The headquarters of the Alchemist Guild is located in the central district. In fact, the Witcher Society, the Astrologer Association, the Holy See of Light, and other large-scale transcendent institutions are all in the central area.

On the way, Yang Cheng and Master Morton also chatted about some things about extraordinary power. Although alchemists have odd tempers, they are very talkative when it comes to the areas they specialize in.

Yang Cheng looked at Moulton's hand, where the imprint of the formation was inscribed.

"I used to think that alchemists were generally not good at fighting, but instead refining all kinds of things that were strange to you. But Master Moulton, you seem to be very good at the battle of the transcendental, and you can even instantaneously form formations. Yang Cheng's judgment was not because of the scene when Morton made his move yesterday, but because he was a special adviser to the Western Police Department.

If Morton wasn't good at fighting, Grace wouldn't have hired him as a special advisor. Otherwise, wouldn't he have cheated his old friend?

Morton stroked his messy beard and said, "Most alchemists are indeed not very good at fighting, although they have extraordinary powers, they prefer to find the origin of the world in alchemy. However, in the face of all kinds of weird supernatural events, and other transcendental beings, it's always good to have some power on your own. So don't underestimate the alchemists, although they are not good at fighting, but as long as they are given the opportunity to exert their extraordinary powers, the destructive power they can cause is extremely staggering. As for the instantaneous formation, this is actually a helpless move, and it has to pay some price. Morton spread his sleeve, and his entire right arm was inscribed with dense formations, some of which were still pitch-black, and even had corpse spots.

In some places, it was as if they had been frozen, while others showed signs of being burned by fire.

"There is an iron law of alchemy, that is, the principle of equivalent exchange, how much you give, you can reap as much as you want. The inscription arrangement of the formation takes time even for the most skilled alchemist, but it can be instantaneous by carving it on his body and turning himself into a part of the formation. I paid the price of being tormented by the formation all the time in my body, in exchange for the ability to instantaneously form the formation, which is fair. I'm not an alchemist from an ivory tower, and I even formed a hunting team with demon hunters in the early days to earn money to support the cost of alchemical research. Without combat power, no hunting team would be willing to accept a weak alchemist. In fact, this is not unusual, some alchemists will even give more for the sake of great power. Yang Chengran nodded, and suddenly said, "Why do I think alchemy is so similar to sacrificing evil gods?" It's all about paying the price and reaping the power. Morton shook his head and said: "It's different, cooperating with the evil god is more like a transaction, the pay and the gain are not equal, and the evil god will not buy at a loss." What you give is an iron law, and the essence of alchemy is to understand, decompose, and reconstruct. The essence of alchemy is knowledge, you can't understand power, and naturally you can't construct power. As the two spoke, the carriage had arrived in the central area, in front of the Alchemist Guild.

The central district and the dilapidated West End are two worlds. It is full of tall and majestic buildings, with all kinds of luxurious courtyards, the streets are wide and tidy, and the passers-by are well-dressed and polite.

A city is a world of difference. The building of the Alchemist Guild is interesting, and from a distance it looks like a giant flask.

Yang Cheng looked at it, and the crowd at the gate of the Alchemist Association came and went, most of them were either rich or expensive.

In the Assyrian kingdom, alchemists and astrologers were arguably the two best professions to mix, especially the former.

In Yang Cheng's opinion, the profession of alchemist can be said to be like a panacea, and he is good at all aspects.

Some are good at pharmacology, can make a lot of wound medicine, and even medicine for all aspects of the human body, rejuvenation and aphrodisiac, as long as you need it, there is no alchemist can't do it.

There are also those who are good at making all kinds of strange machinery, and there are cars driven by formations, and all kinds of strange things are more popular with those young nobles and rich people.

Of course, most alchemists are still very serious, they pursue to delve into the power of the origin of this world, and some of the things refined by alchemists are even a little terrifying.

For example, those who specialize in biological alchemy, even human alchemy, and even those who specialize in soul alchemy, in short, are varied.

Yang Cheng followed Morton into the Alchemist Association, where there were countless alchemists, and some young people followed behind them, carrying all kinds of materials and so on.

These young men can't be called alchemists, they should be called alchemists to be exact, and some of them are even apprentices.

As long as you have passed the assessment of the Alchemist Association and completed an alchemy work alone, you can be regarded as an alchemist.

