The Last Alchemist

When the guard opened the cell door, Lakewen dared not move. Because he saw that the other guard had leveled the iron rod in his hand at some point, and one end of the iron rod was just facing his body.

He had personally experienced the great power of this thing, and he didn't want to be fucked again.

"Come here, put on the handcuffs." The guard looked at him with a wary face.

Lakewen did it obediently.

After putting on the heavy iron handcuffs, he saw the other guard put down the iron rod in his hand, which made Lakewen slightly relieved.

"Okay, come with me." The guard waved to Lakewen and walked towards the dungeon exit first.

Lakewen was uneasy, not knowing what fate he would face, but he had no choice, because during the time he hesitated, the iron rod in the hand of the other guard was unconsciously raised again.

'Oh, damn iron musket! ' Lakewen muttered, staggering to keep up with the guard's steps.

When he passed by other iron cages, he found that the prisoners in the cages were looking at him with gloating eyes, as if he was on his way to the execution ground.

"Hey~ Newcomer, good luck."

"He looks so handsome, but he is a short-lived ghost."

"Less than one in ten people who walk out of here come back, young man, may God bless you."

The prisoners' words made Lakewen even more panicked. It's true that he has lived for more than 60 years, but he still has a lot of things to do. If nothing unexpected happens, he can live for hundreds of years in the future. He can't bear to die like this.

'Ah~ Greed killed me! '

Lakewen was extremely panicked, but he didn't dare to move. Although his chest injury was lighter than he showed, he had no confidence at all to fight against two guards holding muskets with shackles on his hands.

Besides, this is a fortress, full of musketeers and a terrifying magic master. Even if he killed the two guards, he would not be able to face the subsequent pursuit.

When he followed the guards to the stairs leading to the ground, he couldn't help asking: "Hey~ man, how is your master going to deal with me? I tell you, I am really different from the others in the cage. I just passed by Nirogard. You can't sentence me to death for this."

The guard glanced at him, with a flash of contempt in his eyes: "Save these words to the master, it's useless to tell me."

Lakewen shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, no, you can't do this, I'm just an unlucky guy who encountered misfortune, I didn't do anything, really, you can't kill me!"

He didn't leave, squatted down against the wall, holding his head with both hands, and his spirit almost collapsed.

The silent guard behind him came up and hit Lakewen's back with the butt of his rifle, almost knocking him down. The severe pain came from his back and affected the wound on his chest, causing Lakewen to gasp in pain.

"Keep going, or I don't mind giving you a ride." The silent guard said in a cold voice, with the musket in his hand pointed directly at Lakewen's head. He was not prepared to reason with Lakewen at all.

Lakewen was really afraid that this guy would hit him on the head. He had no choice but to get up, endure the pain, and follow the guard's footsteps with a grin.

Soon, the three of them walked out of the dimly lit underground stairs and entered the hall on the first floor of the fortress. The light suddenly became much brighter, and the surrounding environment became lively. People kept entering the hall and leaving the hall in a hurry. Everyone was busy doing their own things. When they passed by Lakewen, they would at most glance at him and would never stop to watch.

Lakewen had never seen this kind of state where everyone was busy and working non-stop in other places, and he felt it was very strange, but his attention was quickly put back on himself, and he felt that his life had entered a countdown.

‘What a terrifying place. ’ Lakewen thought sadly.

The guard continued to lead the way in front, through the hall, up the stairs, and when they reached the second floor, the two guards stopped. The guard in front actually took out the key to open the shackles in Lakewen’s hand. He pointed to an ordinary wooden door and said, “Go forward, count to the second wooden door, push the door in, and the master is waiting for you inside.”

Lakewen was stunned: “Am I alone?”

“Yes, you are alone. Remember, you must be respectful, otherwise even if the master does not blame you, I will shoot you in the head!” The guard threatened viciously.

Lakewen nodded repeatedly: “Don’t worry, I dare not be rude to the master.”

“Go.”

Lakewen took a deep breath, tried his best to calm his mind, and walked towards the wooden door step by step. Behind that wooden door, he will face the judge of his fate. Life or death, all depends on the other party's thoughts.

"I don't know which magic master is inside, the thunder messenger Max? The sage Nia? Or the alchemy master Fred Ben?"

When pushing the door, Lekven guessed so. When he pushed the door open, the first thing he saw was a huge, extremely messy desk. This desk occupied most of the room. On the desk were piles of scrolls, piles of manuscript paper, and various small gadgets that were difficult to name. Not to mention other things, there were 4 ink bottles with feather pens inserted.

Behind this pile of things, a young man was writing hard at his desk. This man looked very young, probably only in his early 20s. He had neat short black hair and was wearing a gray cotton-lined leather armor. He looked a bit like the young travelers who could be seen everywhere on the street.

‘Is this the master? ! ’

This person's image was completely different from the magic master in Lakevin's impression. The huge contrast made Lakevin stunned and speechless for a moment.

The other party heard the movement at the door and looked up.

