The Last Alchemist

When the red-haired old man said this, Rosen put down the knife and quietly reached out to his waist with his other hand, holding the newly made hand cannon on his waist.

"Old sir, do I owe you money?" Rosen asked.

"No."

"Then I didn't help you when I crossed the street?" Rosen asked again.

"It's not like I'm so old."

"Then why are you looking for me?" Rosen quietly took down the hand cannon, turned the muzzle, and pointed it at the red-haired old man under the table. As long as the other party was not good for him, he would pull the trigger decisively.

The red-haired old man seemed unaware of Rosen's little move. He still had a smile on his face: "Excellent talent, extraordinary wisdom, young and vigorous, just like me back then. Not bad, really good!"

Rosen couldn't help but roll his eyes: "Old sir, are you praising me, or are you praising yourself?"

"They all praise, they all praise." The red-haired old man smiled.

Rosen was a little confused after hearing this. He really couldn't figure out the other party's purpose, so he took a closer look at the other party's appearance. He was probably in his fifties, with fiery hair and two strands of white hair on the temples. He looked very expressive. He was rugged, with dark and rough skin. He looked no better than an old farmer working in the fields. The clothes he wore were of good quality, but they were not expensive materials. Even a moderately accomplished businessman could afford them.

Rosen couldn't help complaining about this old guy's inexplicable pretentiousness: 'This guy is really inexplicable. ’

"Old sir, tell me straight, why are you looking for me? If there's a good thing, I'm willing to hear about it. If it's a bad thing, please wait until I finish the meal before talking about it, okay?"

"Of course, you can eat." The red-haired old man smiled and extended his hand as an invitation.

Rosen continued to eat a few more mouthfuls. He felt a little uncomfortable when he saw that the other party was staring at him from the other side. After thinking about it, he waved to the hotel clerk. When the clerk came over, he threw two gold dragon coins to him. , said: "Give this old gentleman a bottle of Moonlight Night. Oh, by the way, get him a high-end wine glass. This old gentleman should prefer an elegant way of drinking."

The boy quickly brought the moonlight night over, and the red-haired old man did not refuse and said with a smile: "Thank you very much."

He drank by himself.

Rosen ignored him and started to wolf down. When all the food on the table was eaten, he was 80% full. He waved his hand to signal the waiter to clear the table, while he held a wooden toothpick, leaned lazily on the chair, and happily picked out the shreds of meat between his teeth.

"Old sir, you haven't spoken until now. That must be a bad thing, right?"

"It's not good, but it's not bad either. I'm saying it now because I'm happy." The old man took a sip of wine and returned what Rosen just said.

"Uh~~" Rosen was speechless.

After taking another sip of wine, the red-haired old man put down his glass and said, "Young man, let me ask you, since you are a magician, why don't you go to the academy to learn magic?"

"No money." Rosen spread his hands and replied casually. He wanted to see what the red-haired old man could say.

The red-haired old man choked for a moment, then laughed dumbly: "I don't think a person who can drink moonlight nights will have no money. So your excuse cannot convince me."

"I'm from the south, and colleges in the north won't accept me." Rosen gave a legitimate reason.

The red-haired old man nodded: "Hmm~ That makes sense, but as long as you are willing, with your talent, it is not too difficult to enter the academy."

"I'm not willing to go yet." Rosen chuckled.

"Why?"

"Why not? I just don't want to."

The red-haired old man hesitated for a moment, then suddenly laughed again: "Then let me guess, is it because the monster has a good skin, is charming and charming, and has good skills in bed at night, so you are reluctant to leave her?"

Rosen was even more shocked. He felt like someone had revealed his trump card. He frowned: "Old sir, I'm very busy and I don't have time to guess riddles with you. If you don't explain your purpose, then I'll leave." ”

With that said, Rosen stood up and prepared to go back to the room.

The red-haired old man actually stood up and followed him.

Rosen stopped and looked at him warily: "What are you doing?"

The red-haired old man smiled: "Aren't you studying runes recently? I want to see how far you have learned?"

"Are you spying on me?!" Rosen was shocked and angry.

"Don't be nervous, I don't mean any harm. Let's go. It's not convenient to talk here. Go to your room and let's talk." The red-haired old man still had a smile on his face, and he didn't look like he was looking for trouble.

Rosen really couldn't figure out the details of the other party. After hesitating for a moment, he nodded: "Then you can come."

The two of them walked towards the room on the third floor one after another. When they arrived in the room, Rosen raised the stove, lit the candles, then found a chair and sat down: "Old sir, sit down too."

"Hey~ Okay." The red-haired old man smiled like a kind little old man. He picked a chair close to the stove and sat down.

After sitting down, Rosen asked: "Old sir, can you speak frankly now?"

The red-haired old man rubbed his hands, took a breath of hot air into his palms, and looked at Rosen with a smile: "Young man, I heard that you are looking for trouble with Bishop Amran?"

"." Rosen was so shocked that he was a little numb. He was silent for a while and said, "Old sir, who are you?"

"Don't worry about who I am? Just tell me, right?"

"I do have this idea."

"Yes, yes, it's great to be young. I don't know how high the sky is and how thick the earth is. I dare to look for anyone's troubles. It's exactly the same as when I was young." The red-haired old man looked nostalgic.

