Yuna's surgery lasted until late at night.

Noren watched from the sidelines when the operation was done, and Luo Zhen did not shy away from suspicion, allowing him to observe his studio and surgery.

Luo Zhen was undoubtedly a very good surgeon, first anesthetizing Yuna and then docking the doll suspensory wire and special prosthetic limbs to her legs.

This process requires a part of the doll's suspensory silk to be buried in Yuna's flesh, so she had to re-cut the wound on her leg that was about to heal, but fortunately the anesthesia was given in advance, otherwise everyone would have to faint in pain.

This was the first time Nolan witnessed the coupling of the human body with a foreign object, and after this meticulous operation, a tailor-made prosthetic leg was successfully attached to Yuna's leg.

The main body of the prosthetic is a lightweight, highly adaptable spirit wood, on the basis of which Luo Zhen has done human body simulation and collision buffer treatment, and the surface of the prosthetic is close to skin color and even has an elastic texture similar to flesh.

After the operation, not only Yuna's face was pale, but Luo Zhen was also sweating profusely, but he didn't have time to drink a glass of water, continued to explain the postoperative maintenance matters to her, and handed her the secret of puppet manipulation in person.

Looking at this operation alone, Luo Zhen is definitely one of the best surgeons in the Roland Empire.

Noren was satisfied with the outcome of the operation, and after thanking Luo Zhen again, he took Yuna back to the alchemy workshop.

Before telling her to rest well and help her close the door, Yuna stopped Nolan, looked at him seriously and said, "Thank you." ”

The secret of puppetry is so valuable. In her heart, Nolan must have spent a lot of money to reach a deal with Luo Zhen.

He didn't lie to himself.

"Don't worry, it's our equivalent exchange." Nolan smiled slightly, "Good night, I wish you a good dream." ”

Today, after going through exams, assassinations, and negotiations, he was really tired, and after returning to his room, he climbed into bed and soon fell asleep.

In the endless chaos and darkness, in a trance, he returned to his childhood.

The dilapidated, mottled orphanage sits in the middle of nowhere, and its income comes from subsidies from the lord's mansion and money left over from adults when they adopt children.

As one of the many orphans raised in an orphanage, he was required to be obedient and docile since he was a child, in order to be favored by adults and adopted faster.

Of course, he also wanted to leave the orphanage, and the living conditions in the orphanage could only be regarded as barely subsisting.

But he didn't want to be adopted into a bad and poor family, and when the adults were selecting the children, he was also silently selecting the adults.

If he came to choose an adult who had a bad temper at first glance or had average family conditions, he would deliberately squat in the corner and pretend to be dying to avoid the selection, and no one would want to adopt a sick imp home.

The other orphans laughed at him for being a fool, and he pitied them for just moving from one hell to another, so what difference did it make if they didn't go?

He was patient until one day when he was seven years old, a middle-aged man in a black robe and an Ouroboros badge came to the orphanage.

I heard the nurse in the courtyard say that this adult is a noble alchemist, and he is not here to adopt a child, but just to talk to the dean about something.

He knew that his opportunity had come, and that the book of omniscience, which had existed in his mind since he had been born again, finally came into use.

When the alchemist finished talking about business and visited the orphanage with the dean, he stopped in front of them under the shocked gaze of countless friends.

"Nolan!" The dean scolded, "This lord will not be your father, step back quickly!" ”

The alchemist looked at him with interest, unlike the other unkempt orphans, at least the child was now keeping himself clean.

"My dream is to become an alchemist, and I think I have the talent."

He met the dean's displeased gaze and said, "You can test me, if I satisfy you, please take me away, I want to be your apprentice." ”

The alchemist was amused by the child's child's words, and with the intention of teasing him, he took out a dark green potion from his bosom and said, "Then I'll test you—do you know what this is?" ”

"Primary Recovery Potion."

"Yes, you've seen this kind of alchemy potion before?"

"Yes, sir."

