I forgot who said that life is like a long journey with no end in sight. For most of our lives, we can only trudge through this arduous journey. No one knows where our lives will lead, and the whole point of our precious lives seems to lie in this seemingly pointless rush, chasing after those goals that we don't know what they are.

However, no matter how scrappy a traveler you are, no matter how intense your curiosity about this unknown road ahead, no matter what you have discovered and experienced on this road of life, whether it is happiness or sorrow, happiness or sadness, there will come a day, maybe it will be a quiet and peaceful village, maybe it will be a quiet and clear stream, maybe it will be a soothing and melodious music, maybe it will be a deep and delicate painting, maybe it will be a bright and melancholy lady...... Whatever it is, it may suddenly make you feel tired and tired of the endless journey of life. Then you suddenly stop and look at a mundane but peaceful landscape—not really what you want to see, but just to breathe a sigh of relief for a weary soul.

It's true. Sometimes, we walk in such a hurry that we have to stop and wait for the lost self behind us.

However, in the same way, no matter how beautiful the scenery attracts you, how magnificent the scenery is, how many people dream of the fairyland on earth, no matter how comfortable and comfortable this short stay makes you feel, how intoxicated and comfortable, you can't stay here forever, no matter how reluctant you are, you will eventually leave the scenery in front of you, re-pack your bags, and continue your endless journey.

Life goes on, and our trek can't stop......

Because of this, no matter how much Fei Yin and I love the warm and peaceful atmosphere of this cottage, we cannot stay here forever and let it be so meaninglessly warm and serene. In fact, our elder only lay on that little bed for a short time and then yawned and "went offline", and before withdrawing from this world, she also made a reasonable suggestion to increase the utilization rate of this cottage as soon as possible, with the euphemism characteristic of a flower girl:

"Huh...... It's better to hurry up and remodel your room, Grandma, I don't want you to keep the room for you to play......"

…… Well, I admit, her advice may not be as subtle as I would have liked......

As the only level 20 alchemist in the guild – and indeed the only alchemist in the guild – I was rightfully considering converting my hut into an alchemy lab in the first place. I flipped through the magic notebook to the "Guild Building" section that I had just added, and it listed the many options for a room that could be transformed: a dressroom for tailors, a kitchen for learning to cook, a tanner's workshop to make leathermaking more efficient, and so on; In addition to learning these life skills, a room can also be transformed into a training room for different adventurous professions to learn skills as needed – each class has its own training room; In addition to the training rooms for these specializations, some classes have their own dedicated training rooms, such as the Beast Tamer's pet training room. a concert hall dedicated to bards, and more; You can also convert a room into a different type of warehouse or a commercial facility like a blacksmith or grocery store; If you want, you can even set up the guild room as a dedicated meeting room, recreation room, beauty room, etc., which seem to be a public facility of little use. I tried to imagine what it would be like if a guild built all of these rooms - and I realized that it would have to build a whole new city to accommodate so many buildings.

Sometimes I feel that there seems to be a force in the world that has set up all sorts of goals that will never be attainable for us—in fact, the space-seekers—to stay in this world for longer, to spend a lot of time, energy, and money.

Sometimes I can't resist the vicious speculation that this could be an inglorious trick played by the creation gods of this world, just to keep more space-dders in this world and compete with other gods in the plane for the number of believers?

But this kind of absurd idea always can't stand the thought: you know, the omniscient Darymos can create the whole world, so what does he need so many mediocre and incompetent lowly beings for? And what can we do for him? What is he holding so many space-dders in this plane for?

To ask for their money?

What a joke!

……

With a variety of renovations and a dazzling array of renderings, you'll have to choose from over 300 options to find the one you want. And the most amazing thing about this is that you've added such a thick stack of contents to your notebook, but it hasn't changed in size or weight in the slightest — you know, that's a big reason why we call it the "magic notebook."

