book of old days

Chapter 68 Alchemy and Squibs
The night was dark, the moonlight fell on the snow, reflecting silvery light, and the treetops were covered with ice edges and snow, which also made the forest in front of me a little more magical and beautiful.

Sean stepped on the sound of creaking snow, wrapped in a fur coat, and strolled in the forest. The snow made the path in the forest more difficult to walk, and also became difficult to identify. Fortunately, in the large open valley Only there.

After walking for half an hour, Sean successfully found the land.

He inserted the prepared torches in the snow one by one, and formed a circle. Although the moonlight was very bright, he still lit the torches, summoning a ceremony, there must be a sense of ceremony.

Then he put the bag of bones on the ground.

Sean then checked the 'pendulum' again. The rope hanging from the wood was also covered with ice, and the thick hemp rope soaked in water became extremely hard, and he couldn't untie it. He had to take the two-handed axe away. Take it out and set it aside for emergencies.

After doing all this well, he finally returned to the side of the skeleton, and recited the spell nervously.

[A weak existence from the spirit world. 】

[Lonely dead, lost souls, remaining memories, ghosts with mysterious knowledge. 】

[At the time of alternation with the dark sun, I summon you!Where death meets, I call you!The place where human bones are buried, I summon you! 】

[In the name of the contract signed between your and my ethnic group and the ancient times. 】

[I order you to appear in this world! 】

As Sean recited the incantation, there was a wind blowing around. It wasn't intense, but it was bitterly cold. To Sean's doubts, the torch didn't turn green, and the whispers didn't ring in his ears. He didn't even Seeing that vague human figure, everything was so ordinary that for a moment, Sean thought he had failed.

However, he did not fail. The bones on the ground made a squeaky sound. Looking down, Xiao En could see that the scattered bones were slowly connecting together, as if an invisible hand was piecing them together.

Sean hurriedly put away the book and took out the shotgun. He felt a little uneasy. The scene in front of him was too calm. There was no blue soul fire, and no cool floating special effects. The ghost summoned this time seemed a little bit Too understated.

Under his gaze, the skeleton sat up slowly. It didn't rush up to fight like the previous skeletons, but turned its head slowly, as if observing the world.

Sean can pull the trigger at any time, but Sean is also observing the skeleton. Although he will always kill the other party in the end, it is good to be able to collect some information in advance.

When the skeleton looked at him, Sean's heart skipped a beat. Although the sockets of the skeleton's eyes were dark and hollow, he had the feeling of being watched.

One person and one skeleton stared at each other like this, and a gust of cold wind blew by, finally it was Xiao En who couldn't bear it anymore.

boom!With a gunshot, the skeleton's head exploded, and the shattered bones quickly burned into sparks, leaving only a cloud of blue soul fire floating crystal clear above the snow.

This is the end?Sean was a little surprised. This time it was even easier than the previous few times. The skeleton didn't even have the desire to fight, but why is the color of the fire of memory blue?It was pure white a few times before...

He walked forward cautiously, looking at the flame of memory, which he had always wanted, but looking at the flame, he hesitated again.

The color of this thing is not right...

But no matter how much you hesitate, it's useless. If you don't read it, you will never know whether this thing is really dangerous.

As soon as Sean gritted his teeth, he knew he had no choice.

Stretching out his hand, he held the blue flame in his hand. The flame exuded an icy temperature. Xiao En squeezed it hard, and his eyes fell into darkness.

"That's it, that's it, Bagwood, you can do it!" A voice muttered in the darkness, from which Sean tasted fanaticism and resentment, and a picture gradually appeared in front of him, it was an indoor, stone The walls look a bit rough, it seems to be the interior of a dilapidated building.

The owner of the memory blinked, and Sean's vision became clear.

There is a strange device in front of me. A huge crucible is placed in the middle of the hall. There are three pipes connected to it. One pipe is connected to a blast furnace. One pipe is emitting colorful bubbles, and the other pipe is It is glass, bent into a helix, and appears to be a cooling tube, under the drip-tip of which sits a small bottle.

Azure blue flames burned around the cauldron, and strange geometric figures were drawn on the surrounding ground...

Sean quickly realized that this seemed to be some kind of alchemy device?
When he was in Sword Castle, he had heard the legend about alchemists. It is said that ancient alchemists could create miraculous alchemy products, such as alchemy puppets that could walk freely, alchemy bombs that could blow up a castle, and even people who were said to be able to The Philosopher's Stone that brings back life from the dead...

In fact, a small number of alchemical formulas still survive to this day, but in general alchemy in Brighton has a bad reputation, and it is generally regarded as a stupid attempt at an early experimental school of chemistry.

Those legendary great creations of alchemy are considered exaggerated, false legends that have been continuously embellished by literati for thousands of years.

There have been attempts by chemists to recover ancient alchemical formulas, but none have been successful.

In this way, the owner of this memory, this man named Bergwood, is probably an alchemist.

It was the first time he had seen real alchemy, so he couldn't help being a little curious. Is this thing really as magical as it is said in the legend?Or maybe it's just good old chemistry tricks.

But apart from being curious, he was somewhat disappointed. Originally, he thought he could learn magic, divine arts, etc., but alchemy?It wasn't on his list of superpowers.

But it’s all here, Sean decided to take a look, in case he could really learn something.

Bergwood was still busy, checking the status of the alchemy device according to a certain procedure.

Finally, as if everything was ready, he grabbed a large bag from the corner of the room and opened it, but inside was a mess of strange things.

A teapot, some teacups, a gemstone necklace, a blanket, a broom, a ring, a broken hat...

Sean was wondering what these things were used for, and Bagwood had already grabbed the broken hat from inside. He rubbed it vigorously twice, and the folds of the hat formed a weird face, and then it turned out Started to speak, "Don't be such a child, let's have a good talk! Stop your crazy behavior!"

"What's there to say, don't forget who I am, a withered, a squib, a good-for-nothing - that's what you told me, didn't you, now I'll let you know that this good-for-nothing can fuck What happened." Bagwood obviously harbored resentment, and picked up a pair of large scissors with a grin.

The hat was so frightened that it repeatedly begged for mercy, "Don't, don't, I was not in good shape at that time, let me test your talent again, you may still have a chance to learn magic."

"No need, I have already found a way, and you will add fire to my academic path." Bergwood said without explanation, cut seven or eight holes in the hat, and then ignored the scream of the hat, put it thrown into the cauldron.

He picked up another teapot, and the teapot begged for mercy, its voice coming out of the spout with a weird echo, like boiling water: "You can't do this to us, I've worked for the academy for 100 years." for many years……"

But Bagwood turned a deaf ear and smashed the teapot with a hammer, throwing the pieces into the cauldron.

Then came the blanket, it didn't speak, it just struggled a few times, trying to fly away, but it could be seen that it was very weak, a long tear was torn in the middle of the blanket, and it was all unthreaded, and it only flew halfway Mi Gao was dragged down by Bergwood, roughly crumpled into a ball, and thrown into the cauldron.

One by one, Bagwood threw the contents of the bag over and over again, and finally, he closed the lid of the cauldron firmly and locked it, turning a deaf ear to the voices of begging for mercy and cursing from inside.

Then he started to fiddle with the alchemy device, and as the flames burned violently, the begging for mercy in the crucible soon turned into screams, and the screams turned into weird gurgling sounds, as if a pot of thick soup was being stewed .

(End of this chapter)