The Last Alchemist

"Ah~~~ Get out! Get out!"

In the room on the second floor of the Blackthorn Villa, a roar of rage suddenly came out.

"Clang~Clang~~"

The door was suddenly knocked open, and a maid with a bloody head ran out in panic. Just a few steps out of the room, a metal basin chased out from behind, and the water in the basin was spilled everywhere.

The maid silently shed tears, picked up the basin, and walked downstairs quickly.

After a while, a middle-aged man in a blue robe appeared at the staircase on the second floor. He said to the door: "Master, control your emotions, otherwise you will die faster!"

The middle-aged man's voice was indifferent, as if he was talking about an ordinary little thing.

"Get out too!"

A silver candlestick flew out from the door.

The candlestick flew all the way, and the pointed candle holder was just facing the middle-aged man's body. If he was really hit, he might be pierced with several deep blood holes.

The middle-aged man in the blue robe did not move, but squinted his eyes slightly. The silver candlestick flying in the air suddenly paused, and then lost all speed and fell straight to the floor.

"Master, if you are upset, I can find you some nightingales to calm you down."

"Click~Click~"

Footsteps were heard in the room, and after a while, a tall and thin young man appeared at the door of the room.

It was already winter, but the young man was only wearing a pair of shorts, and most of his body was naked. It can be clearly seen that the young man was covered with dense red spots, and many spots had even begun to fester.

The young man glared at the middle-aged man in the blue robe, pointed at a festering red spot on his left cheek, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Brown, do you think I'll be in the mood to play with women when I look like this?"

The blue-robed man called Brown smiled slightly: "Master, playing with women doesn't require your face, but the thing in your crotch."

The young man almost collapsed after hearing this. He pulled his hair hard and made a sound that sounded like crying and laughing: "Haha~~The thing in my crotch~haha~The thing in my crotch is already rotten, hahaha~This is really a great irony!"

"God, if you want to punish me, just let me die, why do you let me live and let me watch my body rot bit by bit!"

"God."

When the young man held his head and wailed, the blue-robed man Brown had been watching from the side. He looked indifferent, with a trace of contempt that was not easy to detect in the depths of his eyes.

After about ten minutes, the young man finally got tired of howling. He sat on the ground, leaning against the door frame with a dull look, and looked at Brown with a squint: "Magician, do you think I am particularly pathetic? Do you think I am a fool?"

Magician Brown smiled faintly: "Master Petain, do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

The young man smiled bitterly: "I have heard lies since I was a child, and I also like to hear people flatter me with lies, but this time, I want to hear your true thoughts. Don't worry, no matter what you say, I will not tell my aunt. "

Hearing this, Brown walked to a chair and sat down. With a move of his hand, the teapot on the table flew up by itself and poured a cup of tea in front of him. After drinking a sip of tea, Brown looked up at the ceiling and whispered: "Master Petain, the truth is very harsh. It's like a sharp knife that pierces your ear and goes all the way to your brain, then slowly rotates, making you feel so painful that you can't sleep at night. "

"Just say it, I just need some mental pain to divert my attention. "Petain urged impatiently.

"Very good." Magician Brown glanced at Brown with a sneer on his face: "In my eyes, Master Petain, you are just a rotting corpse. Unlike ordinary corpses, your corpse can talk and lose its temper, just like the jumping corpses in the cemetery. But it doesn't matter, I am a magician, and no matter how angry you are, it can't be directed at me. What I have to do is to obey your aunt's orders and guard you in the last period before you die, so as not to let you do anything ridiculous again."

"Corpse?" Petain felt cold all over, and it took him a long time to recover: "Haha~ Your truth is really harsh."

"What else, do you want to hear?" Magician Brown asked jokingly.

"Speak!" Pétain waved his hand heavily: "While I am still alive, I want to hear enough!"

The magician Brown turned around and looked down at the young man sitting on the ground: "Master Pétain, you are a child of a noble family. You have received the best education and enjoyed the best material things since childhood. This is the greatest favor from the gods to a mortal. But you did not make good use of this gift. You squandered your time and acted recklessly. You played a good chess game and ended up in a dead end!"

