Dragons: Reboot the New World

Chapter 110 The mythical alchemist and the Elders at the end of the sixth act
"To be honest, I'm quite curious. Can alchemy also be a god?" Angers asked while drinking low-quality whiskey.

"What kind of god? That's a title!" The night watchman's face darkened. "The title of the God of Alchemy represents the most powerful level of alchemy from ancient times to the present. Even the first generation Flamel was taught by him. You How awesome do you think it is?”

"Then what can his return bring to us? Will he be on our side?"

"Of course." The night watchman said, "He brought us alchemy before. Do you think how we could slay dragons without alchemy at that time? We just used human lives to pile up."

"His return this time will bring us weapons to fight against fate."

"Weapons? Are you referring to the weapons forged by the great God of Alchemy?" Angers shrugged, "But we already have the most powerful alchemical weapon in the world forged by Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire, "Bronze Purgatory· Seven Deadly Sins". "

"Bronze and fire? My old friend, you must know that there is still a gap between the King of Alchemy and the God of Alchemy. Norton's skills may not even be considered a hair in front of him." The night watchman sneered.

"Then why does "Bronze Purgatory·Seven Deadly Sins" claim to be the strongest in the world? Angers asked, "If the God of Alchemy creates weapons stronger than the Seven Deadly Sins, there will be no traces of their existence in the world." "

"Who told you there was no trace?" The night watchman looked at him sideways, "Those weapons are hidden in myths. The ones he forged cannot be called weapons, they must be called artifacts."

"for example?"

"Chu Zihang mentioned the gun in Odin's hand." The night watchman said lightly, "If that thing likes to cosplay Odin, he must have a full cosplay suit, right? The gun in his hand should be from Nordic mythology. Kungunir, the eternal spear.”

"What you say is really trendy." Ange smiled, "It's because I'm getting old."

"Don't forget who promoted Chinese education in Kassel." The night watchman said proudly.

There was a moment of silence as the two of them drank by themselves.

"When the Nibelungs reappear in the world, it will be when he returns..." Angers repeated this sentence repeatedly, "Who did he say this to?"

"Nonsense, of course it's the first Flamel."

"Then when will he return?"

"How do I know?" The night watchman sank into his swivel chair comfortably, "Anyway, he will come to see Nicholas Flamel of this generation."

"So sure?"

"Of course, he said this to the first Flamel, and he will definitely keep his words." The night watchman sighed, "My good days are coming to an end..."

"It's time to get ready. The four great monarchs are waking up one after another, and Odin and other fellow gods opened by the god of alchemy will appear together. I have a headache now."

"Actually, I don't know whether the first Flamel is dead or not." The night watchman suddenly said, "In 1761, it is said that Samuel saw Nicholas and his wife under the arch of the Paris Opera House. In 1929, in Paris, Louis Paul Will meets an old man who looks exactly like Nicholas."

"In 1719, Paul's book "A Journey to Turkey" was published in Paris. In one of the passages, he met a strange Turk who said to Paul: "Do you really believe that he is dead?"No, my friend Nicholas Flamel is still alive.Neither he nor his wife had tasted death yet. "

"Another example is that in the 18th century, someone claimed to have deciphered the coded text written in the margins of a hymn. This was the "Will of Nicholas", which told future generations how to refine the Philosopher's Stone."

"What do you want to explain?" Angers asked.

"Perhaps it's not certain that he is still alive today?" the night watchman said slowly, "Maybe one day he will appear in front of us together with the God of Alchemy."

"How do you prove it?"

"The first Flamel said in his notes that he had been to the Land of the Dead."

"Didn't it mean that no one can get in?"

"Fart, I never said that!"

"Okay, magic stick." Angers spread his hands, "Then, what does it mean that he has been to the country of the dead?"

"Prove that the Kingdom of the Dead really exists!"

"Who didn't believe in the existence of the Kingdom of the Dead before?" Angers asked knowingly, "It seems to be a guy named Leonardo. He was so anxious that he jumped up from his chair."

"I was..." the night watchman slumped, "I feel unbalanced."

"We alchemists used to live such a hard life, burning strange things in the fire all day long in the hope of getting something valuable. We were so disgraced that there were no public lectures at that time. We only relied on A little bit of experience pieced together from the parchment..."