I had expected to have to dig through the two finger-thick pages for a while to find the contents of the Alchemy Lab, but luckily, in addition to flipping through the pages one by one, I was pleasantly surprised to quickly discover that the notebook also offered a search method called a "search bar". After searching for the "Alchemy Lab" modification option, I didn't hesitate to choose the "Confirm" option - in fact, I really should hesitate, at least before I chose to confirm, I should have looked at the cost of the entire renovation......

Suddenly. Streams of light blue light danced back and forth in my room, and every time it flashed a corner, it glowed brightly. After a few moments, the light faded, and then I was surprised to see that the whole room was ......

…… Belch...... It was exactly the same as before, nothing had changed: a small bed sat quietly at the base of the wall, a chair leaned against the window, and everything was exactly the same as when I first entered the room—not even a pinch of dust had been lost from the corner.

Actually, it can't be said that there has been no change at all, at least in my magic notebook, the name of this room has changed to "Jeffritz. Kidd's Alchemy Lab Level 1".

In this way, I had my own laboratory. Originally, I wanted to add a few pieces of fully functional and versatile experimental equipment to my mentor, Mr. Edgwell's laboratory, in order to continue my alchemical research, which had been stagnant for a long time. But it soon became clear that the imprudent decision I had just made had put me in a dilemma:

Although the war samurai is a very expensive profession, and I have to invest a lot of money in replacing various weapons and armor without constantly repairing equipment, buying various potions, and replacing various weapons and armor, after a long period of adventure, I have finally accumulated more than a thousand gold coins. Little did I know that just converting this room into a laboratory (in fact, just changing the name) would cost me a whole thousand gold coins. Now I only have more than fifty silver coins left in my heavy and thick money bag, not to mention the money to buy those high-end magic experiment equipment, even if I want to buy an ordinary beaker, I can only buy the smallest one.

In an instant, I went from an adventurer with a small amount of money to a shy poor bastard, and I simply thought of giving up on myself. I didn't do it, I just spent fifty silver coins to buy a "simple alchemy test table"—the only thing I could afford to have anything to do with "alchemy"—and I knew how this broken table with a few broken wooden boards and moth-eaten holes on it could be sold for such a sky-high price, and from the appearance it looked like the twin brother of the "humble wooden dining table" downstairs worth only fifteen silver coins— Even the hole in the table looked like it had been gnawed by the same moth.

After spending the money on my hand to a few copper plates, I finally calmed down. Remembering that there were loot in my backpack that I could sell for a little change—at least enough to cover the cost of repairing my equipment: well, thirty-nine Squatch furs, which might be worth a few silver coins...... Six bundles of Xingyue Grass, this is not even worth a silver coin...... Twelve vials of life potion, can't you buy this...... A fourteenth-level "Short Sword Decorated with Fighting Spirit", I originally wanted to keep it for use as a hidden weapon, but now I still sell it, and the junk weapon can be used anywhere...... And this...... And that ...... And also......

…… Hey, what is it?

Just as I was struggling with the cost of repairing my equipment, suddenly, in my backpack full of all sorts of cheap loot, I found four strangely shaped and uniquely shaped utensils. Some of them were crystal bottles connecting the inside and outside, some were double-helix pipes with oddly shaped stands, and still others were spherical parts from the corpse of the crazed mutant apothecary Wagner after we stopped his plan of destruction at the top of Mount Corkra. The four wacky gadgets are "Parts of the Fusion" one, two, three, and four.

It occurred to me that in my taskbar, there was still a task called "Installation of the Fusion". When I got the last part from Wagner, the task was not eliminated, but instead I was asked to "assemble the parts in an alchemy lab". It was only after a series of thrilling adventures that I had no chance to find a laboratory to explore the mysteries of alchemy, so much so that I almost forgot about the task.

Although the only alchemy-related item in this room is a dilapidated test bench that has been gnawed by insects and rats, it is nominal, anyway. It's an authentic alchemy lab. So, when I put the four "Fusion Parts" on the test bench, my taskbar suddenly changed - the task required me to put the four parts together in the correct order, and if the order was wrong, I had to reorder them until they were installed correctly. And the less I try throughout the installation, the higher the reward.

