"I've said it 200 times, you don't learn Latin! What kind of stinky and long shit is Latin, you don't have to learn Latin when you put English, doesn't this toss people? ”

A muscular man in a cowboy hat, squinting one eye, carefully traces the pattern of flowers with a carving knife on the workbench.

Ryuji Ozu looked at this "wild horse" helplessly. Although it was not the first time he had seen it, he was still shocked by the terrifying strength of the other party's precepts.

"Leon, if you don't study hard, the Transylvanian lady will beat you up again."

Leonardo, who was in his green years, had not yet acquired the aura of beer belly and salted fish. His age is already middle-aged and elderly among ordinary people, but because of his blood, only a small half of his life has passed.

Hearing the old woman's name, Leon turned his cowboy hat to hide his weakness.

Ms. Transylvania, real name unknown, age unknown, from the Transylvania region. She was given the honorable surname of Flammel, but did not like to be called by this surname.

He was of higher blood than the old woman, but he was really scared of that old monster.

She is said to be over 200 years old, but she looks like she is in her early 30s, with fair and smooth skin, but there is no trace of blood. She prefers classical dresses in the Rococo style and often reminisces about the end of the 18th century.

Ms. Tracy is in poor physical condition, but Leon can't beat her. She has a way to break through the suppression of the precepts, and then use the Speech Spirit Blazing Cowboy who has been trained to perfection.

Yan Ling's normal state is a large area of irregular spread of flames, but she can transform the flame into a stream of fire as thin and straight as chopsticks.

Cowboy Leon's hybrid combat style is simple and effective. Cast the precept at the moment when the opponent is chanting, and use Colt to sneak up on the enemy who was interrupted from casting the spell. By this time, 99% of opponents had already died.

Against the remaining 1% of opponents, such as Ange, Leon will rush up and wrestle with them, crushing them with a bull-like physique.

Ozu is still unsure that this thing is an alchemist, he looks more of a bandit than a bandit.

Takaharu Ozu, 114 years old, was apprenticed to Flammel.

Ms. Tracy has very few apprentices, and this cowboy is the 6.5th. Nominally, he was a "captive" of the teacher.

Three months ago, Ms. Trancy received an invitation from the Secret Party, signed Hilbert Jean Angers.

For this young man from a humble background and like a lone wolf, most people are not optimistic.

When Ange said that he wanted to establish a half-race university, even the die-hard members of the Secret Party were not optimistic, even though Ange said that it was the last order of the Elders.

But Ms. Transylvania had come to Chicago because she had heard that the lad was very handsome.

Of course, she wouldn't go to the so-called Kassel Academy to become a teacher, but the apprentices of Trancy probably would.

Tracy loved jazz, and she often stepped into the corner bar at dusk and listened to the soft saxophone for two or three hours on end.

When the ghostly lady in the maxi skirt disappears from the wooden bar, a lucky musician will stumble upon a small piece of gold in his jacket pocket.

On a rainy day, Trancy was meditating to the gentle sound of the piano, but the sound of a hateful chirping kept coming from her ears. He was a young man dressed as a cowboy with a large revolver pinned to his waist.

Trancy knocked on the table to warn Leon, but the drunken cowboy took Ms. Flamell's right hand and kissed her.

As a result, this bison-like man became a bitter haha in the alchemy workshop, and he was beaten by Tracy once he ran away.

After giving up running away and starting to work obediently, Leonardo learned that Trancy was the legendary Flammel......

......

Two years later.

"Leon, the teacher invites you to dinner."

"Today?"

"Seven."

Leonardo straightened his cowboy hat and didn't know what medicine was sold in the old woman's gourd.

In two years, he slowly changed from a "captive" to an "apprentice" here.

Lady Tracy is a mobile repository of knowledge, with the best alchemical knowledge of humanity in her head.

In the past two years, Leon has grown from a "craftsman" to a full-fledged alchemist. After experiencing the precepts thousands of times, he successfully reproduced the dragon text structure of his own words and spirits, and the score was exactly right.

But at what cost?

Beer belly.

He was in the studio for 12 hours a day, but he drank no less than before.

After spending so much time in the workshops of Transciency, Leon had even forgotten what life was like in the West.

But he always longed for the day when he returned to the West, and continued to be the wild bull in the wilderness.

To remember those days, he always wore that cowboy hat. Hidden in the hat is an eagle feather from an Indian prophet named Sakabarabala.

Leon became stronger and fatter.

......

He's too slow to do something.

This is the third time this month that Trancy has extended an invitation to dinner.

Alperon, who was studying abroad, and Augusta, who was obsessed with making money in England, both came to Chicago, where the teacher was.