Morton seems to be very famous in the Alchemist Guild, and many alchemists passing by greet him.

At this time, an alchemist holding a book and looking at it intently, looking sloppy and dirty, and even his hair was already knotted, came to Yang Cheng in a daze.

Yang Cheng had already dodged a step, but he was still taking a detour, and Yang Cheng was about to crash into Moulton if he let him go again.

"Master, please look at the way." Yang Cheng shouted, but the other party didn't seem to hear it, and still bumped into Yang Cheng.

However, an invisible aura had already been laid in front of Yang Cheng, and the other party's weak body crashed into Yang Cheng's body, instantly knocking him to the ground.

Yang Cheng made an innocent expression at Moulton, it was this guy who hit me first. Morton smiled and said, "It's okay. Turning to Moulton looked at the man, he couldn't help but laugh and said, "Hohenheim, can you not walk while still studying?" Aren't you afraid of knocking over some highly corrosive liquid and injuring yourself? The alchemist named Hohenheim pushed his already greasy glasses and replied sullenly, "Got it." After saying that, he patted his ass and stood up, and left as if nothing was wrong, but his eyes turned to the book in his hand in a blink of an eye.

Morton said helplessly: "His name is von Hohenheim Paracelsus, and he is a senior alchemist of the Alchemist Guild. However, with his ability, there is actually hope for promotion to a special alchemist. But he always likes to study all kinds of extremely out-of-the-way and extremely strange alchemy experiments, or is biased towards the human body and soul, so the experiment has never been successful. Only when he really has no money, he will take on some alchemy tasks to make money. This guy is already a bit crazy in research, you don't have to worry about it, there are many such guys in the Alchemist Association. "Compared to Hohenheim, Moulton's temper can be said to be quite normal.

The database of the Alchemist Association that Morton took Yang Cheng into, the database is divided into five layers, and only the lower two layers will be open to others, all of which are some general information.

The upper three layers are about various alchemy and alchemy success data drawings, etc., not to mention that outsiders can't enter, even the alchemist association needs to reach a certain level to be eligible to enter it.

Morton pointed to a large library shelf and said, "These are the materials of all the ruins, secret places, and even unknown mysterious spaces in the entire continent. You can index by keyword to see if you can find any leads. Yang Cheng nodded and began to rummage through them.

With his current mental strength, his reading speed is extremely fast, and a page of text can be reflected in his mind as long as he glances at it.

Morton also helped Yang Cheng rummage for a day, but unfortunately, there were still no clues.

Yang Cheng flipped through the books for a day, and even his head was dizzy, and with his mental power, he couldn't hold on to it now.

However, Yang Cheng didn't force it, and he didn't hope to find a clue in a day. Seeing that it was almost dusk, Yang Cheng temporarily said goodbye to Morton and left, and by the way, he also had a dinner at the Alchemist Association.

The Alchemist Guild can be said to be very rich, so this dinner is also rich. But as soon as Yang Cheng returned to his small apartment, he found Hughes waiting for him there.

"What's wrong?" Hughes was a little embarrassed and said, "There's something going on in Scrap Iron Street, it seems to have something to do with the supernatural event. The Director can't contact Master Moulton, he seems to be conducting an alchemy experiment, so he wants to ask you to do it. "I just hired Yang Cheng as a special consultant yesterday, and I started to ask people to do it today, which is also a little too eager.

But Yang Cheng didn't care. Instead, he is willing to be deeply involved in the supernatural forces of this world, and the longer he can know, the easier it will be to find clues to the child of Hades.

"I had dinner with Master Moulton, and he did have an alchemical experiment in the evening, and it had to be done at night. Let's go now. Hughes said as he walked: "Some experiments of alchemists cannot be interrupted, and sometimes they even take more than ten days or even months. So even if Master Morton can help us for free, he can't find anyone. That's why the Commissioner can't wait to invite you to be our Special Advisor to the Police Department. "There was an old steam car parked downstairs in the apartment, and Rencer was in charge of the driver.

This was specially arranged by Director Grace for Yang Cheng, in order to arrive at the scene quickly. Some of this thing was too old, and even Yang Cheng could clearly see that some parts were even rusty and even cracked.

It took half a day's effort for all three of them to get started when they sat in the carriage, and the speed was really not as fast as the carriage.

When he was on the road, Hughes couldn't wait to tell Yang Cheng about it.