To be honest, I prefer this special quest with a bit of mathematical thinking and intellectual fun to those gruff adventures that require us to kill and set fires, and to take the heads or scalps of our enemies in exchange for rewards—in these cruel years of war and devastation, we seem to have become accustomed to death for honor, destruction for fame, and destruction for merit. Kill and be killed as the only theme and belief in life, and spare no effort to put it into practice.

At this time, a simple and interesting math game that suddenly popped up without too much burden seems to remind us that in this world, there is another way of life, which has nothing to do with fighting, nothing to do with life and death, nothing to do with hatred, nothing to do with harm, it is a calm and interesting life, so that we can use our minds not with our swords - but with our minds - to get another kind of joy in life.

I immediately jumped into this amazing task, which seemed more like a game to me. After the first few failures, I wasn't discouraged at all – in fact, I would have liked to have enjoyed the mind game a little more than I could have gotten my hands on a brand new piece of equipment. At that moment, I even wished that the longer I spent, the better, so that I could get more fun exploring and anticipation of the unknown.

I don't know if this was my luck or misfortune, but after I had only made my seventh attempt, an emerald green light shot out from these four parts, and the light and light gradually merged and intertwined, penetrating the four parts, gradually attracting each other, until the luminous parts of each part automatically combined, and finally assembled into a somewhat strangely shaped instrument. The light at the junction no longer spills outward, but circulates alternately through the connecting points through these parts, giving the whole appliance a radiant glow, and at this point, my first alchemical experimental instrument, the fused, is finally installed.

When the fusion device was assembled, a soft white light rose from under my feet, and a long-lost sense of warmth and fullness came over me. Looking back at my status, I realized that my alchemy skills, which had been stagnant for a long time at level 20, had been successfully upgraded with the successful installation of the Fusion Device—a sign that I had finally broken through a difficult threshold once again, and that my alchemy skills had taken a qualitative leap forward. I am delighted that a new window into the world is slowly opening to me.

I couldn't wait to grab the freshly assembled fester, eager to find out what was so special about this oddly shaped and ugly thing that could bring such a huge increase in my alchemical skills. On its far left are four flask racks with flameblowtorches, which can hold up to four different ingredients for heating at the same time. The gas from the heating of the raw material will pass through the double helix pipe, and there is a catalytic chamber where the pipes finally meet, and if necessary, the tail of a rat can be added to it, like mouse droppings, spider webs, gecko tails...... and so on. After passing through the valve. The pipe would propel into a square box that could be opened or completely closed, and during the experiment, various "elemental spirits" would be placed there—the various pure elemental fragments scattered around the world, which I had seen occasionally before, but I had never known that they had any purpose other than selling them for money—and on the other side of the square box was a spotlight pointing to the magical crystal bottle that was interconnected inside and out. In the other section of the crystal bottle is a tray for placing a gemstone.

At this time, I already had an additional task in my task bar to "complete the first elemental experiment", which prompted me: put five parts of evening primrose roots and three parts of dried petals of ghost star flowers into the flask to heat, add nine parts of slime worm snot to the catalytic chamber, put a "small piece of ash and stone essence" in the elemental box, and finally put a piece of ordinary obsidian in the tray to complete the first elemental test.

The materials needed for this experiment are still relatively common, and the harder ones to find are "small pieces of dust", which happens to have one left in my backpack. The only thing that makes me feel a little sad is that an ordinary piece of obsidian can be sold for more than thirty silver coins, which is a huge amount of money for me at this time, who is destitute at this time. Although once a great alchemist once said, "In the pursuit of knowledge and the path, every bit of truth is precious." "But...... More than 30 silver coins, this truth is inevitably too expensive for him, right?

Filled with resentment, I placed the obsidian on the tray and turned on the fester.

Two pale blue flames erupted out of thin air from the base under the two flasks containing the evening primrose root and the ghost star petals, respectively. As the flames scorched, a cloud of light purple gas emanated from the evening primrose roots, and at the same time, a dark red smoke evaporated from the potion soaked in the petals of the ghost star. As the gas escapes, we can see that the original material in the flask gradually darkens, eventually changing into a black-gray substance like charcoal gray.

