Solid pad, the "guardian point essence of the rock" that the pattern block has just become a net sect has no great value at all:

It is only available to adventurers above level 30, and when an adventurer reaches level 30, his trinket slot is often "Tiger's Pendant" with 75 points of attack and 3% increase in attack speed. "Or the "True Black Pearl" that increases 150 mana and 55 magic damage, or the "Ring of Strength" that increases 35 defense and 92 health, and these items are not very hard to obtain. Just the stat bonus of fifteen points of defense and three percent of the chance to block is really not going to make an attraction to an already experienced adventurer, let alone pay a 1% chance to evade.

However, for the alchemy I studied, it was a leap forward: it marked the first step in my alchemical skills beyond the narrow confines of the purely material realm and into the ethereal world of magic. Since then, a whole new world of scholarship has opened up to me. It allows me to re-observe and understand this wonderful world from a broader perspective, which is an exciting step forward for a young man who is eager to learn, has lofty ideals, and is willing to dedicate his youth and enthusiasm to exploring the mysteries of the world.

What's more, what an exhilarating way to make money for a beautiful stone made of raw materials that together are worth less than one gold coin can be sold for three gold coins in a grocery store, and for a poor man who has only the last handful of copper left in his pocket, and who has no money to repair his clothes when they are torn to the point of dew."

The rest is simple. I used the only three gold coins I had on hand plus a handful of change to buy a few more small pieces of Gray Earth Stone Essence Dust and Dan Black Yao Stone from the guild auctioneer, and then ran back to my laboratory upstairs in a hurry, and after a moment of green light, I ran downstairs with a few freshly baked "Rock Guardian Essences" and threw them to the grocery store owner, and then I could use more money to buy more Essence Dust and Black Shine Stones, make more magic crystals, and sell more gold coins,"

I know the above text must seem boring to you, but, hey, trust me, the whole process is far more fun than you think, especially when the grocery store owner puts a stack of gold coins in your hand, and these cute pieces of golden metal rub against each other to make a crisp "bang-la-la-la" sound, you feel that it is all very worth it.

I didn't want to get rich overnight this way, you know, I've always been a restrained and introspective person, and I don't want my greed for money to change my good qualities, in fact, if I can make three or five million gold coins this way. I'm already satisfied.

However, even this small, justifiable, and ungreedy desire is difficult to satisfy in the face of the cruel reality:

On the one hand, after a dozen transactions. I have swept away the dust and dust with the lowest asking prices in the auction market, and the remaining asking prices have greatly exceeded my expectations; On the other hand, for a grocery store owner, when he buys a certain item in more than a certain amount, his offer becomes lower and lower until it makes you unprofitable. When I sold the nine hundred and seventy-two homemade magic crystals, I found that at the lowest price of the remaining raw materials in the auction market and the purchase price of the grocery store, I could only earn one-sixth of the copper plate by selling a magic crystal, and the evening primrose and ghost star petals were sold in bundles, so when used one by one, their unit price was far less than a copper plate, which was more profitable than squatting at the gate of the city and killing chickens and plucking chicken feathers to sell for money

Even so, when I decided to give up the business, I already had more than 2,000 gold coins on me, which was not only enough to repair my equipment, but also allowed me to buy a few more useful experimental equipment for my alchemy laboratory.

Leaving aside the bleak commercial prospects of the "Guardian Spirit of the Rock", the success of the fusion experiment opened the door to a whole new academic field for me. I was thrilled by the fact that magical elements and ordinary matter could be artificially fused with each other, and at the same time deeply stimulated my curiosity and curiosity.

The desire to explore the mysteries of the world made me anxious to rush to the city of Campunavia to ask for help from my esteemed alchemy teacher, Mr. Edgwell,

At all times, Mr. Edgwell's laboratory is a dangerous place, risking the lives of every guest who comes to visit. You know, I've been to many Demon Cave Beast Forests, and I've faced many dangerous situations, but even so, this dilapidated two-story building is one of the most dangerous places I've ever been. In fact, just before I could muster up the courage to climb his crumbling building, a powerful explosion had just ended, and thick black smoke rose into the sky, pouring out from the ceiling that had been blown up for an unknown number of years, and I couldn't help but feel a chill behind my back.

