The Last Alchemist

At two o'clock in the afternoon the next day, Rosen arrived at the door of Blackthorn Villa on time.

As soon as he arrived at the iron gate outside the villa, he saw a strange man standing behind the gate. This guy was wearing a gray bearskin cloak, a thick mink hat on his head, and a fox tie around his neck. The leather scarf covered almost all of his face, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.

The 'weirdo' stood behind the courtyard door and looked around. As soon as he saw Rosen, he immediately ran a few steps, pushed open the courtyard door, and hurriedly greeted him: "Ah, Doctor Pasteur, you are finally here! Please come quickly! Please come quickly." !”

The voice was very familiar, it was Master Petain who was seriously ill.

His attitude was very enthusiastic, and I guess this guy was just like that when he met his father.

Rosendange knew that the reason for Petain's behavior was simply that his condition had improved and he believed in his methods. He calmly retracted his arm to avoid Petain's enthusiastic claws, and then said indifferently in the usual voice of 'Doctor Pasteur': "Since I said I would come, I will naturally not break the contract. There is no need for Master Petain to wait at the door. "

"Yes, yes, you said it." Petain apologized repeatedly.

When the two of them entered the lobby of Blackthorn Villa, Rosen quietly observed the situation around the lobby, and then concentrated for a while to listen. As a result, he did not notice the existence of the magician yesterday.

This discovery made Rosen secretly happy: 'It seems that Pétain must have given the magician an order to avoid it. The magician yesterday was arrogant and this order was an insult to his character. But he actually agreed, which is enough to show that even if he did not agree to the account sharing plan I proposed yesterday, he must be very moved. "

As long as the magician is not in the villa, there will be one less sharp-eyed observer around Rosen. During the treatment, only he and Master Petain were left, and Petain was his patient and had no psychological advantage at all against him.

‘The matter is more than half done. ’ Rosen thought secretly.

Soon, the two arrived at the second-floor hall of the Blackthorn Villa. Master Petain immediately took off his bearskin cloak, rolled up his sleeves, and said excitedly to Rosen: "Doctor Pasteur, your medicine is really good." It was amazing last night. By then, I no longer had pain. When I looked again this morning, I found that the rash had shrunk by more than half, and some of the ulcers had become scabbed! Tsk, tsk, tsk, White is indeed my good brother, and you are unparalleled. The great miraculous doctor!”

Rosen glanced at Petain's arm, his expression still calm, as if he had everything under control and nothing could surprise him.

He raised his hand and pointed at one of the doors casually, and then walked over first: "The effect is much worse than I expected. You go into the room, take off your clothes, lie down on the bed, I want to check carefully ”

When Petain heard this, he felt a little uneasy: "Doctor, the effect of the medicine is so good, but it's not as good as expected?"

Rosen nodded, with a hint of impatience on his face: "Are you the doctor or am I the doctor? Let me tell you, I am very tight on time and don't want to waste any more time. Next, I say, you do it, don't worry. Any nonsense, got it?”

This attitude is extremely bad. Before getting sick, if someone dared to speak to Petain like this, Petain would definitely give the other person a lot of pain, and maybe even ruin the other person's fortune, or even destroy his family.

But this time, apart from being secretly stunned, Pétain didn't feel any resistance at all. On the contrary, he felt that this doctor was extremely powerful. He thought to himself: 'He is indeed a miracle doctor, and his temper is also different. ’

He walked towards his bedroom and explained to Rosen casually as he walked: "Doctor Pasteur, you are going to the wrong place. The room behind you is the magician's room, and my room is over here."

"Oh~" Rosen responded, turned around and walked towards Bella. On the surface, he didn't have any unusual reaction, but there was a turmoil in his heart.

'It turned out to be the magician's bedroom. The magician's room actually emitted a white light that could only appear with the moon wand. Could it be that Anne had misunderstood it? The real situation was that the magician was practicing the soft light technique? ’

‘No, that’s not right. Hill said that soft light is a fire magic. The usual color is soft milky yellow. The light emitted by my moon wand is filtered by the milky white lampshade and emits a cooler white light. It is very easy to distinguish between the two. With Anne's eyesight, there was no way she could see it wrong. ’

'Suppose that the Moon Wand is really in the hands of the magician, and Anne infers from the clues that the Moon Wand was snatched away by a shadow demon. What would that look like? ’

Under this premise, various possibilities suddenly appeared.

‘The magician fell in love with the moon wand, so he hired the shadow demon to steal the wand? ’

'Or maybe the magician is actually the shadow demon in disguise? ’

'Or maybe the Shadow Demon doesn't actually exist, and the clues about the Shadow Demon are all faked by magicians to divert attention? ’

These speculations may or may not occur, and the truth was completely beyond Rosen's expectation. But no matter what, the magician and Adele's assassination are inseparable.

