak of the grandmaster can be resisted, and even the siege of 100,000 barbarians can be broken.

A welcome banquet that ended in a tragic and bloody massacre gave Avery a slap in the face. The young pharmacist finally realized that he was not much stronger than an ordinary pharmacist when he was not prepared in advance.

What happened next made Avery feel like he was running out of brains.

Baron Edelman, who has always been friendly, turned his face ruthlessly and used the strategic weapon of Beacon Fire Guardian to kill the killer; the black hand hidden behind the scenes was actually an elven woman, and she was the last descendant of the Recobar family who once shared the ruling power of Coventry with the Thornflower family; President Herderland, who was a benevolent and wise elder, actually repaid the favor with resentment, joined Baron Edelman's side, and had a hard confrontation with Avery and others, resulting in the complete destruction of the Beacon Guardian and the death and injury of the members of Thorn of Thorns.

If all this is not bizarre enough, then due to the interference of energy turbulence, there was a huge deviation during the precise positioning and teleportation, resulting in Avery unfortunately being in the spatial mezzanine, unable to find any bearing coordinates, which can definitely be regarded as a bizarre accident beyond imagination.

Avery simply didn't know if he was lucky or unlucky.

Precise teleportation is an extremely rare spatial jumping ability, and usually only a mentor who is very familiar with the ability of spatial alchemy, can hope to obtain this ability by delving into it. Similar to ordinary space jumps, precise positioning teleportation also requires the use of a large amount of alloy powder, which forms nodes through the space interlayer to quickly reach the destination.

Only a sufficiently strong energy turbulence will interfere with the space jump, and if the energy turbulence is too strong, it will directly destroy the nodes located in the spatial mezzanine, completely destroying the process of precise positioning and teleportation.

This energy turbulence happened to achieve the result of effective interference, but it did not tear Avery directly into pieces, but left him in the teleportation process, that is, in the node of the spatial mezzanine, and he didn't know how to get out at all.

Very few people can see the true appearance of the spatial mezzanine, even some mentors and grandmasters who are proficient in space jumping ability, they can only see an indescribable colorful color. The process of teleportation is far faster than one might think, and involves some laws of time and space, and in any case, it is difficult for an alchemist to reach the relevant realm until he reaches the peak of the grandmaster.

Born of an insatiable love for alchemy, Merlin Avery did envision his own research on spatial mezzanine, but that should have been when he began to step into the Grandmaster's Hall after he was forty years old, not on a crumbling node during a failed pinpoint teleportation.

The oval-shaped island at the foot floats in a thick gray-blue mist, with an uneven surface and an area of only a dozen square meters. The edge of the island was peeling and disintegrating, and the peeling powder shone with the characteristic glow of the alloy, looking like a burning star from a distance, but it disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if melting into the gray-blue mist.

"It's not good to go on like this. Avery realized that this was the self-healing effect of the spatial interlayer - he and the island under his feet were regarded as foreign objects that needed to be eliminated, and if the exit could not be opened, the foreign body would inevitably be completely shattered by the self-healing effect of the spatial interlayer.

Avery has a lot of alloy powder on his body, and there is a full tank of alloy powder for casting teleportation abilities, which is enough for twenty or thirty teleportation abilities. However, when Avery activated the alloy powder through alchemy, intending to slightly expand the size of the island beneath his feet, the change that occurred made his face suddenly turn pale.

When the alloy powder was sprinkled, the size of the island did increase significantly, but the gray-blue mist also seemed to be touched in some way, turning from a slow flow to a fierce erosion, and in the blink of an eye, the edge of the island was continuously peeled off a large amount of debris, and the volume quickly shrank, almost like the remnants of ice and snow washed and melted by a spring stream.

Avery then tried several more methods, all of which were unsatisfactory. The Frost Emperor Ring can't create ice floe in the gray-blue mist, and the hollow iron ship improvised by the Cultivation Technique can't drift in the mist, and the nearby spatial mezzanine seems to be firmly locked, and the teleportation ability can't successfully create an exit at all, but it is easy to stimulate the gray-blue mist, making the island under your feet disappear faster. Avery even made an improvised wing out of some parts, but the thing had barely floated to a height of a few meters when it was hit by a flash of light that shot down from the sky, and the largest fragments scattered were no larger than the size of a little finger.