Lakwen saw an unremarkable face, with eyes a little darker than the average person, but nothing special. If he appeared on the street, no one would pay much attention to him.

"Uh~~~Master, is it you. Want to see me?" Lexvin felt that he might have walked into the wrong room. He did not think that such a young man would become the leader of Nerogard City.

"Yes, that's me. However, master is just the honorific title that people give me. In fact, my power is far from a real magic master." The young man smiled gently and put down the quill in his hand.

"Haha~~That's definitely far behind. I've never seen such a young magic master." Lakwen felt that most of the pressure in his heart had dissipated. Such a young man, even if he is a magician, even if he is a genius, how strong can his magic power be?

He vaguely felt that if he ignored the injury on his chest and fought hard, he might even be able to take the other party as a hostage. Of course, this idea was very risky, and he naturally couldn't act easily without knowing the details of the other party.

The young man was naturally Rosen. Of course he didn't know what Lakwen was thinking. He continued: "Can you introduce yourself, Undead?"

Lakwen was slightly startled, but then relieved. Perhaps ordinary people cannot distinguish the undead from the crowd, but for a magician, this is an easy task.

Now that we have reached this point, it is no big deal to reveal our identity. He bowed slightly and said, "My name is Lakevin Nayland. I have been wandering around the Free City of Berkeley for the past 20 years."

"Oh, it turned out to be Mr. Lakwen. I heard that you were accidentally injured by my soldiers, and I am very sorry for that. However, I am curious, since you have been in Berkeley, why did you come to Nerogard? "Rosen asked again.

"Well." Lakwen was a little embarrassed. After hesitating for a while, he told the truth: "I've been tight on money recently. I guess Nerogard fell. Oh no, it was attacked by monsters. I just wanted to find some money in the ruins. "As a result, I got lost on the way and bumped into your soldiers by mistake. You should already know what happened next."

After hearing this, Rosen flicked his fingers, pondered for half a minute, and then said, "I believe everything else, but getting lost is a very low-level excuse. I want to listen to the truth."

"I don't want to say it." Lakwen shook his head, thinking about the monster he saw in the windmill again, especially when he recalled the green-black face of the half-hearted magician Tompu, he couldn't help but I shivered.

He didn't know why, but he subconsciously didn't want to recall the scene in the mill. Whenever he recalled it carefully, the blood-red eyes on the blue-black face would become very eye-catching, as if they came to life in his memory. Like, very scary.

Rosen smiled faintly: "I think you don't have the right to choose. Go on, tell me the truth. Why did you go to the mine in the north of the city alone at night?!"

When he said the second half of the sentence, the smile on Rosen's face had disappeared.

As soon as he came to this world, he met the vampire Viken. He was naturally wary of the undead, especially when the undead appeared near the hematite cave. You must know that for Nirogard at this stage, iron ore is a strategic resource that cannot be lost.

Lakwen was stunned for a moment. He couldn't figure out why Rosen suddenly turned his back. He was also angry and said loudly: "Master Magic, did you make a mistake? I passed the mine, but I didn't go in. Make trouble, I was just passing by! You know? I just walked to the mine and didn't enter it. Interested in seeing what happened! Besides, what’s so good about a mine? I’ve always hated dark, damp and cold places. As a result, I was shot by a gun for no apparent reason and almost lost my life. . Now that I have told the truth, do you just want to send me away with just 'I'm very sorry'?"

After yelling like this, Lakwen finally let out a sigh of relief and felt much more relaxed.

He looked at the face of the young man behind the desk again, and suddenly felt that the young man was actually very pitiful, because he believed that soon, the group of fire-worshiping lunatics from the free city of Berkeley would rush over and kill this young magician. Burn him on the stake, and then rob all the wealth here.

‘Hey~ The other person doesn’t live long anymore, why should I care about a dead person? ’ Lakevin felt that he should be more generous.

Rosen frowned. He felt that the undead's mentality was a little wandering, just like his charming face, which made people feel very unreliable. He tapped his fingers lightly on the table and reminded: "Mr. Lakwen , my patience and time are limited.”

Lakewen looked up at the young man behind the table, calculating his chances of winning after his sudden attack. In his opinion, the other party should be a rare magic genius, with outstanding talent and good at seizing opportunities, but at the age of early 20, his power is only at the level of a 3-star magician.

You know, the glorious saint of the Flame Church, Emile, is only 21 years old now. Although everyone praises her, he has dealt with Emile before, and her real power is just like that.

In the final analysis, she is still too young.

‘The power of a 3-star magician is enough to scare ordinary people, but I have not lived in vain for these 60 years. What kind of battles have I not seen? ! ’

Thinking of this, Lakewen felt that his chances of winning were quite high. In order to survive, it was worth it to fight this one.

He lost his fear, took a step forward, supported his hands on the desk, leaned over and sneered at Rosen: "Respected magic master~ I want to remind you that my patience is also limited! I have said everything I can say. If I don’t want to say it, please don’t force me!"