Mediocre people, such as Ryuji Ozu, never had the luxury of receiving an invitation from a teacher.

Those who were invited, suppressed their ecstasy, carefully selected their outfits, and brought their most successful creations to dinner.

Leon, dressed as a cowboy for 10,000 years, strode into the Bitter Moon bar, a cigar in his mouth.

He greeted the boss warmly, and the boss also greeted loudly, "Leon, you're fat again!" ”

Trancy chose the location here, and the place where the two met unexpectedly was obviously not happy.

The light purple court-style dress made the old woman look out of place in the bar, but she didn't care.

Transylvania banged on the bar and smiled.

"Try again, suppress my words."

"That's exactly what I mean."

Leon places a carved hollow brass bullet on the bar, increasing the strength of the precepts and telling the boss to get the tequila quickly.

"It's a pretty nice design."

Trancy commented, taking the waiter's hand of spirits. She unleashed a cone-shaped flame from her fingertips, evaporating the spirits from her glass.

The cowboy gulped down the wine in one gulp and placed a metal compass on the table as a tray for the wine glasses. The precepts are one level stronger.

"Not bad. But it's not enough. ”

Trancy evaporates one cup, and the cowboy drinks another.

Two revolvers, slapped on the table.

"Not enough."

......

Looking at the smiling Tracy, the cowboy was so angry that his teeth itched.

"My teacher, his words and spirits are also precepts. I may know this spirit better than you. ”

Leon rolled up his sleeves, revealing the silver and red tattoos on his muscular arms, amplifying the precepts to the extreme.

The diameter of the field is more than 300 meters, and it is estimated that even half-bloods that exceed the critical blood limit will be suppressed.

"You've learned."

Tracy's fingertips were still bubbling with small flames, like a match about to be extinguished.

She stopped talking, and listened quietly to the melancholy saxophone. Leon gulped down his beer, but luckily he didn't eat the skewers.

And so it was until there were fewer and fewer people in the bar and the lights became dimer.

Leon handed the musician a tip on a roll of bills and asked him to continue playing.

A stack of torn and yellowed manuscript paper was shoved into Leon's hand. In addition to that, there were two crumpled crumples, which were parchment.

He noticed that these things had been treated with alchemical materials, and they were incredibly tough.

On the manuscript paper, there are only sentence after sentence of dragon text, including the text form and the deformed pattern form, which is extremely detailed. He counted them, and there were 76 sentences in total.

The cover of the parchment paper is a human pentagram. The brain corresponds to the spirit, the right hand corresponds to the wind, the left hand corresponds to the fire, the right foot corresponds to the earth, and the left foot corresponds to the water. Behind it are all kinds of messy symbols, intermittent dragon texts, and some places are smeared with dragon blood to eliminate.

The style on the back is just the opposite, the pattern is extremely regular, and the pattern is as brilliant as the starry sky.

The original manuscript of the dragon text of Nicolas Flamel (Nicol Lemay), the conjecture of alchemy technology implanted in the human body, and the record of the refining ceremony of the Philosopher's Stone in question.

Leon's brain was suddenly a little empty, his mouth was dry, and he couldn't speak.

The symbolism of these things is greater than the actual meaning. They represent the pinnacle of human alchemy.

"Why me?"

"You're an idiot."

Trancy propped her chin and smiled.

"Leon, what you love is alchemy itself, just like a child loves toys. You love knowledge more than power. ”

"You're wrong, my love for wine and barbecue is unfathomable."

Ms. Transylvania shook her head and said nothing.

She's lived too long, so she does whatever she wants. When too much life experience is accumulated, it becomes a burden for a person.

Rather than taking Flammel's name more than a mountain, follow her instincts.

"It's up to you whether to go or stay."

Stay? If you stay in Chicago and open an alchemy workshop, you will definitely have to deal with that little man from Henkel. Like-minded, Leon hates that guy.

As for choosing Angers...... No one really thinks that violent maniac can be a good teacher, right?

A vengeful madman, a cowboy who loves to eat, drink and pornographic magazines, no one really thinks that this kind of academy can be opened, right?

That's gone. Go back to the west, to the home of his soul. Drink hard liquor and slay the bandits with explosive alchemy bullets.

What the secret party, Cassel, Dragon Slayer, and the free Leonardo have nothing to do with a dime.

"Teacher, where are you going to go and what are you going to do after you leave Chicago?"

This is the first time Leon has called her a teacher, and it is quite natural. Her real name is still unknown.

Trancy didn't answer, thinking as usual.