Just as the island grew smaller and smaller, and the gray-blue mist almost touched the corner of Avery's coat, a voice that had sounded in his ears several times sounded again.

"It's true that every time you open your eyes, you can see something terrifying, young contractor, you can cause trouble more than your twenty-six predecessors combined!"

Avery rolled his eyes, realizing that the voice would only belong to the Mithril-level curse item, Old Serin's potion box, but in the mouth of the Guiding Golem, Old Serin's potion box did not seem to be a smart alchemy item, in other words, it should not have its own consciousness, let alone take the initiative to speak!

As if seeing the thoughts in Avery Iery's mind, the voice was a little annoyed, "Don't take the words of the stupid big man in the City of Wisdom as the truth, the Contractor, it's just a Mithril-level artificial soul." If it weren't for being given the status of a district manager and citizen guide, he wouldn't be enough to confront my maker!"

"Your Maker...... Is it the Heart-Snatching Elder Serin Anrose?" Avery chose a tentative question.

"Well, I don't want to admit it, but he's right. The box replied with a hint of helplessness, "The reputation of the maker is so bad that it's getting harder and harder for me to find a reliable contractor. ”

"Because they've all been sucked out of your soul. Avery said in a cautious tone.

"I act strictly according to the contract, and I never harm anyone, but greed destroys their souls. The box protested solemnly, "The whole process of the twenty-six predecessors signing the contract, making the transaction, and destroying the soul is recorded here, and you can search and view it at will." ”

With a soft hiss, Avery subconsciously looked down and found that the sole of his right foot was stained with a little gray-blue mist. The shoes were the best protective items available on the market, specially made for dangerous alchemy experiments, resistant to high temperatures, strong acids, and freezing, so that they could be said to be a pair of shoes that would be unscathed if thrown into the furnace.

However, with just a slight fog, the right shoe was completely ruined. Avery only felt the soles of his feet start to tingle, as if he were stepping on a piece of bone-chilling ice. When I took off my shoes and checked them, I found that the entire sole of my shoes was corroded and porous, and there was an extra piece of dead white skin on the soles of my feet, which I didn't feel the slightest when I touched it.

"The ghostly mist of the space mezzanine is one of the ten deadliest and most dangerous alchemical substances, and even my makers should be cautious with it. The reminder of the box then sounded, "Contractor, I feel that the energy around me is in a mess, with your current ability, I'm afraid you can't open an escape passage from the space mezzanine, right?"

Avery was silent for a moment, then said calmly, "Indeed, it seems that the contract between us will end soon." ”

"I don't think so, Contractor. With a slight explosion of air, the old-colored quaint wooden box appeared in front of Ivor, the lid closed open, as if it were a mouth. "I have a solution to your dilemma. ”

"Mr. Potion Box......"

"Sorry to interrupt, please call me the Magic Crate, or the Great Crate. ”

"Alright, Mr. Magic Box. Avery immediately changed his tune, he never dwelt on such details, "What can I do, may I say, or further, what will it cost me to escape by your means?"

The box didn't answer right away, and the light flickered inside the open lid, as if it was thinking about something difficult to decide. The island beneath Avery had been melted away by the fog to a size that could only stand on his feet, and while the box was silent, he had to catalyze all the remaining alloy powder, immediately expanding the island to its original size.

However, in this way, the stimulus of gray-blue mist is too great.

With a roaring sound like a torrent, the gray-blue mist nearby suddenly rolled up, impacting the entire island to sway, and the island was peeling off in large chunks, rather than eroding bit by bit, and in almost two or three minutes, the island lost more than half of its volume.

As the fog rolls, the box has no choice but to save its contractor. The lid of the box suddenly opened, and the neatly arranged potions inside sank and disappeared, and then the volume of the box expanded rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it expanded into a small square boat several meters long, floating in the gray-blue mist.

"Come on, contractor, this is a completely free lifesaving operation that doesn't require you to offer anything. "The only thing you need to do is wait until the energy turbulence has subsided, and then figure out a passage out of the mezzanine of the space, and that's exactly what you have to do." (To be continued.) )