Two colored gases, one purple and one red, entered the double spiral pipes along the channel at the top of the flask, and these two spiral tubes seemed to contain some kind of magic that we did not know, so that the gas entering them suddenly accelerated and flowed faster and faster, as if the two small spiral tubes contained two violent hurricanes were constantly dripping and gushing. Two gases erupted out of the pipe almost simultaneously, forced into a catalytic chamber filled with slime worm snot by the tremendous wind pressure. Soon, the slime in the catalytic chamber changed: they boiled like boiling water, and gradually changed to a color between red and purple, while the two gases that had been pouring in were mixed together and turned into a yellow-brown gas, which kept pouring into the elemental box containing small pieces of gray and stone essence.

As the yellow-brown gas poured in, the spotlight at the top of the crate gradually lit up. When the gas in the pipe completely poured into the elemental box, the spotlight suddenly burst out with a very bright light, and a sharp and straight yellow light like a bayonet pierced straight into the crystal bottle that was interconnected inside and outside - strange to say, the whole bottle was made of crystal clear crystal, the wall of the bottle was very brittle, the light transmittance was very good, and it could almost be said to be completely transparent, but after the light entered, it did not scatter a single bit, and it seemed to be completely swallowed up by the strange-shaped bottle.

The yellow light gradually coalesced into a ball of light in the bottle, attached to the inner wall of the bottle—oh, or the outer wall, they were all through anyway—and flowed slowly. The light clusters flowed faster and faster, until at last they were beyond the limits of what our eyes could track, giving the impression that the entire surface of the bottle was covered with a shimmering yellow light, as if it had been plated with a layer of gold. I don't know if it's an illusion, but I felt that the color of the light was getting purer and brighter, and at the same time some dull variegated colors seemed to be starting to escape from the surface of the strange vessel. It looks like the bottle is a tool that removes impurities by rotating at high speed, except that it is not used for purification, but light.

As the light swirled, the vessel grew brighter and brighter, until it was difficult to look at. It didn't make any sound, but I heard the howling of a hurricane. I subconsciously felt that the rotation of that light had reached a daunting tipping point, and the energy contained in it was completely unimaginable. Just as I began to worry that it would not be able to withstand such energy and make a devastating explosion, a bright yellow light burst from the center of the bottle like lightning, and in a trance, I seemed to see a long golden arrow shoot out of the bottle and slam into the obsidian on the tray......

……

Even though the light was fleeting, almost unreactive, the shock it caused made me feel as if a hundred years had passed. In fact, my eyesight was restored in an instant, but my mind was stagnant for a long time at that moment of light. It took me a while before I remembered to look at the results of this experiment:

I grabbed the obsidian from the tray and examined it carefully.

No, it's not an obsidian anymore!

"The Guardian Spirit of the Rock, used above level 30, increases defense by fifteen points, increases the chance of blocking by three percent, and reduces the chance of evasion by one percent."

Magic Crystal, I made a Magic Crystal!

(The text is only a little over 6,000 words, so you can say two more sentences.)

It took half a year to update, I despise myself, I'm sorry everyone!

My wife has been pregnant for half a year, and she runs around every day, and the code word has become a luxury for a long time - in fact, it is also a luxury until now.

As a man, getting married may be the most correct choice in my life; But as a writer, getting married is undoubtedly a devastating choice.

I pop up here again, just to tell everyone: I'm still alive, and there are no eunuchs in "Solo Travel" - although the gap with eunuchs is really not big.

Again: "Solo Travel" will not be a eunuch, maybe it will be updated very slowly, unimaginably slow and unbearable, but it will never be a eunuch. Even if only one person can watch it again, even if there is no one who can see it, even if it is ten years or a hundred years, as long as I am still here, "Solo Travel" will not be a eunuch.

Completing it, without any purpose, seems to be just one of my missions: I have created a world and some characters, and I am going to give them a result.

Little String brings the little string that is about to be born to bow to everyone. ）