"Merlin's beard!" Flamel sighed softly, deaf to the knock that sounded. The sun shone through the windows of the bell tower, blocked by thick curtains, and the attic was dim, and the old man's eyes were clinging to the end of a copper-gold microscope, obsessively admiring the patterns on the brass jars.

"Reversal Procedure..... Three layers of nesting.... No, there's another layer .... Hidden deeply, the dragon array ..... Again this wonderful arrangement, incomprehensible meaning, damn it, etc.... This paraphrase seems to have been seen there, yes! Mail, mail! The old cowboy rushed to the computer desk at a speed completely different from his age, and opened the email in Norma's system like lightning, which was an encrypted email from an unknown source, containing only a photo.

The parchment scroll of the photograph is filled with a disorderly arrangement of dragon scripts, which can only be interpreted if one grasps a certain reading order and an ancient text.

No doubt it was something from his hapless student. Although Flamel still cares about his students, this kind of energy-consuming encrypted email has always been read only when he is drinking, so that the old guy can switch between sober and drunk.

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"Thanks to Paracelsus," Flamel finally found the lengthy dragon word, ready to guess it in context, only to find that it was the last word in the email.

“........”

"Fake." Flamel slammed his fist into the expensive keyboard and spat out a lingua franca that had been on his lips as he crisscrossed the West.

"Tuk-tuk." That little bunny will knock on the door at this time? That old thing at Angers isn't that polite, Fingal?

Manstein? Or is it ..... The night watchman wrinkled his nose and opened the door with a hangover stagger.

A handsome young man stood at the door, holding a package in his arms, with a nervous face visible to the naked eye.

"Uh....." Lu Mingfei was entangled for a moment, bowed and said, "Ancestor is good." The night watchman's expression was obviously a little complicated, and he led Lu Mingfei in: "Chen Mo's little bastard asked you to come?" Lu Mingfei not only did not feel embarrassed by the night watchman's words, but felt a trace of kindness, touched his head and nodded.

"He just threw you in the academy? Students who take it themselves don't teach it themselves? ”

"That's right," Lu Mingfei nodded,

"The teacher told me to teach myself." The corners of the Night's Watchman's mouth twitched, as if he remembered something, but the old face as thick as the city wall could still hang it.

"Ahem," the old man cleared his throat,

"Self-study is a good habit to keep up." Lu Ming is not pitiful.

"If you have any questions, you can ask me." The Night's Watch added,

"Appropriate." Lu Mingfei was overjoyed, his eyebrows and face were all smiling.

"So what are you doing with me this old thing?" The old man sat back on the computer desk and opened the night watchman forum, and Lu Mingfei could clearly see his 'beautiful photos' on the pinned post

"This is something that the teacher asked me to send." Lu Mingfei handed over the package and looked around at the attic.

With a ten-tenth-death house atmosphere, those adult magazines seem to belong to a disgruntled adolescent.

The smell is similar. Although it was a little wrong to say this, it was the first word that appeared in Lu Mingfei's mind.

A teacher who deserves to be a teacher. The night watchman opened the package, which contained a notebook with a pure white coat and a black card.

The black card that had been returned to its original owner didn't make any waves in the hearts of the night watch, and what really shook him was the alchemy notes of the entire notebook.

Before the Night's Watch, two generations of mentors had written such priceless codexes, and now a few manuscripts are enough to fetch a sky-high price at a half-breed auction, and knowledge and collectible value are one aspect, and the buyers hope for the possible 'mysteries' in those original sheepskin manuscripts.

'The method of refining the Philosopher's Stone is hidden in the manuscript of the original Flamel'--- it is not without such rumors, and it is unknown whether anyone finally obtained the unknown mystery, but at this time, the depth and obscurity of the alchemy contained in the notebook are enough to drive the masters of each half-blood family to mad.

But in the notebook, not only knowledge was written, but also certain things, about the things in front of him, Lu Mingfei. The old man closed the pages of his notebook with complicated eyes, and sank into the soft sofa, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Have you seen this?" Lu Mingfei shook his head: "No, the teacher said that I couldn't understand it even if I read it, so I didn't read it." The night watchman nodded: "According to the post on the forum, you arrived at the school the day before yesterday?" ”

"I stayed in the school hospital for a day," Lu Mingfei smiled bitterly: "The dormitory I went to last night will send you something today, and this is the class schedule that the teacher asked me to hand over to you." The night watchman didn't react to the 'heavy' timetable, nodding absently.

"Did you feel anything wrong when you came out of the school hospital?"

"Isn't that right?"

"For example, the strange feeling when you have spiritual vision, have you learned spiritual vision?" A chill swept over the back of Lu Mingfei's head, a strange feeling!

The pinprick-like sense of peeping was pervasive, and it disappeared from the moment I stepped into the bell tower.

"Looks like you feel it?" The night watchman pulled out a bottle of whiskey from under the couch and pried the cap open with his teeth.

"Pay attention to the spiritual vision, adjust yourself, I don't want to say more, and you will understand everything at some point."

"Isn't the academy different from what it looks like on the outside?" Lu Mingfei hesitated for a while and asked this question.

"Different?" The night watchman took a sip of wine and laughed,

"Why do you think so?"

"According to my initial impression and the purpose of the academy, this place should be more like a military fortress or something, rather than a ......."

"And not as unpretentious as it is now, is it?"

"I also looked at the map at the school hospital, and I also visited the school before I came in the morning," Lu Mingfei spread his hands;

"Looks like a normal university, studying dragons."

"Isn't it normal to just study dragons?" The old cowboy laughed heartily.

"It looks too easy here," Lu Mingfei muttered with his head in his hands: "Except for not caring about reasonable funny and romantic fans, in normal anime, no matter which academy is ready to save the world, it is not like this." ”

"The purpose of the academy is not to save the world," the old man slammed the wine bottle on the table.

"Slaying a dragon is not the same as saving the world."

"Is there any difference?"

"Would you lose your life to save the world?" Flamel waved his hand: "Go yourself, numbness." ”