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Three gray-haired old Arcanists crouched around the corner, occasionally staring towards the door, as if waiting for someone.

If anyone is familiar with the identities of these three old men, they will know that these three old arcanists are alchemists with a great reputation in this sea.

"Three days have passed, and it stands to reason that the Messiah may come today for a new alchemy test..."Old Sark sat on the alchemy table in the corner, looking forward with a very expectant gaze.

"I said that Sark, you old fellow, you can't lie to me!"

"Call me from afar, but where in this world can there be alchemy peerless geniuses everywhere!" "Next to Sark, there was an old man with the same white hair, also staring at the door of the alchemy room, "I've been refining the 'Thorn Sword' for the past few days, and I almost had an inspiration..."

"Nekar, you old man, bragging again..."

Another old arcanist sat next to the two of them and replied, "How can a second-order high-level 'demonic weapon' be so easy to refine!"

Sack brought over several second-order mid-level alchemist friends in alchemy today.

Although he had never been able to find the address of the Messiah, his intuition told him that according to the previous three-day interval, the Messiah would definitely come today to make a new alchemy attempt.

"Zac, you're not lying?"

The white-haired alchemist named Nika asked with some doubts, "Perfect-level demonic alchemy is almost just a distant legend in the alchemy world..."

"You know, the biggest difficulty in the perfect class is the speed, if it is not in the time that the melting model is not cooled... To build everything in the most perfect attitude, the perfect level is basically impossible!

"Haven't you seen the 'Magic Respirator' I gave you?"

As he spoke, Sack looked precious.... Carefully scrubbing the "Magic Respirator" in his hand with his fingers, he exclaimed in a soft voice: "This is simply a work of art... It's the perfect creation of the gods!!"

Nekar turned his head, looked at the perfect-grade "Demonic Respirator" in Sack's hand with envy, and said, "Sak, you old guy should give me a touch... You magic pattern alchemy, maybe it's flawed!"

As he spoke, Nekar secretly stretched out his hand, but was slapped away by Old Sark!

"You old guy Nakar, I don't know ?!! yet"

The old man looked at Naikal with disdain, he gently held this "magic pattern respirator" in his arms as if it were a treasure, and looked like he wouldn't touch it: "When it comes to the good things in your hands, will you give it back to me?"

Just when the three old men are fighting....

Stalp!

A series of crisp footsteps came, and the three old men followed the sound and found a handsome young man of sixteen or seventeen years old walking through the door of the alchemy room.

"Please give me a copy of the alchemy materials for the 'Freshwater Magic Pattern Generator', thank you!" Messiah said politely to a beautiful clam girl standing on the counter.

"That boy, the genius you were talking about?" said Nekar in a sudden whisper to Sack.

"It's him.... But let's not go there yet!"

"With us old fellows in the alchemy world staring at him, he might get nervous... You can't forge a perfect piece like this!" Zac said, grabbing the two old men who were about to pass by, and then pulled out a dark blue crystal ball from his pocket.

"You old fellow...."

"But it's a bloody investment, this is a one-time record crystal worth fifteen thousand gold coins!"

Nekar looked at the place of his record crystal and faced the Messiah, and suddenly said in a surprised tone: "You must know that perfect-level demonic alchemy, most of them are when there is a flash of inspiration, even if this little guy is a genius, it is difficult to create a perfect-level alchemy for the second time..."

"I'll take a gamble!!"

When Lao Sak heard this, he gritted his teeth and said, "If there is a record.... The projection crystal of the legendary perfection-level alchemy creation process, I passed this image to my future disciples, and it can be passed down from generation to generation as a family heirloom..."

Just as these old men were crouching in the corner of the alchemy hall, talking...

The refining of the Messiah begins.....

At this time, he was half-sitting on the alchemy table, bowing his head slightly, and began to fiddle with the tools, with an inexplicable dignified and holy expression.

His hands are so skillful that they move smoothly almost instinctively, and everything has a strange rhythm that makes people fall into it...

Formation, Transformation, Molding..... All the actions of alchemy are clearly visible to the naked eye, but there is a kind of... A quirky feeling that makes people can't keep up with the rhythm!

The Messiah's hands move with a strange rhythm that is in tune with nature!

His every move brought some subtle air currents, like a fresh breeze.... As if, the Messiah is not performing the most rigorous alchemy, his hands are more like the most elegant aristocratic waltz...

In the blink of an eye, the Messiah was in a dead silence, unknowingly creating this "freshwater magic pattern generator".

"END... Perfect!"

Nikal crouched in the corner and looked at the Messiah inarticulately, and said tremblingly.

"Time-consuming... Two minutes and fifty-one seconds!!" Sack muttered to himself, his voice becoming extremely overwhelmed: "This boy is simply a monster !!"

"This is the huge gap between mortals and geniuses!!"

The other old man whispered silently, his gaze completely glazed: "I forged this freshwater magic pattern generator... Even if you don't care about the success rate, it will take five minutes at the earliest!"

"What kind of terrible talent can this young man have to do this?!!"

If this is the case, ask the Messiah face to face at this time.

The Messiah would probably say indifferently: "If you have more than four million gold coins of alchemy materials, piled up on an entry-level alchemy, for this entry-level alchemy proficiency... You'll only be stronger than me. ”

Just when the three old men were crouching in the corner and breaking their thoughts.

The Messiah has already begun to pack his things and is ready to leave.... Seeing this scene, Sark, who had been squatting for a long time.... Of course, it is impossible to spare the Messiah again.

He immediately walked over briskly and tugged at the Messiah's sleeve. But Sack was just about to speak..... He was interrupted by the Messiah first.

"Lord Sark, are you going to buy the 'Freshwater Demon Pattern Generator' that I refined again?" the Messiah turned his head and looked at Sark, who looked nervous, with a speechless expression.

"Two thousand one hundred gold coins, thank you!"

Messiah casually threw the "Freshwater Demon Pattern Generator" in his hand to Sark, then took the gold coin handed by Shack with a dull face, and then politely said in an official tone: "Thank you for your patronage, welcome... Come down and come back!"

Hearing this, Sack froze for a moment, and while handing over the gold coin, he instinctively took this perfect-level creation, he suddenly lowered his head, and then looked extremely excited!!

"The second, end.. Perfect!!"

As he spoke, he gently stroked the perfect-grade demonic alchemy that had just been refined with his fingers, and he suddenly burst out in an exclamatory tone!

"Perfect!!"

"Every line, every difficult point, every depth of the fine magic pattern... I can't find a single flaw at all!!!!..... It's simply a creation of the gods!!A legendary treasure that only exists in the ancient sacred era!"

The other two old men also looked at each other, and were about to reach out to touch this perfect-level artwork, but they were slapped away by Sark's hand, "You two old guys, your hands are so rough, don't touch my perfect-level magic pattern alchemy..."

"I say, Messiah.... You're such a genius!!" Sark looked up, his gaze focused on the Messiah.

"Huh!!"

Immediately after, Sark's panicked voice... It suddenly resounded throughout the alchemy hall!!!

"....!!Where did the people run again??"