In order to welcome the first-year students, St. Lawrence College will hold a grand festival soon after the opening of the school - the Holy Fire Festival to celebrate, the festival is also a rare open day for St. Lawrence College, the parents of students and emissaries from all over the world will receive an invitation in gilt font on a red background, and Her Majesty Xià, the Empress of the Yang Yan Empire, Elizabeth III will also be present at the ceremony.

"We won't do this kind of work, it's a weak soul!"

In the underground alchemy workshop of the academy, Nagi, whose face was blackened by the dense floating dust in the air and the sweat that was constantly falling due to the high temperature, threw the measuring cylinder and shovel in his hand onto the alchemy table, and shouted to the sky.

"Do your job!"

Professor Wendy was using the alchemy circle to transform a whole piece of charcoal into extremely uniform crumbs, and when she heard Nagi's complaints, she yelled at Nagi without raising her head as she manipulated the circle on the alchemy table.

"Woo woo woo~"

What Nagi and all the alchemy masters are working on is a new invention called gunpowder, which was invented by a poor alchemist of the Yang Yan Empire who was not very talented. In fact, the appearance of this thing was a complete coincidence, the poor alchemist just mixed a certain amount of saltpeter charcoal and sulfuric acid, and then heated it on a fire in the hope of developing a new potion, and this time the failed potion produced an unprecedented explosion, and the alchemist also died in the real yàn.

For a high-level alchemist like Wendy, explosions are commonplace for them, but the main reason for Wendy's explosions is also related to the alchemy materials they use. Precious materials with a high magic content, such as the wings of night bats and the fangs of molten hounds, can easily be infused with the magic of an alchemist in the real yàn, and the violent magic conflict is likely to cause the magic to run wild, and then cause an explosion. But gunpowder is different, its three main materials are all materials with little magic that can be easily obtained by ordinary people, and as long as they are mixed in proportion, even if there is no magic to ignite, they can cause an amazing explosion.

The Alchemist Consortium of Mages and St. Lawrence College conducted an in-depth study of the new discovery of gunpowder, but the end result was disappointing, in fact, this kind of thing did not really help alchemy except to make an explosion. However, this group of famous alchemists in the pan-continent is not completely without success, and they have made a very interesting gadget - fireworks.

At the festival of the Pan Continent, people often spend a lot of money to hire a large group of magicians, and then ask them to release a variety of gorgeous spells to add to the atmosphere of the festival, the fireballs exploding in the air, the arcane missiles that go straight into the sky, are wonderful scenery that can only be understood in the night sky. However, there are only a handful of excessive ** with abundant magic power like Mr. Edward, Professor Devon, and Martina in the Pan Continent, and most mages have to rely on meditation to recover their magic after releasing five or six fireballs a day. Moreover, being able to release several spells in a row like the above ones without breathing is also fantastical in the eyes of ordinary mages, and it takes a lot of experience to chant for half a day before an ordinary mage can rub out a decent fireball.

Fireworks are not like mage spells, they do not require magic or chanting, and making zuò fireworks is significantly more affordable than hiring a mage. Unfortunately, in the eyes of an alchemist like Wendy, fireworks are nothing more than a pointless trickery, and after reporting the matter to the Magic Association and the Academy, no one has delved into gunpowder.

But Wendy doesn't care, just because others don't care, like Mr. Edward, who was the Minister of Magic for a long time, but never enjoyed the Flame Festival. Why? Because poor Mr. Edward has to take a few professors to fly in the sky all night to release a series of spells such as fireball, fire explosion, and fire ring for the guests to watch, even if he is as evil as him, such continuous casting can make Mr. Edward, who is now old, unable to slow down for a few days.

"This year, your alchemy department must make enough fireworks for the festival. ”

Just a few days ago, Professor Edward took several carts of raw materials to fill the entire alchemy workshop, and then he personally made half of it for Shiyàn, and Wendy, who was confused by the sight in front of him, gave the order.

"No, I don't. ”

Wendy crossed her arms across her chest and refused decisively without mercy.

"Do you want this year's funding?"

Mr. Edward had expected this research maniac to say this, and he smiled confidently, touching his beard and pretending to ask.

"You're fucking blackmail, old bastard!"

Wendy immediately exploded, she ripped off her goggles and threw them on the ground, jumping up and pointing at Mr. Edward's big round nose and scolding.

"That's right, it's blackmail, hehehe~"

Then Mr. Edward, who was old and undisciplined, decisively admitted.

What is called Xiucai encountering soldiers, it is unreasonable? What is called a leader playing **, and God can't stop it? Wendy will be regarded as a teacher, she has lived for three hundred years, but she only thinks that she has never seen such a brazen person!

In order to welcome the Sacred Fire Festival, the alchemy workshop was completely shut down, and Wendy and Nagi and other alchemist friends began the tedious work of making gunpowder and fireworks day and night.

"It's finally done~"

Under the watchful eyes of all the alchemy instructors, Nagi carefully held the last firework bomb and placed it in a special wooden box, and then she turned her head and looked at the group of happy colleagues, tears streaming down her eyes.

"That's right, we did it, we did it. ”

Wendy covered the wooden box, and then a sturdy male tutor picked up the wooden box and placed it on the neatly stacked, mountain-like wooden box, and the work of the alchemy workshop was officially over.

"Wendy! We're going to take a leave of absence tomorrow!

Nagi pounced on Wendy, and the smaller High Elf almost fell to the ground without standing still, Nagi pleaded with her dirty little face rubbing Wendy's equally dark face. In fact, for the past few days, Wendy has been running to her house early in the morning to pull Nagi off the comfortable cot who is about to wake up naturally, and then staring at her inseparably throughout the day to make sure that she will not sneak away from work.

"Hmph, you're the most troublesome!"

Wendy pursed her lips and hit Nagi's head with her face.

"From today onwards, until the end of the Sacred Fire Festival, the members of the Alchemy Department must be on time for the whole day—on vacation!

Wendy first announced to everyone with a stern face, but in the middle of her words, she suddenly changed her words, grinned widely, and said with an undisciplined smile.

"Hooray!"

Nagi took the lead, and the alchemy instructors who had been working hard for several days chanted long live. Then, without knowing what it was up to, everyone rushed up, lifted Wendy and Nagi, two special little guys, and threw them into the sky together, caught them, and then threw them up.

"Respect the professor, bastard!"

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?

Wendy and Nagi's angry screams mingled with the laughter and laughter of the others, and the entire alchemy workshop was filled with joy.

Today, there are less than three days left until the Great Flame Festival.