"Do you know what's in this potion? To become my apprentice, this is the most basic knowledge. ”

This problem is difficult for strong people, and ordinary seven-year-old children can't even recognize medicinal herbs, or even know what they contain, how can they know what ingredients they contain?

Unexpectedly, he stretched out his hand: "Can you let me take a look?" ”

The alchemist was surprised and handed the potion over.

He took the potion, looked at it, opened the cork and sniffed it, and finally drank the whole bottle of the potion with a bang!

"Nolan, you're crazy!" The dean let out an angry roar, even if he sold this kid, it would not be enough to repay this bottle of potion!

He wiped his mouth and replied with a calm expression: "It's bitter and astringent, and it's a little cool." It is like a mixture of earth vines, life leaves, and mint flowers. ”

The alchemist raised an eyebrow: "Have you tasted these herbs?" ”

"I haven't tasted it, but I have seen the introduction of these medicinal materials in the album before, and I guessed it."

"So you guessed it?"

"So I think I have a talent for it. My lord, I still like to read, but unfortunately there are not many books here. ”

"It's good to like to read." The alchemist nodded, "My name is Rasti Vises, what's your name?" ”

"My name, then, is Nolan Wises."

Rasti turned to the shocked dean and said, "I want this kid." ”

……

The gentle morning light hit the bedside, and Nolan opened his eyes from the dream.

He sat at the head of the bed for a few minutes before he came to his senses and walked out of the room to wash his face.

Just after an operation, there was no movement in Yuna's room, presumably still resting, Nolan didn't bother her and came to another room.

This is the bedroom of the former owner of the Alchemy Workshop and his deceased teacher, Rasti Vyses.

Things have been too busy these days, and only now has he had time to take stock of the workshop and sort out Rasti's inheritance.

Rasti's bedroom was a mess that conformed to the stereotypical image of an alchemist, and although alchemy-related books were not stored here, but in the study, notes, drawings, and experimental records were scattered all over the room.

Nolan walked into the room with a sack and swept Rasti's personal belongings inside.

Ten years later, his alchemy level had far surpassed that of Rasti, and the room full of notes and experimental records was nothing more than useless waste paper to him, far less attractive than the pile of gold coins hidden under the bed.

After a rough cleaning of the room, he went to the boiler room to make a fire and threw the paper garbage into the fire and burned it in a centralized manner.

During the incineration, he found an old brown-skinned notebook from the sack, and wanted to subconsciously throw it into the fire, but finally stopped by surprise.

He had an impression of the notebook, which was Rasti's diary.

After hesitating for a while, he opened his diary and quickly followed the date to find something related to him:

Sixty-seven years of the Rowland calendar.

On June 20th, at the invitation of the client, I visited his orphanage, where I met a very special child, and I decided to adopt him and see how much he could surprise me.

July 16,...... I was so surprised by Nolan's performance, he really likes to read books and loves alchemy, it's hard to imagine a seven-year-old child being so fascinated by these boring knowledge. He's making rapid progress, is he really a genius?

October 10,...... Let's talk about Nolan, today he told me that he has read almost all the books, he is very literate, he was an orphan in the orphanage four months ago, and he has not received a systematic general education.

December 28. At the end of the year, I conducted the usual assessment of my four alchemy apprentices. The other three of my students were so stupid, they were much older than Nolan, but none of them knew how to understand Nolan.

……

Sixty-eight years of the Roland calendar.

On the 8th of May, Nolan memorized the theory backwards, and I think he was able to start putting it into practice, but he was only eight years old, and he had a hard time even stirring the boiler, and his clumsy appearance looked really funny.

On August 17th, sometimes I would think when I looked at him pounding medicine, could he be the reincarnation of a powerful alchemist? He's the most gifted alchemy apprentice I've ever met, and I'm afraid there aren't many people in this world who have more talent than him.

On December 29th, at the end of the year, I conducted the usual assessment of my four apprentices. Nolan's level has completely surpassed that of his senior brothers, and I am happy and anxious about it.

I don't have much more to teach him.

Sixty-nine years of the Roland calendar.

