The Last Alchemist

In the early morning, the rain was still drizzling, and there was a lot of snow mixed in the rain, and the temperature became lower and lower.

Even the strongest man could not withstand such severe cold. In order to keep warm, people huddled together in the awning, relying on each other and trying to keep the warmth on their bodies as much as possible.

In the crowd, the one-eyed wolf couldn't stand the cold. His face, eyebrows, and hair were all covered with white frost, his lips were frozen blue, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

At this moment, the only thought in his mind was that he hoped there would be a ball of fire around him to warm his body. If there was a cup of hot water, no, a bite of food, he would be satisfied.

Compared with the rain shelter outside, the situation in the stone house was much better. There were many fires in the house, and there was no freezing rain or cold wind, but for the relatively weak elderly and children, this was still a great torment.

"Mother, I'm hungry."

From time to time, a tender child's voice would be heard in a corner, and every time this happened, the only thing the child's mother could do was to hold the child tightly in her arms.

These children were still lucky, and the most miserable were the orphans.

When the monsters attacked, the children were always protected by their parents. They were all hidden by their parents, and as a result, many of these children became orphans.

There were quite a number of orphans in the stone house, more than 40.

These children were only 11 or 12 years old, and the youngest were only 5 or 6 years old. They had no one to rely on and no strength. They were squeezed by the adults in the darkest and coldest corner of the stone house, away from the warm fire.

Because they were worried all day and had been caught in the rain before, some children fell ill. They curled up on the ground and had a high fever. Perhaps they were confused by the fever, many children talked in their sleep, and they burst into tears while talking, while some children smiled, as if they had found their parents again in their dreams.

Other children sat on the ground blankly, either crying silently or with numb expressions.

In this cruel world, no one cares about their life or death. Maybe someone saw this scene, maybe someone would feel sympathy, but everyone is in trouble and has no power to change it.

These orphans seem to be abandoned by fate.

In the other corner of the stone house.

Vincent also did not sleep all night, because he really wanted to know where Rosen would get food.

For this reason, he has been paying attention to the movements of the magicians.

But to his disappointment, the only movement was that Rosen left the hall more than 3 hours ago and went to the second floor of the stone house. He went alone,

without anyone, and all the other magicians stayed in the hall.

At about five in the morning, old Claude woke up. He turned his head and looked at Vincent. Seeing that his eyes were still open, he asked vaguely, "Brother, you are still awake."

Vincent looked at Claude: "It's not dawn yet, why are you awake so early?"

Claude rubbed his sleepy eyes and gently patted his sore shoulders: "I'm old and I sleep lightly."

He followed Vincent's gaze and looked deep into the hall. He didn't see Rosen, so he asked, "Where is Master Rosen?"

"He went upstairs and has been there for several hours." Vincent was very nervous.

Seeing that the day was about to dawn, he really couldn't think of how Rosen would fulfill his promise. If Rosen broke his promise, the fate of them would be extremely tragic.

Old Claude was also a little uneasy. He sat up and whispered, "Let's wait for the judgment of fate together."

Time passed by minute by minute. After the last darkness of dawn, the sky began to slowly brighten. At six o'clock in the morning, a faint morning light appeared on the horizon.

In the stone house, many people woke up, or more accurately, they didn't fall asleep at all.

"Where is Master Rosen?" Someone soon found that Rosen was not in the hall.

"Yes, where is he?" Someone was puzzled.

"Will something happen?" Someone was uneasy.

"Did he lie to us about his promise last night?" Someone was worried.

"Did Master Rosen abandon us?" Someone was afraid.

People who had witnessed the destruction of Nirogard and became penniless were extremely sensitive. Once there was any disturbance, countless terrifying associations would arise in their hearts.

As time passed, the crowd became more and more uneasy and anxious, and began to stir uncontrollably.

"Quiet! Quiet!" A female voice suddenly sounded. It was the magician Lilith.

The commotion paused temporarily.

Lilith said loudly: "Don't worry, Master Rosen is on the second floor. He is making magic bread for you and it is almost done."

"Magic bread?"

This is a new word. People don't understand magic, so they naturally have no way to tell whether it is true or false. However, Lilith at least gave an answer, which temporarily soothed people's fragile hearts.

However, ordinary people can accept this answer, but magicians are not so easy to convince, especially magician Tarot.

Last night, he was whipped by Rosen and made a big fool in front of everyone. Although he didn't dare to say anything afterwards, hatred was planted in his heart. Hearing Lilith's words, a burst of anger suddenly erupted in his heart.

Under the control of this anger, he lost his mind and sneered subconsciously: "Hehehe, magic bread? Lilith, do you believe this yourself?"

Lilith frowned: "Tarot, what do you mean?"

Tarot raised his voice and said loudly: "As we all know, magic is not omnipotent. The most important point is that magic can never create life. You and I both know that bread is made of wheat flour, and wheat flour is ground from wheat grains. There is no any Magic can create grains of life. Master Fleming once said that life is a forbidden area for gods, and mortals cannot enter it. How can there be bread? Why can Sen do it?”

This question was well-founded, and most of the magicians in the stone room nodded in agreement, and then all looked at Lilith, waiting for her explanation.

