Royal Alchemist

"It's His Royal Highness!"

"His Royal Highness Safirol has arrived!" A burst of shouts spread like ripples, and the crowd boiled.

Unlike some nobles who drove directly into the campus, Safirol got out of the car at the school gate and walked into the school on foot, leaving behind a group of powerful royal guards.

He is like an ordinary freshman, accompanied only by his friends. He has not only expressed his respect for thousands of years of prestigious schools, but also showed his closeness to the people.

The breeze blows his flaxen hair, and his amber eyes shine brightly in the sun. One after another, the teenagers salute and say hello to him. He smiles gracefully and responds one by one, presenting the image of a perfect prince in front of the world.

The crowd moved forward in a commotion, trying to get a clear view of the prince, who was rarely seen on weekdays, Qiu Ye was pushed staggeringly, and quickly hid.Thinking back to the time when he was popular in the whole school, no matter where he went, he was surrounded by people, the two of them are really the same, or the prince is more dazzling and personable now.

I was sighing in my heart, and found that Su Tongyang was also hiding for fear of being knocked over. Qiuye thought it was very interesting that he was nervously protecting his luggage: "Why don't you go ahead and take a look? Your Darel star is so far away from the Imperial capital star." , you probably haven’t seen the prince himself, have you?”

"What's so interesting about this?" Su Tongyang disdainfully squeezed a pair of almond eyes, "It's not just a nose and a mouth."

"It's a handsome guy."

"Do you like men?"

In this world, the gene cabin can complete the cultivation of the next generation, and there are not many restrictions on homosexual love, but the traditional concept still believes that only the life conceived by the mother is healthy, so it is still surprising to mention homosexuality .

Qiu Ye touched his nose, thinking that even in that era he liked men, not to mention now.

The tumultuous crowd gradually quieted down. Several rows of young people came out from both sides of the podium in front of them, and stood around the square with their legs spread apart and their hands behind their backs. Different, there are four kinds in total: black, red, blue, and green.All of them looked serious and did not look sideways, and the atmosphere in the square suddenly became dignified.

The freshmen looked at the empty podium one after another. After a while, several people in navy blue shirts stepped onto the podium, some of them were middle-aged or young, they seemed to be the teachers of the school, and the leader was a thin middle-aged man, who directed two The students brought an instrument to the podium. Although the tester is a machine, it is shaped like an open book, retro and artistic.

Without too much nonsense, the middle-aged man directly announced the start of the test. All the people present have confirmed their enrollment, so the attribute test and the mental strength test are being conducted now. The test results will be stored in the file, and the department will be selected on the spot.

From the uniforms of the students on the square, it can be seen that the college is divided into four departments, black machine warfare department, wine red combat department, blue medicine refining department and dark green smelting department. The first two are fighting department, and the latter two are It is an auxiliary department, and the subjects they study cross each other, and they can change departments at any time through the assessment.

The middle-aged man looked around: "Everyone, please keep an eye on your numbers, and go to the stage to test one by one."

Safirol was the first to step onto the stage, and there was a little confusion underneath.

With steady steps and a dignified appearance, Safirol stepped onto the stage quickly and put his hand on the book.

A purple light shot from the book, and a number was displayed on the page: "100".

"Safirol Solomon, Lightning type, strength 100." The middle-aged man announced.

The freshmen were in an uproar, and 100 was the highest strength that could be measured by the instrument, which meant that Safirol's mental strength had reached the strongest.

An alchemist whose mental strength is higher than 90 is already very remarkable, and there are only a hundred or so in the entire empire with a mental strength higher than 95, and all of them are great alchemists who have attracted attention.

The Solomon family itself has excellent genes, and after thousands of years of continuous combination with excellent genes, its offspring will become stronger and stronger.

But even in the Solomon family, there are very few who can reach 100 for thousands of years.

Several teachers looked at each other and smiled, looking at Saffirol with affection. In their opinion, after more than ten years, there will be another portrait in the school's Hall of Fame.

"Wow! Your Highness Safirol is amazing!"

"It really is His Royal Highness!"

"Hmph! Your Highness's mental strength was 100 when he was three years old! Don't you know?"

Some Saphirol supporters are talking about it below.

With a smile on his lips, Safirol walked to the other side of the podium and put the badge into a black plate, which meant that he chose the machine combat department.Finally, he received a uniform of black and white trousers and stepped off the podium.

The second person who came to the stage was the person who went to school with Safirol, the best friend of the prince, and the son of the prime minister of the empire.

"Gerald Lennon, Wind, 92." Also surprisingly tall.

Freshmen came to the stage one after another, and Qiuye saw many familiar people, all of whom were noble boys whom he knew when he was chasing General Xie.

General Xie's mental strength was also very high, and when "General Xie, Wind Element, 95" was reported, it caused quite a stir.Everyone looked at General Xie with eager eyes.

Qiu Ye also accidentally saw Qiu Ting come on stage, Lei Department 57.