At this point, Brown suddenly roared excitedly: "You have what most people in the world dream of having. You could have made a great achievement. For! But you have made yourself a joke, a fool who is laughed at by others! Master Petain, I tell you, if I had one tenth of your wealth, I, Brown, would not stay in this stinking and dirty room, waiting to die with a garbage covered with ulcers all over my body! "

"I am a magician! At this time, I should be studying magic and exploring the mysteries of nature in the academy. But because of your aunt's words, I have to waste my time here! This is simply a waste of my time! A waste of my life!"

One by one, the heart-wrenching words kept coming out of the magician Brown's mouth.

The young man listened silently. He leaned against the door frame and looked up at the ornately decorated ceiling in the room. A trace of water seeped out of his bloodshot dry eyes.

After a while, the magician Brown stopped and regained his calm and indifferent look: "Master Petain, how is it? How does it feel to hear the truth?"

Petain nodded slightly: "Not bad, very good, much more refreshing than those flattering. In the future, if you have any ideas, just tell me directly. Although it is a bit harsh, I don’t have to guess your true thoughts, which can save a lot of energy."

"Your hobby is really weird." Brown said sarcastically, and then he took out a sheepskin scroll from his pocket and threw it at Petain's feet.

"What is it?" Petain glanced at the scroll.

"Something to entertain you, so that you don’t torture those poor maids when you have nothing to do."

After that, Brown stood up and walked towards the stairs.

Pétain picked up the scroll, opened it and took a look at the content, and became more and more surprised: "Mathematics? Ha~ You actually showed me such boring stuff as mathematics?"

Brown stopped: "It is indeed a boring trick, but it is perfect for killing time. Take a good look, Master Pétain, the things written on the scroll are very popular in the city recently. This thing certainly can't cure your disease, but it can help you divert your attention and make you not live so painfully in your last days."

Pétain put away the scroll indifferently: "Okay, okay, you are the first person to tell me the truth. Since you recommended it, I will take a closer look."

After venting his emotions, Pétain felt much better. He took the scroll into the room, spread it on the table, and prepared to sit down and take a good look.

As a result, as soon as his buttocks touched the stool, he felt a sharp pain. He stood up immediately in pain and touched his buttocks with his hand. His heart suddenly felt cold: 'Damn, the rash on the buttocks is also rotten! '

There was no way, he could only stand in front of the table to read.

"Calculus? The name is quite creative."

He continued to read on, and after a few minutes, he became furious and threw the scroll aside.

"Limit. Continuous convergence. What the hell is this? A word game? This must be a time-killing idea by some whimsical guy. It's boring."

Pétain completely lost interest in this so-called "calculus". The physical pain also made him lose the desire to read for a few seconds, but he had nothing to do. After wandering around the room aimlessly for a few times, he simply lay on the bed, motionless like a dead dog.

Lying there with an empty head, I don't know how long it took, Pétain suddenly popped up a sentence in his mind: 'Everything can be divided, one into two, two into four, and after infinity, the origin will appear. The origin can be accumulated, just like sand grains, infinite sand grains piled up to form a sand pile. Sand has different shapes, but a pile of sand can only be a cone.'

This is a quote on the scroll. Before, Pétain just glanced at it casually and didn't take it to heart, but now, he began to savor it carefully.

He just lay there quietly with his eyes wide open. After more than ten minutes, he stood up, jumped off the bed, and returned to the table.

"Interesting, this thing seems to be able to solve many problems that I couldn't figure out before."

As a child of a noble family, Pétain received the best education since childhood. He was also very obsessed with mathematics and immersed in it for a long time, and his foundation was very solid.

The reason he gave up was that he always liked to ask some strange questions, such as how to find the volume of irregular objects, and how to calculate the surface area of ​​a sphere. Every time, his tutor was speechless.

There were too many questions that he couldn't find answers to, and gradually, he lost interest in mathematics, but now, this scroll on the table seemed to have a strange attraction, making him forget his illness and despair, and began to study it seriously.

This reading took half a day.

After a long time, Petain's eyes reluctantly left the scroll. He looked up at the sky, his eyes were full of tears, his face was full of pain and regret: "Why do you come to save me now? It's too late~~~Wuwuwuwu~~"

He burst into tears in despair.

"I have lived in vain, all in vain, wuwuwuwu~~God, why do you give me hope when I am desperate? Why!"

"I can't bear to die!"

Just when he was crying hoarse, the timid voice of the maid suddenly came from outside the door: "Master, Master White is here to visit."

"White?"

Peetain was startled, wiped his tears, and asked curiously: "Isn't White going to die soon?"