,, well, I admit it. Maybe it didn't end so "coincidentally" I stood downstairs and waited until the expected explosion was over and I was sure that the house would not collapse in a short time

Go up to the second floor. Mr. Edgewell, unkempt and charred, looked at me kindly, opened his mouth and exhaled a puff of black smoke, showed his mouth full of snowy teeth, and said to me with that unforgettable signature smile and a kind tone that has not changed for thousands of years:

"Don't worry. It was just a small accident

No matter what time of year it is. No matter how violent an explosion he has experienced, no matter how close his life has just come back from the brink of death, our venerable Mr. Edgewicht will always be so calm, and this kind of calmness and calmness from the heart can only be achieved by a master who is truly focused on the soul and resolute, and this makes me not full of respect for the great scholar before me.

Of course, if he could wipe the large piece of black sludge from the explosion on his nose, clean the eye droppings from the corners of his eyes a little, and put on a coat that didn't have so many patches and didn't have the wrong buttons, maybe he would look more mastery

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I think that of all the people I know, there are two so-called "Frankensteins" who hover between the great and the mad, and it is difficult to evaluate. "One of them is the apothecary Wagner, and the other is the master alchemist in front of me, Mr. Edgewell. One of them is a poison maniac who wants to confine the whole world to an endless death, and the other is a bomb maniac who seems to cause a violent explosion if anything is put together; One completely confuses the concepts of life and death, trying to exchange eternal death for a deformed eternal life, while the other seems to have no concept of life or death at all, casually throwing his life into the endless explosions. It's hard to tell which of these two people is more like a pure madman than the other, and if you just think about it from the attitude towards your own life, I think it seems to be a little crazier in hindsight.

In order to make sure that I could get out of here safely before the next explosion, I rushed to Mr. Edgwell without a second of delay and hurriedly said:

"Sir, I have found a tool that fuses ordinary matter with magical elements to create a substance with magical properties.

However, I only have a simple recipe. I hope to learn more about the magic fusion technique and recipes from you, and I hope you can help me. ”

"Magic Fusion". Mr. Edgwell lowered his head, and as he walked back, he gently patted the door of his brain, which was already showing a clear tendency to lose, and muttered under his breath. He hadn't been thinking for long, but for someone who knew he was sitting next to a large time bomb. I felt as if he had been thinking about it for ten years In fact, all the time I waited, my eyes were fixed on the bottle of pink preparation being heated by the furnace on the bench. I promise that if it makes any noise or something, I won't hesitate to jump through the window behind me as soon as possible! What? Am I not afraid of breaking my leg, you ask? Oh. Divine Being, don't you realize how thankful it is to leave this two-story building, which is always in danger of explosions, and still have one leg left intact to break off?

"Oh, I remember, thank goodness, our beloved master alchemist finally remembered the clue to the magic fusion technique before I jumped off the building.

I remember that I had an ancient alchemy notebook that detailed the principles and materials of the magic fusion technique. I'm sure it will definitely help you. I think I'm going to put it in my study and let's go find it

So saying, Mr. Edgwell led me downstairs at this time. The potion that I couldn't tell what it was had been roasted on the stove all the time, and the pink liquid in the test tube had begun to boil hysterically, as if it was about to break through the fragile walls of the test tube, and there was a very thick gray smoke, and the most terrifying thing was that Mr. Edgwell didn't even look at his half-run experiment, and paced slowly downstairs without looking back.

I felt a chill over the bottle of the unknown liquid that was bubbling and screeching slightly, and I immediately took three steps and two steps, and rushed downstairs before Mr. Edgwell could go downstairs and, most importantly, before the enormous energy contained in the potion exploded.

Did I tell you how incredible Mr. Edgewell's house was? I've never seen a house that looks like a garbage heap to be exact, with broken furniture, broken utensils, scattered books, cross-stream oil, and enough to qualify as "garbage," piled up five or six hours high. Almost down your calves. I can't imagine how Mr. Edgwell managed to make this a desolate place, and I don't think even a hundred men working on it for a hundred years might not be able to make this place a little more chaotic than it is now, and that Mr. Edgwell did it alone Such a miracle is even more amazing than the deepest and most arduous alchemical experiment.

If it weren't for the owner of this room leading the way, I bet I would never have found out where his "study" was. Standing in the "door" of this study, which has long since lost its door panels. Well, I felt that the only difference was that there was less garbage in the house than in the big house. …

"I remember I put that notebook in the drawer of my desk, young man, help me find out where my desk is." Mr. Edgwell walked into the room, his eyes searching the room.