How did he get the recommendation chapter?Qiu Ye was puzzled for a moment, and didn't think about it anymore. Anyway, people like Qiu Ting are not eye-catching. 57 may be very remarkable among ordinary people, but in the Royal Military Academy, it is really an inconspicuous number.

Everyone's mental strength varies from high to low, basically ranging from 50 to 100. The team moves forward slowly and the test process is long. Qiuye chatted with Su Tongyang while waiting.

"These people are really powerful, and many of them have reached 70 or 80 mental strength." Qiuye couldn't help but sigh, thinking that his strength is zero, it hurts his brain.

Su Tongyang was silent, his handsome face was a little dark.

"What's the matter? Doesn't seem very happy?" Qiuye asked.

"It's nothing."

A luxuriously dressed young man strutted onto the stage and measured a high intensity of 86.

Su Tongyang looked at the stage, with a rather unwilling expression on his face: "These nobles are born with good genes, and they have good learning conditions since they were young. Of course, their mental strength is high. So what, the strength of an alchemist does not only depend on mental strength, but also It depends on comprehensive factors, otherwise there is no need for exams, competitions, or wars, and the teams will be ranked one by one and the score will be determined."

Having said that, for an alchemist, mental strength is like a coefficient. In the case of other values ​​that are almost the same, the larger the multiplied coefficient, the stronger the strength, and the smaller the coefficient, the weaker the strength. If If one wants to obtain the same ability as others, one must pay several times or even a hundred times more effort in other aspects.

But for Qiuye, it is no longer a question of a large coefficient and a small coefficient, but a question of 0 multiplied by any number is 0, and he cried silently in his heart.

"You seem to be very dissatisfied with them." Qiuye could read the displeasure in his tone.

Su Tongyang didn't shy away either: "Well, I really hate nobles, especially those who think they are noble and bully others!"

"But more than [-]% of the people here are nobles, why do you still come to study here?" Qiu Ye added in his heart: I am also a nobleman, but my family has fallen.

Su Tongyang sighed: "Because I want to become an alchemist, only the Royal Military Academy can train the best alchemists."

Just as Qiu Ye wanted to say a few more words of relief, she heard a loud bang, something exploded, and a black flame burst out from the podium in front of her.

"Ahem! Ahem! What's going on?"

"Exploded! Exploded!"

When the smoke dissipated, Qiu Ye saw Feng Qi standing upright on the stage, in front of him was a bombed instrument, the book page was blown into a distorted flower, and the broken metal pieces scattered all over the floor.

Several teachers stepped forward to check with surprise on their faces.

"Why did it explode?"

"Used too often, the machine is overheating?"

"Impossible, it's been measured in this way at the beginning of school in previous years, how could it be overheated?"

"Is the machine getting old?"

Feng Qi stood still indifferently, his blue eyes turned around, his finger was cut by the shattered metal, bright red blood dripped down his slender finger, he raised his hand and placed it on the Lips, licking off the blood.

Qiu Ye watched from the audience, but such a small movement made him feel that the person standing on it was not a man, but a wolf, sitting alone on the top of the mountain under the moonlit night, just finished hunting, its paws were covered with The blood was being licked with nostalgia, and the smell of blood was strong and tangy.

Soon, another new tester was lifted up, and the bombed-out instrument was temporarily thrown aside.

The middle-aged man wiped off his sweat and said to Feng Qi: "There may be something wrong just now, please test again."

Feng Qi wiped his bloody palm and placed it on the book again, a fiery red light like blood shone from the book.

"Fengqi, fire element, 98."

The high intensity of 98 was another exclamation.

"Who is this person? I haven't seen it before."

"It was passed the exam."

"The strength of civilians can also be 98? Is it wrong?"

He turned a deaf ear to the discussion below, with a sullen face, he threw the badge into the black tray, chose the mechatronics department, and got off the stage after receiving his uniform.

But no matter how surprised, with Safirol's 100 in front, his 98 was only discussed for a while and then gradually subsided.

But Qiuye stared at his back for a long time.

fire system?How can it be?How could he be a fire element?

I recall seeing the black mist wrapped around his body several times, and the oppressive devouring aura, it's not fire at all!

Feng Qi's number is 901, and Qiu Ye's is 907, so before Qiu Ye thinks too much, it's his turn to test.

No matter how painful it is, you have to face it!Qiuye plucked up the courage to walk towards the tester, took a deep breath, and stretched out her hand.

The instrument is not responding.

The middle-aged teacher looked at Qiuye, and Qiuye looked at the teacher.

Looking down at the instrument again, there is no light, no value, nothing.

The teacher and Akiba continued to look at each other.

The author has something to say: Teacher: (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻ You broke the machine!

Fengqi: -_-I don't have one.

Teacher: (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻ You broke the machine!

Akiba: Σ(°△°|||) I don’t have one!

Teacher: (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻ Then who broke the machine!!