"Okay, okay, don't talk about the bitter and vengeful past of you alchemists." Ange interrupted him, "Tell me how to get to the country of the dead."

"You can go as long as you die..."

"Nonsense! I mean to live..." Anger felt a little powerless.

"I said that the alchemists of all ages wanted to live... and now they have all gone because they are all dead." The night watchman curled his lips.

"You are the person with the greatest achievements in alchemy in the entire academy. If you have no clue about opening the channel, then why did the channel suddenly open to Chu Zihang?" Angers asked.

"First of all, your evidence does not prove that Chu Zihang has really been to the Kingdom of the Dead. It is just a hypothesis. Secondly, if you want to enter, the most important thing is to obtain the permission of the gatekeeper."

"The gatekeeper is..." Angers was silent for a long time, "Black King Nidhogg."

"But what he saw inside was not Nidhogg, but Odin."

"Is it possible that the black dragon and his opponent in myth...are the same existence?"

"The rest is really only God knows. I have told you everything I know," the night watchman paused, "Okay... and the last one... the permission to cross the border is not a one-time thing."

"What do you mean?" Ange was stunned.

"Judging from the oldest classics, permission is required to enter the territory of the Dragon Clan. Human beings are allowed to enter, perhaps for pilgrimage, or as servants to listen to the instructions. At this time, they are strictly observed, but they can only See and listen as much as you can.”

"They can't take anything there, even if everything there is more precious than gold. But we humans are a very thieving race..." The night watchman chuckled, "Some of them still succeeded in stealing. Dragon stuff.”

"Because after many generations of attempts, they found that people who were admitted once would have a certain mark on their body. This kind of thing is called a "brand". If you have walked that road once, you can find that road again. road. "

"So these people sneaked in quietly to avoid the dragon's surveillance, such as the legendary treasure thieves who entered the dragon's lair." The night watchman suddenly lowered his voice, "The mark is like... a passport that allows multiple entries!"

"Chu Zihang is the only person we know who has been there," Angers shuddered slightly, "Those who have been there once can find the way!"

"Like a psychic, like a crystal ball, like the boundary between day and night, they can communicate between different worlds," the night watchman said softly, "If he is the chosen one, chosen by the dragon."

"Trouble..." Ange murmured to himself, "I just let Chu Zihang and the others go." "What!" The night watchman jumped up from his chair again, "What do you mean by letting go? You know that The school board has been looking for trouble with you lately!”

"Literally, the little guys said they want to travel to the UK, and I can't possibly not let them go because of my own reasons." Angers shrugged.

"How can I say hello to you..." The night watchman looked at his old friend and sighed, "What if, I mean what if, the one Chu Zihang entered was really the Nibelungen, then he will go there this time. The UK might be targeted.”

"If Lu Mingfei is here, I don't care."

"Doesn't it matter to you that the school board is making a fuss about this?" the night watchman asked, squinting his eyes.

"This is an opportunity for me." After a long silence, Angers turned back and whispered, "It has been many years, and it has never been like this. I feel that I am very close to the end."

"You mean the country of the dead?"

"Yes, the country of the dead, this is my chance." Angers raised his glass, "Old friend, I need your help."

"My specialty is alchemy, not the development of nuclear weapons. You should ask Doug Jones for this matter. He is the chairman of the physics department! I have a stomachache when I talk about it..." the night watchman said quickly.

He only regretted that he didn't leave a back door to jump up and escape... Angers rarely begged him, and when he did, it was life-threatening.

"Chu Zihang has used violent blood."

"What?" The night watchman was stunned.

"If something happens to them in the UK, "Bloodshed" or "Brand", if any of these two things are known to the school board, Chu Zihang and I can be killed together. "You must help me," said Angers. "

"Say it as if I owe you..."

"Because I don't trust the school board." Angers said one word at a time.

The night watchman was stunned. The air temperature in the room, which was already low, seemed to freeze at these cold words. The two people looked at each other silently.

His attitude towards the school board cannot be said to be good. He has always said that it is a new era, and there is no need for institutions like the Secret Party Elders Association to exist. The old guys or new heirs of the family should be his behind-the-scenes investments. people.

