Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

"...that's good... I'll teach you... I'll give you the most proud masterpiece of my life... the end point that alchemists dream of...

I don't want any conditions, I just want you to promise..."

"You say!"

"I want you to never stop your pursuit of alchemy, until one day, you can use alchemy to rob God's authority and create real life!

I only have this one condition...you...will you agree..."

"...I swear, until I create real life, I will never stop exploring alchemy. If I break my oath, I will lose everything I own, including my life!"

The flames in the sky gradually dissipated, and bursts of residual heat were still radiating in the air.

Nicole May looked at Wang Xuebin with firm eyes, sighed softly, turned around his old body, and said in an inaudible voice while pacing:

"...then come with me..."

Chapter 523 Nicole May's past

Beauxbaton College is a college that attaches great importance to alchemy. As soon as the young wizards enter the school, they start to teach the basics of alchemy.

Ancient runes, Latin, cuneiform, Egyptian hieroglyphs, Chinese oracle bone inscriptions, tadpole script...

A series of boring tomes taught young wizards what alchemy is, and these tomes will always accompany them in their future study career.

Recognition, comprehension, reading and writing, such training runs through the long learning career of Beauxbaton students.

After graduation, even if these students do not make a living from it, the foundation laid by Beauxbatons can still benefit them for life...

Anyway, according to what Wang Xuebin heard, even some companies in the British wizarding world or the secretarial work of government departments are particularly fond of students who graduated from Beauxbatons.

Not to mention anything else, just say that student Beauxbaton's elegant handwriting is much better than Hogwarts cats and dogs...

In an unmanned alchemy laboratory, the walls, floor, and even the ceiling are densely packed with ancient runes written in hand.

According to Ms. Maxim's introduction, Beauxbaton has more than 200 such alchemy laboratories, each of which has the same configuration, allowing students to verify their ideas through experiments.

For such an arrangement, Wang Xuebin also had to say admiration!

Just because every rune in the room is written with softened gold as ink.

Moreover, such runes cannot be preserved permanently, and must be repaired and replaced every once in a while.

The people who are responsible for repairing and replacing are those students who are excellent in the magic text course.

One is to save the work of the professors, and the other is to train the students to master the writing of runes. It is the best of both worlds, but it is a bit expensive...

For the future of the students, Beauxbaton, as one of the three major magic schools in Europe, does have some skills to be able to spend such a great deal of money!

"...Come on, come in..."

Nicole May leaned sideways and pushed open the door of the laboratory with his shoulders. While squeezing in with difficulty, he still did not forget to turn his head to greet Wang Xuebin.

There is no way, the longevity potion refined by the magic stone can indeed guarantee people's immortality, but immortality does not mean immortality by any means!

Nicolas May's soul is still strong, but his body is already decayed to the extreme...

Osteoporosis, heart beating disorder and weakness, muscle atrophy and degeneration all over the body, gastrointestinal function decline...

Now he does not dare to push the door with his arms, because the bones will be shattered and fractured, and he dare not take a big bite, because the teeth will be broken

I can only swallow liquid food, because my stomach can't digest it, and I dare not use my eyes to stare at strong light, because my pupils have lost the ability to contract...

It can be said that Nicolas May is now a living skeleton, and his soul maintains all his vitality, allowing him to linger in the world, but there is no quality of life at all.

I can't blame Nicolas May for being able to welcome death with a positive attitude. For him, death is not a kind of relief?

"...The Philosopher's Stone, or Philosopher's Stone..."

The two entered the laboratory one after the other. Nicolas took out his wand, and with a light wave, an old and unbreakable tome covered with sheepskin flew out from a side cabinet. .

"...that was when I was...about 30 years old, and by chance, I succeeded in refining..."

As Nicole May said, he placed the books floating in the air on a table not far away, gently pulled Wang Xuebin's wrist, and came to the table.

"...Europe at that time...was facing a disaster like never before...the Black Death...horrible...people were dying every day...Paris would die too...but compared to other places , we live in a better place..."

Nicole May let go of Wang Xuebin's wrist, and gently stroked the book on the table without a word or symbol on the cover, as if stroking an old friend from the past, his eyes full of nostalgia and lingering fear .

"...At the age of 30, I am already a well-known alchemist, and Peverel is the daughter of a big merchant family. I don't have to worry about my livelihood and live a happy life..."

While talking, Nicole May gently opened the thick book. As soon as he opened the first page, the golden runes in the alchemy laboratory immediately shone and vibrated, as if warning something.

But Nicolas didn't care at all, and continued to turn pages slowly.

"...But...the lips are rotten, how long will the teeth remain intact?

Under the harsh environment, Paris finally fell...

It was an evening... people were crazy, crazy burning, killing, looting, crazy trying to escape from here, although no one knew where it was safe..."

Nicole May said, with a look of fear on his face, Wang Xuebin could see that that kind of experience had left him with a lot of psychological shadow, and he couldn't get rid of it until now.

"...crazy flames, burning to our home, they rushed into our home, frantically snatching everything that can be seen...

I'm scared... I have magic... but I can't protect anything but Peverel... So... our home is ruined...

I took Peverel, and the book I always carried with me, and I slayed through the maddened crowd...  

I don't know how many people I killed...I only know that when Peverel and I rushed to safety...me and her were already covered in blood..."

Speaking of this, Nicolas May's eye circles turned red, it was not bloody and harsh, but a sincere confession.

Perhaps, he is repenting for the bloody crime he is about to commit...

"...Peverel and I had nowhere to go...I was an orphan and Peverel's family didn't escape the turmoil...

In desperation, I could only lead Peverell back to Beauxbaton College where we were studying at the beginning.

Not for anything else, just to see if I can pray to Principal Audrey at the time to pray for a safe place..."

As Nicolas said, hot tears welled up in his eyes, he sniffed, swallowed his saliva forcefully, took a deep breath, and continued:

"...Lucky, really lucky...the kind principal Audrey took us in...without the slightest hesitation...

Not only that, but she is willing to provide me and Peverel with a decent job...for me...the job is easy...alchemy assistant...really easy

Thinking about it now...Principal Audrey should have seen the hatred in my heart at that time...let me serve as a teaching assistant...but I hope to use the children's innocence...to redeem my heart ...