Lilith was a little confused by the question.

In fact, when Rosen said that some food could be made using alchemy, she was also very surprised. Although Rosen briefly explained the principle to her, she only half understood.

Now, Tarot asked her to explain the principle, but she simply couldn't do it.

Helpless, she could only say: "I don't need to explain it. In a while, Master Rosen will come down with food. By then, you will know if the bread is real or fake, just take a bite."

"Ha~" Tarot became even more angry: "Take a bite? Do you think we are fools?"

"What do you mean?" Lilith was a little annoyed. She felt that this junior fellow student was becoming more and more unreasonable. This guy seemed to dislike Rosen. No matter what Rosen did, he would always find fault.

Tarot said loudly: "As far as I know, among all magic, the one most closely related to life is necromancy magic. Necromancers desecrate corpses and do various inhuman experiments on people. Yesterday, Rosen showed the skills of a necromancer during the treatment process, and now he wants to trick us into eating the so-called 'food' he made. Isn't it poison? "

"Buzz~~~"

People immediately started talking, many people had doubtful looks on their faces, and some looked a little scared.

After hearing this, Vincent felt very angry. Impulsively, he stood up suddenly and shouted to Tarot: "Mr. Magician, let me ask you, when the monster tied us to the west square of the city, where were you?" Where? When it rained last night, where were you? Now, Rosen is preparing food for us. It would be better if you just open your mouth and deny everything. If you have the ability, you should take out the food. ah!"

Magician Tarot was stunned for a moment. He did not expect that an ordinary civilian would question him like this. He glanced at Vincent and said disdainfully: "Who do you think you are? What qualifications do you have to talk to me?"

Vincent was so excited that he couldn't care about anything. He tried hard to get rid of his wife's hand. He walked out of the crowd and looked directly at Tarot: "My name is Vincent Alawang. Before the God's Day, I am Nile. An ordinary businessman in Jiade City. Yes, you are magic. Master, my status is not as noble as yours, but I am also a citizen of God. I have told the facts that I have seen with my own eyes, but you have not seen anything, but you have been maliciously slandering me, no matter what your identity is, but you! Doing this is no different from a despicable rat!"

"Hiss~~"

A group of people in the crowd gasped, and Old Claude couldn't help but slapped his forehead hard: "Oh~ This guy really doesn't want his life!"

Magician Tarot's face turned blue with anger, and the magic ring on his hand began to glow slightly, preparing to cast a spell to punish this ungrateful guy.

But at this moment, a cold metal pipe pressed against his lower back, and a voice sounded softly behind him: "Tarot, Master Rosen prohibits killing without reason."

Magician Tarot was shocked. He knew the owner of the voice, the female stalker who had been following Rosen. And that cold metal tube was a powerful musket. If he was shot, he would definitely die. .

He took a deep breath and suppressed the raging anger in his heart, but the expression on his face became extremely ferocious uncontrollably: "Evidence? You want evidence, right? I'll show you the evidence!"

He suddenly walked towards the magician Huma who was not far away. Regardless of the other person's puzzled eyes, he lifted the quilt on his body, revealing the newly stitched wound.

The sutures were clearly visible on the wound, which looked like a long centipede, extremely hideous and terrifying.

He shouted: "Look! This is the evidence! Rosen used needle and thread to sew the wounds of the flesh and blood body! He has no respect for life. In his eyes, the flesh and blood body is nothing more than a tool!"

"Oh~~"

"God~ This is so scary."

"Is Master Rosen really a necromancer?"

People immediately started talking, and even Vincent was speechless for a while.

The magician Huma finally reacted. He was furious. If he hadn't been seriously injured, he would have turned against him on the spot.

Even though he is now weak, he still yells at Tarot with all his strength: "Tarot, you are crazy! You clearly know that this is just a surgical operation, and you clearly know that if it weren't for Master Rosen's treatment, I would be dead now! What do you want? What to do?”

Tarot became more and more excited: "Xuma, you were deceived by him! He is a liar! What he injected into your body with that strange glass tube was the undead potion! I tell you, sooner or later you will become his undead puppet !”

Huma didn't believe it at all. He took the quilt back and covered himself with his hands. He gritted his teeth and sneered: "Tarot, put away your hypocrisy. You think you can deceive me with just a few words. What a joke, I am also a magician, my own I know my health very well, I’m doing very well now!”

This action exhausted Huma's strength, and he turned his head and ignored Tarot.

Although the two magicians were arguing, what they said was far beyond the knowledge level of ordinary people, and people had no way to judge right or wrong. However, because of the quarrel, people were half-believing and half-doubting the words of magician Tarot.

Vincent always believed in Rosen. Seeing magician Xuma refuting Tarot's words, he immediately shouted: "Look! Look! What this magician did, even if it was not nonsense, was just his wishful thinking. I am a businessman, I have traveled to many places and met many people. I have seen too many people like him! Arrogant, jealous, selfish, and useless!"

Tarot was defeated by Xuma. He was already panicking, and was insulted by Vincent. He finally became furious and stared at Vincent with bloodshot eyes: "You are looking for death!"

He ignored Anne's threat and was about to take action.

At this moment, a cold voice came from the stairs on the second floor: "Tarot, enough!"