The Last Alchemist

Lakevin's attitude changed so quickly that it was hard to fathom.

When he first entered the door, he was cautious and timid, fearing that he would be killed. After chatting with Rosen for a few words, this guy actually started to threaten Rosen.

This situation was beyond Rosen's expectation.

He put down the manuscript paper in his hand, leaned back in his chair, and said, "Mr. Lakevin, please pay attention to your attitude."

"Ha~ Attitude?" Lakwen laughed loudly. He stood up straight and looked down at Rosen: "Master Magic, my attitude is very obvious. I don't want to say anything! If you try to force me, then please "Be prepared for anger."

Rosen laughed out loud. He took a closer look at Lakwen's face. He had double eyelids and a melon-shaped face. He looked almost coquettish. If he had long hair, put on women's clothes, and dressed up a little, he would probably be no better than Anne and Wei. Ronika is inferior, even competing with Lilith. Now, this face was full of contempt, as if the undead would beat him up if he was even slightly dissatisfied.

For such a ignorant guy, the only correct way to deal with it is to teach him a lesson.

After making up his mind, Rosen raised his finger and pointed at the blood stains on Lakwen's chest, and said with a smile: "I heard that you were accidentally injured by my soldiers, and the injury was serious. But now it seems that the news is exaggerated. You He looks very good and energetic~"

When he talked about the wound on his chest, Lakwen became more and more angry. He was treated like a wild boar and shot for no reason. He was in so much pain that he wanted to die. Now he has finally recovered a little. What caused all this? The culprit came to ridicule him again, which was simply unbearable.

"Master Magic, you made a mistake!"

"What's the mistake? Tell me." Old God Rosen sat on the ground, motionless.

Lakwen's eyes were fixed on Rosen, and his body was quietly adjusting his posture: "The name of this mistake is arrogance! Geniuses mostly like to make this mistake. They can easily achieve achievements that ordinary people need to work hard to achieve. They themselves Thinking that you can control everything is just an illusion!”

"Then what?" Rosen's eyes were empty, as if he didn't know anything.

"Then they will be tricked by fate!"

When the last word was spoken, Lakwen jerked his right foot and tilted his body sharply to the left, barely bypassing the desk. Then he kicked off his left leg, and his body instantly changed into a forward thrust, and then bypassed the desk again. , he was already standing on the same side of the desk as Rosen.

At this time, he rushed straight towards Rosen, raised his hand and grabbed Rosen's neck.

During the whole process, Lakwen's movements were incredibly fast, and he was completed in less than half a second. In the eyes of ordinary people, he seemed to be able to teleport. A moment ago, he was separated from Rosen by a big desk. The next moment, he was already at Rosen's side.

At this time, Rosen seemed to have no reaction at all. He was still sitting on the chair motionless, not to mention his body, and he didn't even have time to turn his eyes.

When Lakwen discovered this detail, he chuckled in his heart: "The so-called magic master is nothing more than that. Being able to control Nerogard is probably just a matter of luck. He took advantage of the fact that other strong men were killed by monsters and got a big advantage. "

Thinking of this, he suddenly had an evil thought in his heart: 'This guy is only at this level, but he controls the entire wealth of Nerogard. I might as well kill him and take advantage of the chaos in Nerogard to take advantage of him! ’

Driven by this evil idea, Lakwen immediately used a lot of force on his hands. He believed that as long as he squeezed hard enough, he could break the opponent's neck in one stroke.

After a moment, he succeeded, and his hands successfully pinched Rosen's neck.

The whole process simply felt almost like a dream to Lakevin.

"So you are so weak~ Then you can't blame me for being cruel. Because if I don't kill you, you will die at the hands of other strong men sooner or later!"

Lakwen exerted force on his hands, preparing to crush the young magic 'master' to death.

But the next moment, he felt something was wrong.

He had obviously exerted all his strength, but his fingers couldn't move at all. The opponent's neck seemed to be made of fine steel, so hard that he couldn't even squeeze it, and it made his palms sore.

"What's going on?!"

Lakwen's face changed slightly. He looked up and saw that his opponent had turned his head at some point and looked at him with cold eyes. He was so frightened that he shivered violently, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

Unwilling to give up, he immediately used all his strength to suck, turning his entire arm and palm into fighting form, and then squeezed hard!

"Yeah~~~~~"

Lakwen roared angrily and exerted all his strength.

As a result, the opponent's neck remained motionless, and there was always a strange force pushing against his palm.

"Have you caught enough?" Rosen suddenly asked.