On the 7th of July, I began to be a little scared to talk to Nolan, I couldn't catch his strange questions one after another, his ideas were too jumpy, like a madman.

On November 22, Nolan came to me to complain, and he lifted his clothes to reveal bruises, saying that Peter had been bullying him lately.

Peter was also only fifteen years old, the second youngest apprentice here, and I thought they had always gotten along well. I don't think I need to worry too much about the fights between children.

December 30th.

After the exam, Nolan came to me and he wanted me to stop Peter's bullying of him, how many times this month?

I went to ask Peter, and Peter said it was because Nolan didn't respect their seniors that he would punish him slightly. This reason is reasonable enough, and I don't want my students to be arrogant and forget the basic courtesy of being a person and respecting their teachers.

……

Seventy years of the Roland calendar.

On the Fourth of April, I suspected that Nolan was crazy, and he actually said that he was now capable of becoming an official alchemist? How could I possibly write a letter of recommendation for a little imp who just turned ten?

He was so arrogant that he forgot who he was and who adopted him from the orphanage. I reprimanded him harshly, while the other apprentices watched, and at that moment I regained my majesty as a teacher.

On October 4th, it has been half a year since the last lecture to Nolan, and after that, he has really reined in, is no longer so public, and respects me a lot. Sure enough, the child must be strictly disciplined, and he is a genius.

……

Seventy-one years of the Roland calendar.

On October 21, the plague in Linfeng City lasted for more than two months, and we successfully prepared an antidote to the plague, and the situation in the city has improved a lot, but only Peter still has a high fever after drinking the antidote, and he is particularly sick.

On October 22, Peter died, and we burned his body for a simple funeral.

On November 7, the weather turned cold and the plague ended. Because I participated in the development of the antidote to the plague, the Alchemy Society is ready to give me a chance, as long as I can complete the assessment of the Society, I can be promoted to become a high-level alchemist!

……

Seventy-two years of the Roland calendar.

On February 18, I had been experimenting for three months, and there was still no progress in the research on the assessment topic. In order to neutralize the toxins of the Dragon Flame Fruit, the Spirit of Frost needs to be added, but this will also greatly reduce the effect of the Dragon Flame Fruit itself, is there no way to get the best of both worlds?

On the Fourth of May, with only three days left before the death line, I wrote to my old friend Alander for help and finally perfected my recipe...... So be it, I did my best.

On May 5th, Nolan gave me a stack of notes with some hesitation, he happened to see my assessment topic yesterday, so he rushed out a recipe overnight.

This is a piece of his heart, but the assessment of a senior alchemist is not a child's play, his formula thinking is completely different from mine, and it is impossible to change it now.

On May 6th, I tried to reproduce Nolan's formula in the lab, and although it failed halfway through, there was no denying the possibility of success...... But my recipe has already been submitted, and maybe there is more than one correct answer.

On May 25, the Alchemy Society announced the results of the assessment, and I failed.

Why is this happening? Why is this happening? Why is this happening? Why is this happening? Why is this happening?

On May 26th, I submitted Nolan's recipe.

On June 20, the director of the Alchemy Society approached me and said that the second version of the recipe was correct, but my assessment was over, and I lost the opportunity to become a senior alchemist.

But what can I do? That's not my recipe, it's the result of just one night spent by my students!

This student of mine is only 12 years old this year!

Am I not as good as a twelve-year-old imp? Impossible, absolutely impossible.

On June 22, Nolan came to inquire about my subject, and his confident and expectant eyes seemed to be waiting for my compliment, while I felt nothing but disgust and irritation.

I reprimanded him, his expression changing from dazed to disappointed. I have some regrets, but also some pleasures.

In any case, he is my apprentice, and his future destiny is in my hands, and he will never get my recommendation to become an official alchemist if I want to.

That's why he's here to please me. Once I let him go on his own, I could almost imagine his arrogance with nothing to look at me.

I don't allow that to happen.

I confess that I was jealous of his talents.

No, I'm terrified of his talents.