The school board should not interfere with school affairs. School affairs are the business of the executors, and they are the executors... If he has been drinking in the attic for decades and reading beauty magazines for decades, he can still be called "execution" if.

But he doesn't mean that he doesn't trust the school board. After all, everyone has the same goal, and the Presbyterian Church is still the spiritual leader of the entire Camarilla.

Is there any reason not to trust leaders who have vast resources and are willing to fight alongside you?

"Everyone has their own goals. We are like partners of the same sex. When our goals are the same for the time being, we will go together."

"But because the ultimate goals are different, we will always part ways at a fork in the road. I don't know how long it will be before I and the school board part ways, but I feel like I can vaguely see that fork in the road..."

Ange said softly, "Has the Camarilla's war against the Dragon Clan been selfless for so many years?"

The night watchman was silent for a moment and shook his head, "Although in some eras, we have had heroes who have made heavy sacrifices for such noble themes as humanity or the world..."

"But I dare not say that the Camarilla is selfless. Every family that makes up the Presbyterian Church is a chaebol. We have gained huge benefits from the dragon civilization."

"Yes." Angers held the wine glass and walked to the window, looking at the Odin sculpture illuminated by the sun on the top of the "Hall of Valor". "I still doubt that that night 100 years ago, there was a schismatic faction in the Presbyterian Church. participate."

"Are you referring to...the Summer Mourning Incident?" The night watchman frowned, "Are you suspecting that there is a mole in the secret party?"

"Which organization dares to say that it is monolithic from top to bottom?" Angers took a sip of wine. "To be precise, I suspect the former secret party. Of course, maybe there are also current secret parties, but I didn't find it."

"Friedrich von Long." The night watchman said the name slowly with a low expression.

"I haven't found any information about him yet, but he is definitely not dead..." Ange sneered, "Those who betray their brothers will always live longer than their brothers."

"For what reason did he do this?"

"Maybe we can't see the hope of our victory in this war? Or maybe it's the pursuit of power in the bones of the mixed race?" Angers drank the wine in one gulp, "No matter what his reasons are, sooner or later I will find him and ask him How does it feel to betray your brother?"

"It can't be so absolute..." the night watchman said, "Maybe he has something to hide."

"Anyway, no matter the Presbyterian Church or the school board, they can't stop me." Angers said, "I have been waiting for this day for a long, long time."

"I'm not afraid of a decisive battle. From what I know, this war has been doomed since ancient times. I'm just afraid that I don't have that long a life to catch up with it."

"But now I see hope. The four great monarchs are waking up in turn, the door to the Kingdom of the Dead is reopened, and those mythical characters are also showing up one after another. Young people with pure blood like Lu Mingfei, Caesar, and Chu Zihang Men appear, and the final war is near.”

"It would be better to say that destruction is approaching." The night watchman seemed very calm about this pessimistic language.

"No!" Ange turned his head suddenly, and the blazing golden light glowed in his iron-gray pupils.

The night watchman was stunned for a moment, holding the wine glass high with one hand, and quickly grabbed the bottle with the other hand, blocking it in front of his eyes.He looked at Angers through the amber liquid.

"What are you doing?" Angers was stunned.

"Use them as sunglasses...your eyes are as bright as flashlights now!" the night watchman said plausibly.

Angers sudden surge of majesty did not last for more than a few seconds in front of this guy whose style of doing things had never been right, and quickly fell back like an ebbing tide.

He sighed, "In the decisive battle, you will know the outcome only after fighting. Since we can kill the King of Bronze and Fire, we may not be able to kill other Dragon Kings, and even the Black King."

"In fact, the school board is also looking forward to the decisive battle. They are even full of confidence, even other mixed-race families, such as those from Henkel..."

"Henkel is just a speculator," the night watchman snorted coldly, "and he dresses like a cowboy like me."

Angers sighed again. He didn't know why this long-time partner was always a little off-line. The theme of human destiny and the destruction of the world seemed not as serious as his and Henkel's matching shirts...

"Okay, okay." The vice-principal began to chase people away. "You can go first. Today's conversation is full of information. I will tell you what I find out from ancient documents and ancient books."

"Didn't your mentor leave anything to you?" Angers wondered.

"Idiot! I can dig his grave!" the night watchman said cheerfully.

(End of this chapter)