'There are still too few clues. I have to find a way to enter the room and search it. ’

Thinking this, Rosen followed Petain into his bedroom. After entering the bedroom, he suddenly asked: "Why didn't you see that annoying magician today? Did you drive him away?"

Petain nodded repeatedly: "Of course. Since you don't like it, I naturally can't leave him in the villa and make you unhappy."

"You fired him?"

"Fired? No, no, no, of course not. I just gave him a sum of money and let him go out and relax." Pétain said casually, while speaking,

Bian began to take off his clothes.

When he was taking off his clothes yesterday, he felt uneasy. But this time when he took off his clothes, he no longer had any resistance in his heart. He was now eager to get treatment from a miracle doctor so that he could be freed from the terrifying shadow of death as soon as possible.

On the other side, Rosen was mixing penicillin. After mixing, he stepped forward, activated the power of alchemy, disinfected Petain's butt slightly, and then inserted a needle into it.

"Hmm~~~~"

Petain groaned in ecstasy. Although his butt was extremely painful, he did not turn his head and tried his best to keep his body motionless for fear of disturbing Rosen.

The pain continued, mixed with a cold touch. Somehow, Pétain felt a strong sense of comfort in his heart when he thought that this strange method could help him fight off diseases like roseola.

'The pain is good, the pain is wonderful. If it hurts for a while longer, my illness will heal faster. ’ He even came up with such a strange idea.

Seven or eight seconds later, Rosen injected all the medicine into Petain's body. He packed up the tools, but did not leave in a hurry like yesterday. Instead, he walked to the corner of the room and sat down on a chair: "Okay, today's treatment is completed. Put on your clothes to avoid catching a cold."

"Okay." Petain turned over and sat up and said with a smile: "Doctor Pasteur, when you treat the disease, although it hurts a little, the effect is really good."

Unexpectedly, Rosen frowned slightly and shook his head coldly: "In fact, your illness is not as serious as Master White, but the healing speed is less than half of Master White's. The situation is beyond my expectation."

"Ah?" Petain suddenly became nervous, and his face suddenly turned a lot whiter: "Doctor Barbast, you can definitely solve this problem, right?"

Rosen was noncommittal. He lowered his head and pondered for five or six minutes before he said, "There is only one explanation I can think of, and that is that there is an evil force around you. It greatly weakens the potion's power. strength."

"Gudu~~" Master Petain swallowed subconsciously, and the hairs all over his body stood up. His eyes looked around, and he focused on all the dark corners in the room.

"Evil power?"

These days, ghosts and gods are always in people's hearts. Even the most advanced magician cannot completely escape the influence of ghost concepts, let alone a noble son who lives a dissolute life.

When Rosen used this move, he was sure to scare everyone.

Seeing that Young Master Petain had lost his mind, he nodded slowly: "In fact, when I walked into this villa for the first time yesterday, I felt a gloomy atmosphere. I became suspicious at that time, and you are sick. The abnormal performance further confirmed my suspicion.”

He looked at Petain's arm and said, "When I gave White the medicine, the rashes on his arms were basically all ulcerated. But I took the medicine for one day and then went back to see him the next day. All the ulcers on the skin of White's arm were scabbed and the rashes were gone. The rash has basically subsided. If you look at your own arm, although the rash has somewhat subsided, it is still far from gone. "

Master Petain had completely lost his idea. He got up from the bed, took a few steps towards Rosen, and then with a 'pop', he knelt directly on the floor: "Doctor Pasteur, I don't want to die! You must Save me!"

Rosen's face was still indifferent, without any expression at all: "Don't worry, since I said it, you will be cured in half a month. After that half month, you will definitely be cured, and I won't charge you a penny more." . However, this evil force is unpredictable and difficult to deal with. Something might happen. You must do everything I ask you to do in the past half month. Can you guarantee that you will do it?"

When speaking, Rosen's voice was hoarse and low, and no emotion could be heard.

But for some reason, Petain felt a lot more at ease. He was also knowledgeable and had seen more of the world than ordinary people. He knew that people with greater ability would be calmer and more emotionally stable when encountering problems. On the contrary, those guys who yelled and babbled when something unexpected happened were probably half-hearted.

He immediately raised his right hand and made an oath: "Doctor Pasteur, I, Mir Pétain, swear that as long as you can cure my disease, I will obey you in everything and I will never disobey you at all!"

At this point, Rosen breathed a sigh of relief: "This guy was fooled by me, things are easy to handle." ’

An update today. There will be four updates tomorrow and the day after tomorrow!