Rosen was almost driven crazy by this mysterious guy: "Old sir."

The red-haired old man waved his hand to interrupt Rosen: "Young man, don't worry, I'm not here to trouble you today. We won't talk about Bishop Amran's bad things, and you don't care about my identity. You are a magician. , It just so happens that I am also a magician. How about we talk about magic today? "

What else could Rosen do?

In this encounter, his details were revealed by the other party. He knew nothing about the other party. He was at a complete disadvantage. Naturally, whatever the other party said would be the way to go.

"Okay. What do you want to talk about?"

"Hmm~~" The red-haired old man looked around. Suddenly, his eyes fell on the hand cannon on Rosen's waist: "Young man, you have a pretty good thing, can you show it to me?"

What a rude request.

Rosen thought for a moment, reached out to remove the magazine, and then handed the hand cannon to the opponent.

The red-haired old man took the hand cannon and looked left and right, up and down, and finally squinted his eyes and looked into the black barrel of the hand cannon. While looking at it, he said: "Not bad, not bad. It's really a sophisticated weapon. No wonder Can kill a lot of ghouls."

After looking at it for a while, he looked at the magazine in Rosen's hand: "You have the so-called bullets in it, right? Can you show me one?"

Seeing the hesitation on Rosen's face, the red-haired old man handed the hand cannon back to Rosen: "Don't be stingy, I'm just looking at the bullets, I won't hit you with this thing."

Rosen could only pull out a bullet and hand it to the other party.

The red-haired old man held the bullet in his hand and began to look up and down again. As he looked at it, he sighed repeatedly: "What an ingenious idea, especially the potion inside, which is indeed much better than the Thor Power potion. It’s worth spending 100,000 gold dragon coins to buy.”

As soon as these words came out, Rosen's heart moved and he guessed the identity of the other party: "Are you an academy magician? You met Lilith. Lilith told you, right?"

"Well~ I did meet Lilith, but the girl didn't say anything. Everything I know is from my investigation." There was no surprised expression on the red-haired old man's face.

He threw the bullet back to Rosen and said with a smile: "Young man, your weapon is very, very good, and the medicine is really good. I can't take advantage of you in vain. However, the academy is short of money recently, so I I can’t give you such a large amount of money. You don’t seem to be short of money, so how about I use the magic book to pay off the debt?”

Rosen spread his hands. What else could he do? The other party must be a master of magic. He has been looking at the hand cannon and bullets for so long, so there is no secret left. In this era without intellectual copyright, it is useless if he does not agree, as the other party can still imitate it.

"If I'm not wrong, you have a high status in the academy and your magic is very strong. Naturally, I am not your opponent. But since it is a fair transaction, 100,000 gold dragon coins are not a small amount. You can't use them casually. The magician sent me away."

The red-haired old man reached into his arms and took out a thin manual. There were a few words written in Cowell script on the manual: "Compendium of Advanced Runes."

"Aren't you studying runes? This rune advanced compendium is the most precious rune magic book in the academy. It records all good things. It should be enough to pay for your gold dragon coins."

"Really or not? It looks a bit thin?" Rosen was dubious.

The red-haired old man looked serious: "Hey~ How could I lie to you? Even though it is thin, every word in the book is worth 1,000 gold dragon coins. There are about 70,000 words in this book, so this time you But it’s a huge profit.”

Rosen felt like he was being deceived, but he had no choice but to take the magic book and put it in his arms: "Deal."

After giving the magic book, the red-haired old man stood up and stared at Rosen's face. While looking at it, he said: "Very good, very good. You are a very good young man. You have a smart mind and can speak well. If you can Keep your distance from monsters and that’s perfect.”

Rosen was speechless: "Old sir, what if I don't?"

"Then I will keep persuading you until you change your mind."

Rosen was shocked: "Aren't you ready to leave?"

"Haha, that's not true. There is still a lot of time in the future. Let's go."

The red-haired old man turned and left.

Rosen breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, when the old man walked to the door, he suddenly turned around and said to Rosen: "Young man, although rune literature is wonderful, it is unreliable. You can study it, but you must not delay your own research. Magic practice."

Rosen felt that this guy was too lenient. He couldn't help but roll his eyes and said impatiently: "I remember, old gentleman!"

Seeing Rosen like this, the red-haired old man shook his head and sighed: "Hey, too young, too young, forget it, you just need to hit the wall a few more times."

After saying that, he turned and left.

As soon as he left, Rosen immediately packed up his things and prepared to leave the Secret Garden Hotel so as to be as far away from the old gentleman as possible.

But in the middle of cleaning up, Rosen finally stopped: "This red-haired old man is obviously a high-ranking person in the academy and a master of magic. He doesn't seem to have any ill intentions towards me, and he might even give me some pointers on magic. Furthermore, There’s only so much space in Nerogard, where else can I hide?”

Thinking of this, Rosen simply stopped leaving.

He put his things back in place, sat back at the table, and started studying basic runes again.

‘Hehe, didn’t you say that runes are unreliable? I’ll make them reliable. When the time comes, I’ll make your eyes drop to the ground! ’