The Last Alchemist

Blackthorn Villa.

Pétain paced anxiously in his bedroom.

Three days had passed since the arrest of Magician Brown. Even though he had such a big incident, his aunt did not come to visit him, but only sent a greeting message. The City Hall also sent people to express their condolences and reported the trial results of Magician Brown. The unlucky guy was sentenced to death by the judge and executed on the same day.

Apart from this, no other news came, as if he had been forgotten.

But he didn't care about all this. In the past few months of illness, he had already gotten used to this indifference. The only thing that made him anxious was that it was already four o'clock in the afternoon of the third day, and Dr. Pasteur had not appeared yet.

God, his illness was not cured, but the doctor was nowhere to be found. This was such a maddening thing.

'God, you gave me hope, but destroyed it with your own hands. Why do you torture me like this? Is it really as those charlatans say, that promiscuity is an unforgivable sin? ’

‘Could it be that Dr. Pasteur was killed by the devil? ’

‘God, tell me, what should I do? Just wait here to die? ’

Such a meaningless wait is obviously not a solution, but Pétain really can't think of a better solution. He tried to calm himself down, sat down, and continued to study the calculus that Brown brought him.

But this method that was very effective in the past was useless today.

After forcing himself to read for a few minutes, Pétain finally couldn't help but explode. He slapped the desk with both hands with all his strength, making a loud "bang~bang~bang~".

His hands hurt, but Pétain didn't care at all. He needed pain to divert his attention.

Just when he was about to go crazy, a black thing suddenly flew in from the window, and with a "bang", it hit Pétain's forehead, making Pétain's eyes see stars.

He reached out and touched it, and felt a hand of warm liquid. When he took his hand down, he saw that his hands were full of blood.

"Damn it, who threw the stone!" Petain was furious. He looked down and found a bloodstained wooden scroll box on the table.

"Hey, what is that?"

Petain was stunned. He didn't care about the wound on his forehead. He picked up the scroll box and took a look. He took out a small sheepskin scroll as thick as a middle finger. He unfolded it and saw a sentence written on it: "Take the money, turn left, walk 100 meters, and go to the room at the end of the corridor on the second floor of the Tired Traveler's Inn. Remember, come alone! - Doctor Pasteur left."

"Ah? It's Doctor Pasteur!"

Petain was ecstatic. He picked up a rag from the table and wiped the blood on his forehead. He counted out 10,000 gold dragon coins from the cash box, put them in, and then put on a thick bearskin cloak, put on a leather hat to cover his face, and hurried out.

According to the instructions on the scroll, he trotted into the Tired Traveler's Inn, went straight to the second floor, and at the end of the corridor, there was indeed a door. He suppressed his excitement and raised his hand to knock on the door.

Before his hand touched the door panel, the door creaked open, and a hoarse and low voice came from the room inside the door: "Come in, close the door by the way."

Familiar voice, familiar tone, it was Dr. Pasteur!

Pétain no longer doubted it. Although the light in the room was very dim, he walked in without hesitation. After closing the door, he asked: "Dr. Pasteur, why don't you come directly to my house?"

A bearded man wearing a fur coat and hanging all kinds of gadgets on his body walked out of the dark corner of the room. It was Rosen in disguise: "Because of what happened a few days ago, many people are curious about me, and I am a person who likes quietness. Well, there is not much time. Have you brought the money?"

"I have it, I have it." Pétain handed over the purse.

Rosen took the purse, weighed it for a moment, and then threw it on the wooden box behind him, pointing to the narrow wooden bed in the room: "Take off your clothes and lie on it."

"Okay!" Petain obediently stripped off his clothes and then lay on the bed. The whole process took less than 5 seconds, and he was very skilled.

Rosen also skillfully extracted the medicine, activated the alchemical power, controlled the syringe to fly to Petain's buttocks, stabbed it hard, and then quickly pushed the medicine into the buttocks muscle.

"Uh~~~" Petain made a strange sound of pain and satisfaction.

Rosen's scalp exploded when he heard it. He felt that Petain must have the potential of a masochist. He could get so excited after an injection. He was really a strange flower.

After the injection, Rosen quickly checked the papules on Petain's body and found that these papules had basically subsided, and the ulcerated areas had completely scabbed and healed. He drew some more blood and used alchemical magic to check the blood, and found that the pale spirochetes were completely gone.

In other words, Pétain had actually recovered, and the injection today was just for insurance.

After the examination, Rosen took back the syringe and said, "Without the influence of the devil, your disease has recovered quickly and is basically cured, but there is still a possibility of recurrence. Remember, if you want to live well, stay away from those nightingales!"

Pétain breathed a sigh of relief and was convinced: "Dr. Pasteur, I know I was wrong. I will never dare to touch those nightingales again. No, I swear, I won't even touch women for the rest of my life!"

Rosen was speechless after hearing this: "That doesn't have to be so absolute. Also, I will come to check your body again after a while. If there is no recurrence, then you will be completely cured."

Pétain asked hurriedly: "When will you come?"

"The time is uncertain, come when you have time. Oh, by the way, I heard that Earl Derek is ill. He has been having a high fever and talking nonsense?" Rosen suddenly asked.

Pétain nodded with a look of disdain: "That upstart deserves it! God is punishing him!"

