Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

...but...I was not reconciled at that time...I couldn't let it go...I cursed the thugs...the thugs who destroyed my home and Peverel's house they...

So...one night...I left Peverell alone, and left Beauxbaton College alone...and embarked on a journey of revenge...

It was a journey... full of blood and death..."

Chapter 524 LeMay's past - the source of the Philosopher's Stone

In the silent alchemy laboratory, Wang Xuebin sat cross-legged on the ground, frowning slightly, listening quietly to the heavy breathing curled up in the corner of the wall.

It can be heard that the owner of the breathing sound is turbulent inside, very restless, those somewhat hollow light gray eyes are completely immersed in the memories of the past.

Perhaps for the owner of the breathing sound, 600 years is just a blink of an eye. Everything he has experienced seems to happen yesterday, which is still fresh in his memory.

"Whoo~"

Finally, Nicole May, who had been silent for a long time, exhaled a long breath, slowly raised his head, glanced at the young man who was listening patiently, sighed softly, and continued to talk.

"...revenge, the only thing on my mind at that time was revenge!

Everything I owned was destroyed by the thugs. My family, wealth, relatives, and everything were all destroyed in that turmoil...

At that time, I thought that I had nothing left, and revenge was the only meaning of my life..."

Nicole May pursed her lips, raised her head and glanced at Wang Xuebin again, revealing a hint of self-mockery, shook her head and said:

"I was so focused on revenge that I didn't pay attention to anything. Even Peverel and Principal Audrey, who stood on the terrace and watched my leaving back the night I left secretly, didn't notice...

It was only after Peverel told me that I realized that I didn't have nothing at that time, but the most precious treasure I had was completely ignored because of my habit...

Oh, thank you! "

Nicole May took the black tea handed over by Wang Xuebin, nodded and thanked him softly, took a sip, moistened his throat, exhaled lightly, and then opened his mouth to continue talking.

But he opened his mouth, and the whole person froze there for a while, then raised his head and looked at Wang Xuebin in a daze, and asked softly:

"...I... Where did I go?"

Hearing this, Wang Xuebin almost choked out a sip of tea, and quickly put down the black tea he just brewed in his hand, coughing, and said:

"...cough...the Philosopher's Stone...revenge...cough cough...cough..."

"Oh... yes yes yes..."

Hearing Wang Xuebin's reminder, Nicole May immediately remembered the topic of the exchange, tapped his forehead lightly, shook his head and sighed:

"I'm sorry...my concentration is becoming more and more easily distracted. To tell you the truth, now I spend more than half of my time every day recalling my past...

It was not a good memory…”

"The Black Death...it was a terrible disaster...

Neither wizards nor Muggles can do anything about it...

From Sicily in the south of Italy, to Genoa in the north, to Marseille and Paris in France, and finally to all directions of Europe.

When I returned to Paris from Beauxbaton College and wanted to seek revenge for those thugs, I realized...it was too late...

Paris has almost turned into a dead city...The streets and alleys are full of corpses and patients waiting to die...Every block is written with scarlet paint with big danger, no approaching! 'The words.

Those thugs who ruined my family also flocked to various parts of Europe with the fleeing crowd. It is really difficult to find them! "

Having said this, Nicolas raised his head again, as if seeing Wang Xuebin's doubts, and explained softly:

"It was the [-]th century at that time, the transportation was backward, and the communication methods were not developed. In addition, I was not a master alchemist at that time, and my mastery of magic spells was only at an average level!

It can be said that relying solely on my mediocre natural strength and the backward social conditions, it is almost impossible to find the hiding places of those thugs!

Until that evening... I met him..."

"The man you're talking about...isn't it the Philosopher's Stone?"

On the opposite side of Nicolas, Wang Xuebin frowned, his eyes were fixed on Nicolas, and his voice was full of solemnity.

"Yes! It's the Philosopher's Stone!"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's question, Nicole May smiled slightly, nodded slightly, and said:

"I still clearly remember that evening, the wind was very strong and the weather was very cold, but at that time, my heart was full of fire!

It was a male corpse wearing a black double-breasted robe, the kind of double-breasted robe that was popular among wizards in the fourteenth century.

The corpse was already very old and out of shape, at least one hundred and fifty to sixty years old. Inside his neck, there was a small pocket made of black rope, only the size of a thumb! "

"The size of a thumb?"

On the side, Wang Xuebin, who heard Nicole May's words, frowned again, stretched out his hand, and a glass jar containing shining blood-red gemstones appeared in his hand out of thin air.

The moment he took out the jar, the runes on the walls of the alchemy laboratory all emitted soft golden light.

The golden light illuminated the somewhat dim laboratory, but Wang Xuebin didn't pay attention to these, but looked at the baby's fist-sized Sorcerer's Stone in his hand, and had some guesses in his heart.

"...Yes, I remember it very clearly, it is the size of a thumb!"

Nicole May also saw the Philosopher's Stone placed on the ground, intersecting with the golden light, showing a slightly nostalgic look.

"...the bag made of black rope, faintly revealing red blood, I was very curious at the time, very curious...

Driven by curiosity, I forgot my fear, reached out and hooked the head of the cold and stiff corpse, and removed the bag around his neck...

As I was taking it... a red gem the size of a knuckle fell out..."

As he spoke, Nicolas raised his hand and lightly stroked the "Book of Abraham" placed on the alchemy table, recalling:

"...I knew him... instantly recognized him...I knew his name long ago...know what he does...I used to dream of having him...and now.. .He just appeared in front of me..."

While stroking the book on the alchemy table, Nicole May murmured in a low voice. Rather than talking to Wang Xuebin, it was more like talking to himself!

"...the Philosopher's Stone, a treasure that can break the authority of fantasy and reality...the Midas touch, the potion of immortality, the revitalizing element...

It can be said that there is no alchemist in the world who can be indifferent to him... Of course I am no exception..."

Nicolas continued to flip through the "Book of Abraham" on the alchemy table, and said while flipping through:

"...That's right, I'm still very young, and I haven't even thought about making a potion of longevity. The first thought I had when I got the Philosopher's Stone was the hope of revenge..."

As he spoke, he turned the Book of Abraham to the page about the Philosopher's Stone, and handed it to Wang Xuebin who was sitting opposite him.

"...That's right, all I thought about at the time... was revenge..."