I shouldn't have adopted him in the first place.

If only he had died in the plague.

……

Scenes from the past emerge from memory like a marquee, and Nolan flips the yellowed pages of the book, watching the relationship between master and apprentice go from intimacy to breakdown.

……

Seventy-three years of the Roland calendar.

…… I couldn't see Nolan as my student anymore, and he seemed to sense my attitude and no longer opened up to me, and there was a thick barrier between us that couldn't talk.

Seventy-four years of the Roland calendar.

…… Noren has something to hide from me, he often secretly tinkers with some alchemy props, I don't care, and I don't have any interest in knowing, he just needs to complete the alchemy tasks I give him every day.

Seventy-five years of the Roland calendar.

…… I was no longer interested in the study of alchemy, and I felt that my life was meaningless when I realized that no matter how hard I tried, I could not keep up with the progress of a genius.

Seventy-six years of the Roland calendar.

…… As Nolan grew older, he began to openly rebel against me, and instead of writing him letters of recommendation, he secretly approached other alchemists, trying to dissolve my mentorship and apprenticeship with me.

Of course, my peers wouldn't offend me for an apprentice, it's not in order. Nolan's plan didn't work out, but he made me lose face, I raised this white-eyed wolf for so many years, and now he has hard wings, and he wants to leave when he pats his ass?

I had people teach him a hard lesson, and I can't forget the way he looked at me that day.

I know, that's hatred.

……

Seventy-seven years of the Roland calendar.

…… I wanted to kill him, and that thought was getting stronger and stronger in me lately.

Nolan is a genius, I can't keep him in my hands forever, and if he is out of my grasp, he will take revenge on me.

Even if he doesn't take revenge on me, I don't want to see him do anything more brilliant than mine.

Then I had to kill him, he was an orphan raised by me, and if it weren't for me, he would have died in the slum in an unknown ditch.

I went back to the lab after two years, and this time I was refining nothing else but a bottle of poison.

I couldn't drag it any longer, so I decided to do it.

Don't blame me, Nolan.

You are my inner demon, I can't get over this hurdle, and continuing this twisted relationship will only make both of you feel tormented.

It's time to put an end to this.

If there is an afterlife, I hope you and I will never see each other again.

……

The diary finally came to an end, and Nolan threw it into the fire, letting the orange-yellow flames consume the memories of the past.

Rasti was his titular adoptive father and his initiation teacher of alchemy, arguably the first, and perhaps the only, person in this world who could be considered a relative.

I believe that at the beginning, Rasti also sincerely treated him as his own child.

So, which wrong step led to the current rupture between master and apprentice?

Maybe it started when he allowed himself to be bullied by other apprentices, maybe it started when he was jealous of his talent, maybe it started when he didn't write letters of recommendation for himself, or maybe it started with ......

Ten years have not made the two more like relatives, but have made them strangers and kill each other.

The alchemy weapon "Magician Duelist", which he spent a few years secretly building, was initially his teacher Rasti.

And almost a few days after he had made the duelist, Rasti poisoned his dinner.

Fortunately, thanks to the omniscient book that automatically analyzed the recipe of the poison in the soup, he was able to escape this fate, and the master-apprentice relationship that had existed in name only was completely broken at this moment.

That night he sat down on the ground, watching the figures rolling in the flames and screaming to be burned to ashes like garbage thrown into the fire, without any mood swings in his heart, empty and empty with only an endless view of relief.

Noren, the former alchemist apprentice, is dead, and a new alchemist, Nolan, is reborn from the flames.

After burning the garbage, he brought the escalator and unloaded the "Russ Alchemy Workshop" hanging on the lintel of the workshop, and installed the brand new "Nolan Alchemy Workshop".

It's a new beginning. He wiped a handful of sweat and stood silently under the warm morning sun.

I didn't feel sorry for anyone and I wouldn't let anyone bully me.

Now, all the obstacles are gone. I'm going to climb up one step at a time and let everyone know that a genius alchemist has been born.

That genius's name was Nolan Wieses.