"You seem to look down on him?" Rosen raised his eyebrows.

There was deep indignation on Petain's face: "Yes, of course I despise him! Over the years, countless lovely and beautiful girls have been ruined in his hands! You don't know, I once saw a girl who was abused by him Damn girl, oh my god~ that girl is beautiful The beautiful land is flawless, it is simply a work of art carefully created by God. What kind of devil would have the heart to destroy it? Let me tell you, Doctor Pasteur, that guy is a vicious murderer! Bloody butcher! He deserves to die!"

Petain became more and more excited as he spoke. At the end of his speech, he raised his hand, clenched his fist and waved it, as if he was going to fight Count Derek.

"Hmm~ You're right." Rosen admired this playboy a little bit. Although he was romantic and had a very high family background, when it came to women, everything was a deal between you and me. Although he was in a bad mood after suffering from a terminal illness, he also He is not hysterical and cannot be called a gentleman, but he is still a real villain.

"Doctor Pasteur, you shouldn't have saved him, really!" Pétain said seriously.

"Who said I wanted to save him?"

"Then why are you asking about his illness?" Petain looked confused.

"I'm just interested in his disease itself. Specifically, I want to observe the development process of the disease at close range so that I can get more case samples."

Petain was stunned: "You mean, you want to see him die with your own eyes?"

"Earl Derek may not necessarily die of illness, but what you said is not wrong. I really don't plan to help him treat him. Although this can make a lot of money, it will bring me a huge reputation, which is not worth the loss."

After speaking, Rosen asked: "Do you know of any way to help me sneak into Earl Derek's mansion quietly?"

When he asked this question, Petain clapped his hands and said with a smile: "This is simple. Derek is currently recuperating in Nerogard City. He lives in the Blue Moon Mansion in the west of the city. As for me, I happen to have some friendship with the son of the steward of the mansion. I When you get back, write him a letter and introduce you to him, just say "

"Just say that I am a refugee from the south and want to find a job in the city. I am good at arts and crafts, so being a gardener is suitable."

"Ah, is this okay? In this winter, the gardener's work is very hard?"

"Just a little sacrifice for medicine."

"Oh well."

After it was agreed, Pétain got dressed and prepared to leave.

"etc."

"Is there anything else, Doctor Pasteur?"

Rosen took out a glass medicine and threw it over: "I'm sorry for smashing your forehead. This is a wound medicine. Apply it to the wound and it will heal in two days. Also, when I go to the Blue Moon Mansion, please don't talk to anyone. People say, do you understand?”

"I understand, I will never let anyone interfere with your research." Pétain held the medicine bottle, feeling warm in his heart. He felt that Dr. Pasteur was very reliable and very trustworthy. He didn't know why, but every move of the other party made him feel a sense of intimacy in his heart.

Naturally, Rosen didn't know what Petain was thinking. After he finished this, he immediately turned over and left the room through the secret door. Just for a moment, he heard several people walking towards the room.

"Sorry, magicians of the academy, there will no longer be Doctor Pasteur."

The secret door led directly to a remote alley. The back door of a house in the alley was open. Rosen walked in. After a while, a young man in a gorgeous blue robe walked out of the front door of the house. After walking a few steps, a carriage appeared. Drive over.

The young man waved his hand, and the carriage stopped. He took the young man into the carriage, then restarted and drove lightly away from the neighborhood.

Less than half a minute after he walked, two young magicians, one tall and one short, appeared in the room on the second floor of the hotel. Naturally, the room was already empty.

The two magicians searched for a while but found nothing.

The tall magician gritted his teeth: "This guy is very cunning. He didn't leave any traces."

They had just been negligent, but when they came to their senses, they found that Master Petain was no longer in the villa. By the time they found Master Petain and rushed over quickly, it was already too late.

"There is a strange smell in the air. I have never smelled it before. Could it be the smell of the healing potion?" The short magician sniffed the air.

"It's very possible." The tall magician waved his hand with regret: "It's a pity that we couldn't catch this guy named Pasteur!"

Although Brown said that Pasteur was a liar. But he carefully examined the bodies of Master Petain and Master White while they were sleeping, and he was sure that their illnesses were indeed cured.

"Do you think this guy has actually made a medicine to treat roseola?" the short magician said in a low voice.

"It's impossible, right? Master Fleming has failed, so why should he?" The tall magician was dubious.

"Then what do we do now?"

"There is no other way but to continue to monitor Master Petain. Maybe he will show up again." The tall magician sighed helplessly. After a pause, he suddenly said: "Hey Moses, have you heard that Lilith has been sent to protect Earl Derek? You said she is so beautiful, will Earl Derek do that to her?"

The short magician showed a trace of anger on his face: "Green, the most annoying thing about you is that you like to talk nonsense! If Miss Lilith hears you cursing her behind her back, she will definitely make you suffer!"

The tall magician spread his hands: "Don't be angry, Moses. I admit that her power is very strong, but she is not an omnipotent god. With her usual arrogant and rude behavior, she will be taught a lesson sooner or later."

"She is arrogant because she has the ability. Even if someone teaches her a lesson, it won't be your turn!" The short magician's words became more angry.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything. I know you like her, so I won't say bad things about your sweetheart."