The flickering candle flame reflected Lester's expression, which was the fourth day that he had unravaged the secret words of the note, and he still hadn't made up his mind whether to practice the secret art recorded on the note. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Metamorphosis is unlike any other known discipline in that it does not have a systematic knowledge line, and it is difficult to find any general knowledge connections between each mage who has studied Metamorphosis.

Even the term "metamorphosis", which has been a hundred years old, is not at all comparable to other magical knowledge that can often be traced back to ancient times.

This is also the reason why there are still many old-fashioned orthodox mages who classify the knowledge it contains into branches such as "alchemy" and "necromancy", and do not recognize the name "metamorphosis".

In fact, "metamorphosis" does originate from "alchemy", and the early accumulation of knowledge also came from the derivation of alchemists.

In a sense, it would not be a mistake to call the Transfiguration mage a special alchemist, although according to historical records, the alchemist's role in this matter is not honorable.

In the year 7017, a very strange thing happened in a small town called Lockrie, and many shop owners stopped in front of the sheriff's courtyard early in the morning and cried, begging him to catch the thief who stole the gold coins for him.

"You're all here for that gold thief?"

The sheriff's tone was quite impatient, if it weren't for the fact that there were too many bitter masters, he would have sent his men to disperse this group of blind fellows a long time ago.

"Yes, my lord," an elderly man said, answering the sheriff's question, "the ...... Person...... Stealing gold coins from our cash box. ”

The old man's tone was humble and his words were very cautious, as if it were not a thief who had stolen their gold coins, but a great man they could not afford to mess with.

Seeing the old man who stood up, the sheriff raised his eyebrows and gave up his plan to lose his temper at the other party, this is not that he respects the old and loves the young, but that he can't afford to mess with this old guy.

John Sr., the owner of John's Bakery, is said to have taught winemakers at an aristocratic winery when he was younger, and learned a few good fermentation techniques.

The white bread made by his hands not only has the sweetness of the nuts, but also has a light aroma of wine, which is very delicious. Not only is it deeply loved by residents near and far, but even the nobles and lords will occasionally send people to buy it.

It was not old John's craftsmanship that made the sheriff jealous, but his granddaughter, a cook who had been taken in by a noble lord and gave birth to a son.

It's nothing if it's just like this, for nobles with bad private lives, it's normal to have a relationship with a beautiful cook, and it's not a big deal to give birth to a few concubines.

But the problem is that Old John's granddaughter did not "die" after giving birth to a child, or rather, did not "die of illness", and it is obvious that the noble lord has real feelings for her.

It is precisely for this reason that Old John's status has risen and cannot be regarded as an ordinary commoner.

"Is the loss big? How did you report the crime? ”

The sheriff said perfunctorily that he had no interest in fighting a thief, so he wanted to deal with it as soon as possible.

"At first, we thought it was because the hands and feet of our employees were not clean, but ......"

This time, a wealthy middle-aged man who stood out, he was the owner of the stone quarry, because of the particularity of the business, he needed a lot of cash transactions on weekdays, and suffered the greatest losses.

"But what?" the sheriff asked impatiently, without giving the other party any intention of giving him a face: "Don't hide it, do you think this is a business discussion?"

"Yes...... The middle-aged man who was choked on his face was red and white for a while, and it took a long time before he smiled again: "We found out that the gold coins were not stolen, but turned into stones by themselves." ”

"You're here to entertain me?"

"The villain doesn't dare!"

"Don't dare?" the sheriff snorted coldly, and scolded angrily, "Then tell me, how can gold coins turn into stone?"

"This ......"

Merchants looked around, but they didn't want to answer the question.

"Since you don't want to talk about it, let's go back and think about it again!"

Seeing the appearance of this group of guys, how could the sheriff not understand the risks here, and took this opportunity to get out in a hurry.

"That's ......"

In desperation, Old John stood up, his loss was the most except for the owner of the stone yard, of course he didn't want to just forget it, not to mention, his granddaughter was the time to use the money at this time.

"You're saying that all the gold coins that turn to stone are exchanged from a mage?"

About five days ago, a mage posted a notice in the tavern.

It is written that because of the experiment, the mage needs a large amount of silver to extract the mythril, so he uses gold coins to exchange silver coins and silver ore to ask for help, and each exchange gives the exchanger a reward of one thousandth.

Now the guys around the sheriff are all involved in this exchange, originally, this is a sure deal, but no one expected that the gold coins exchanged will turn to stone after a while.

Hearing the other party's explanation, the sheriff immediately untied the long sword hanging from his waist, and then smashed it Old John's humble and respectful old face.

By now, the sheriff had understood the intentions of the group, and instead of trying to catch some daring thief on their own, they wanted to put themselves on their behalf, a mysterious mage.

"A bunch of damn guys......"

Although he was very angry with the way the merchants persecuted him, the sheriff also knew that he had no way to stay out of it.

"I'll investigate this matter, you guys go back first. ”

After saying that, the sheriff turned and walked away, completely ignoring the shouting coming from behind him.

"It's not a problem to keep dragging like this!"

If possible, the sheriff also wanted to lead someone directly into the mage's laboratory and arrest him after a fat beating, but it was obvious that he didn't have such strength with just condensed the seeds of fighting energy.

"Forget it, if they can drag me into the water, I can naturally drag others into the water, and it is better to be hated by my boss or colleagues than to lose my life now!"

In the end, the sheriff, who had made up his mind, chose to report the news and ...... The whole empire was shocked.

The aristocracy, the royal family, and the temple, who were intriguing with each other and pulling each other's hind legs, joined forces as quickly as possible, and vigorously strangled this crisis that could shake the entire social order in the cradle.

Neither the sheriff, nor the merchants, nor the alchemists who caused all this incident, could have imagined that such a trivial matter would attract the attention of so many big people.

After all, their knowledge is limited by their own circumstances, and they naturally cannot understand the ruler's fear of fake currency.