Saxophone song after song, Leon slowly sipping his wine. Until the Bitter Moon Bar, only the last light in the corner remains.

"Teacher?"

The sound of the saxophone stopped.

He finally understood. this is the end.

This is the Transylvanian lady, the Last Supper.

The lady in the long dress, who had lost her name as Flamel, leaned against the corner of the bar with her chin propped up, a shallow smile on her face like white porcelain.

You don't need to know my name, only knowledge binds us.

Leonardo did not dare to touch her, fearing that she would dissipate with the wind, like a silent note.

The cowboy nestled in a nest of priceless manuscript paper and stuffed it into his pocket like toilet paper. From this day forward, he is Flammel.

He didn't have any tears to shed, just drank until dawn.

The precepts enveloped the entire neighborhood, plunging all spirits into silence and the world as peaceful as night.

But in that silence, there was not a trace of soul color to be seen. It's really a lie.

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"Hey, I'm distracted."

The night watchman looked at Luo Yin, who opened the stone of rebellion in front of him, and was almost sent away by a myocardial infarction.

Criminals!

This man was really lying to him. Even if he is senile, he will not accept such an apprentice.

But he had just confirmed with Ange that there really were two Luo Yin in the academy. One is an ordinary student who used to use the name Luo Ying, and the other is the slut in front of him. His statement of "changes in the world line" is really supported by evidence.

"Where?"

"Sold to the Academy of Recycled Metal Raw Materials. The equipment department, the secretary party elders, etc., the price is still good.

Who are the peers you just mentioned? I think it's okay to try my luck. ”

"Blacksmith, smith, that's what they call themselves. Blacksmiths, an association of top alchemists. Rest assured, they won't be kind to you either. ”

Luo Yin thought to himself that with the personality charm of this boss, there is still a business that can't be done? Moreover, he is the one who has the cutting-edge resources.

"Why?"

"Because you're from the Kassel Academy. Excuse me, where is the alchemy department in Kassel? ”

"Subordinate to the Equipment Department."

"Where do you come from?"

"Great Mentor Flamel, that is, you!"

Luo Yin's face was full of Finnish smiles.

"No, no, no, your faction is the 'Armament Department'. All alchemists from Kassel are labeled by the blacksmiths as the Armament Department. ”

Boss Luo's face darkened.

As a dragon slaying academy, the attitude of the equipment department towards alchemy is naturally how powerful it is, and everything is based on pragmatism. To put it simply, it's fried, fried fucking.

"You should get the idea. Alchemy is an art, the core of which lies in the spirit of tranquility, exquisite skills, and tireless exploration. In their eyes, the equipment department is full of mud legs, and its status is probably as low as the center of the earth. ”

"None of them read Kassel?"

"Blacksmiths still follow the old apprenticeship system, and the master is more like your grandfather than your father.

They have absolute contempt for the academy's knowledge-open form of teaching. They believe that once knowledge becomes readily available, seekers lose the respect they deserve for it. ”

Flamel handed a crumpled piece of paper to Luo Yin.

"If you want to try it, you can send an alchemy item to the address on the piece of paper. The blacksmith will evaluate it and decide whether or not to invite you to join their organization. ”

"Pay?"

"What money?"

"Alchemy items, they won't pay me if I send them. And is the shipping free, do I have to pay for the postage myself? ”

Flamel twitched. If the Transylvanian lady had known that he had taken in such a student, she would have roasted him to twelve.

"That's right, the transaction brokerage fee."

Luo Yin sent an email to the deputy school of the fat house, and the attachment was a high-definition PDF of hundreds of pages, as well as a 3D modeling file.

The night watchman opened the file, his ass almost unsteady.

There are a total of 23 sentences of dragon text, with clear instructions for use, and all the patterns and circuit forms are displayed in 3D, and the parameters are detailed.

He had never seen a word of these dragon texts.

"All templates?"

Luo Yin nodded. The so-called model refers to the standard dragon script like the original Flamel, without any redundancy and distortion.

Due to the different spiritual characteristics of each half-breed, the dragon scripts drawn under the spiritual vision are missing or different, and may not be universal.

Only individuals with extremely strong spirits can restore the universally applicable dragon script model through long-term attempts. That's why Flamel's manuscripts are so precious.

"23 sentences, plus 1 sentence I sent for the 3e exam, and the original 76 sentences, exactly 100. Dojili. ”

"Where did you get that?"

It must not be "dictated" by himself, how old Luo Yin is.

"Dig out of the grave, copy it, and use it."

It's a lot of offense to the system, I'm sorry.

"Alchemists should also protect themselves, don't suddenly hang up one day."

*

Today's rain, no cats.

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