"I looked at the pieces of wood all over the floor at your desk, and replied with a wry smile that it seemed to be all over the floor."

"Then leave it alone, obviously, the small plan to find the notes in the drawer of the desk is a completely impossible task, the old alchemist waved his hand, "I think, I'll look for it again."

Mr. Edgwell's search was fruitful, and he soon found two folded sheets of paper under half of the table legs, which I guess he used to pad the legs of the table, and then found a ball of paper stained with oil from a broken plate with numerous gaps On the plus side, the scruffy guy finally knew how to wipe the dishes after eating, and finally pulled out a large handful of shredded paper from a smelly sock with two holes in one toe Well, I'll admit it, I couldn't guess what the scraps of paper were for, and the foul smell of the shredded pieces of paper, yellowed by some suspicious liquid, made me no interested in guessing their usefulness.

Unfortunately, when Mr. Edgwell delivered the scraps to me, the quest prompt asked me to put them back together. Even though this side puzzle quest is very simple and increases my soul power by 500 points, I'd rather pinch my nose with one hand and point to the sun and swear that I don't expect me to complete this quest a second time.

Ultimately. We found a manuscript of more than twenty pages of alchemical notes from the messy garbage in the room, and I cursolutly flipped through it, which mainly recorded some basic principles and technical methods of magic fusion technology, which was undoubtedly very suitable for me as a beginner in magic fusion technology. It's just a bit of a shame to me: it's still not a complete magical notebook. There are still many mutilations on it. In particular, some of the recipes for beginner and intermediate magic items have been lost. And that's the most important thing in this notebook for me so far.

"Maybe it's the mischievous children of the city," Mr. Edgwell, looking at the mutilated notes, without showing the slightest annoyance or regret, explained to me with a loving smile, only, "you know. The little ones are always energetic, and they like to sneak in and complete a little adventure and take away a novelty souvenir or two. Go and ask around town, young man, and perhaps you will find some scattered scrolls from them. ”

When he finished speaking, my magic notes changed again, and a new quest called "Scattered Scrolls" appeared in the notes. It asked me to visit the children of Campunavian and find from them fifteen chapters of alchemical notes scattered throughout the city. Once the quest is completed, I will be rewarded with more than 1,300 soul powers, as well as the alchemy recipes contained in these notes.

With the half of Mr. Edgwell's magic notebooks painstakingly dug out of his own garbage heap, I embarked on the arduous path of continuing the search for scientific truth. My revered alchemy mentor didn't send me out, in fact, when he told me where the other notes went. Without even saying a polite word, he went upstairs without looking back, and plunged headlong back into his colorful and dangerous alchemical experiments, without even having time to hear me say "thank you"

This is my teacher, and there are only two things that are important in his life: the truth, and the disciples who are as happy to pursue the truth as I am. For the truth, he has the courage to explore and pursue it tirelessly, even if he risks his own life, and his haggard and busy figure is deeply reflected in his humble laboratory; And the only thing that could take him off the lab bench was the students' requests for advice. He did not hesitate to spend his precious time on stupid and clumsy disciples like me, brushing away the dust and sand that obscured my eyes again and again, and showed me a way to the mysteries of the world, and he did not even want to accept our gratitude.

Truth and Students. Research and education are probably the two main themes that run through Mr. Edgwell's life. He's the kind of pure scholar. It is the kind of person who completely downplays the worldly fame and fortune and entrusts his life to his lifelong beliefs and pursuits. Despite his somewhat withdrawn personality, he has enough reason to win the respect and love of everyone.

Walking out of the overgrown courtyard, I quietly closed the broken iron gate at the entrance of the courtyard, and then turned back with admiration and glanced affectionately at the dilapidated two-story building behind me. Yes, it is a dilapidated building, but it is also a temple of light, a temple of lifelong pursuit and dreams of a brilliant soul. Under the setting sun, the brilliant glow envelops this simple hut, adding a layer of solemn color to it, which makes people awe-inspired.

"Boom" A dazzling flash of fire flashed, and thick black smoke erupted from the roof, rushing towards the sky high in embarrassment.

Well, I admit, the house may not look as stately as I say it is

Not at all!