"I, you." Lakwen was at a loss. He couldn't stop squeezing the other person's neck, and it was even more ridiculous to continue squeezing.

At this moment, Rosen suddenly raised his hand, and with lightning speed, slapped Lekvin's charming face hard.

Lakevin subconsciously wanted to hide, but he soon discovered that the opponent was much faster than him, and he had no way to hide.

"Crack!"

There was a clear and clear sound, and huge and concentrated power exploded in Lakwen's face. This undead seemed to have been electrocuted by high voltage. His whole body shook violently, and his handsome blond hair exploded in the other direction of the slap.

After his body froze for half a second like a wooden sculpture, he fell to the ground with a thud. His eyes were white and his consciousness was confused, as if someone had stuffed a smelly sock into his brain. He felt very uncomfortable.

After being confused for at least ten minutes, Lakeven recovered a little. He had a splitting headache and began to retch uncontrollably on the ground.

At this time, Rosen's voice came from above: "Mr. Lakeven, do you think my hand strength is strong?"

What kind of question is this?

Lakeven cursed in his heart, but in order to avoid being slapped again, he had to endure the severe headache and nodded vigorously: "Big, very big, very big."

"Then tell me if you are cheap or not, and you have to come here to test my hand strength with your face."

"I am cheap! I am cheap!" Lakeven knew that he had met a strong man, and he didn't have the courage to refute, but he just couldn't figure it out. This guy was only in his early 20s, how could he be so powerful.

Rosen waved at Lakeven: "Okay, it's good to have this self-knowledge. You step back now and we continue talking."

Lakeven didn't dare to disobey, and he lay on the ground, using his hands and feet to crawl back to his original position. When he reached the end of the field, he wanted to stand up, but his mind was still dizzy and he couldn't stand up at all. He had no choice but to cover his face with one hand, and continued to lie on the ground, whispering: "Master, if you have any questions, just ask."

He felt his face burning and painful, and it seemed to have become more swollen. He didn't need to think about it to know that his face must be swollen like a pig's head. He carefully recalled the short battle process just now, but he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong for a while.

"Continue with the previous question, why did you appear near the mine?"

This time, Lakewen did not dare to hide anything. He told everything he had experienced along the way. When he talked about the strange situation in the windmill, a pair of blood-red eyes and a dark blue face appeared in his mind again. The whole person became very uncomfortable, as if something was preventing him from telling the truth.

But this time, the fear of Rosen prevailed, and Lakewen stuttered about the situation in the windmill.

Rosen listened silently. When Lakewen finished speaking, he fell into deep thought: 'Outside the city of Nirogard, the strange glass ball, blood-red eyes, dark blue face, and the sudden change of personality are most likely the monster lord! '

'From the description, my bomb should have injured the monster lord, and even made it unable to maintain a normal body. This should be considered a serious injury, and it will take some time to recover. '

'No, no, no, I can't rely on the opponent's injury for Nirogard's safety. I must do everything I can to develop Nirogard's strength! Also, I can't passively take a beating. It's time to form a strong hunting team to hunt down this weak overlord! '

These thoughts flashed through Rosen's mind, and then he looked at the undead Lekwen who was kneeling on the ground.

The power of this undead is very weak. Of course, it is much stronger than ordinary people, but it is far behind Mobius and Veronica, and it is even more incomparable with strong men like the dragon warrior Oramson and the phantom assassin Nirod. In terms of physical strength alone, this guy is not even as good as himself.

Such a water-goods is not a threat to Rosen, and it doesn't matter if he lets it go. The only thing to worry about is that this guy knows the location of the iron ore field, and if it is exposed, it will cause some trouble.

Just as Rosen was thinking about how to deal with Lakeven, Lakeven suddenly figured out why he felt something was wrong. He suddenly looked up at Rosen and said in shock: "Master, you are also an undead."

"Hmm?" Rosen narrowed his eyes and felt that the boy spoke a little loudly, so he waved his hand, and magic power surged out, isolating the sound in the room.

Lakeven was very excited. He knelt forward a few steps and said excitedly: "Master. No, I should call you a fellow tribesman. You are really amazing. You have quietly controlled the City of Wisdom and won over so many people's hearts, making those ordinary people worship you so much. You are really a genius of my tribe!"

"Shut up!" Rosen felt that this guy's words were a bit harsh. What is an undead genius? He is not a pure undead at all. His recovery ability is far inferior to that of the undead, and he has no combat form.

"Oh~oh~I know, it's a secret. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." Lekven's voice immediately became much lighter, but his expression was still very excited.

With a face swollen like a pig's head, he looked at Rosen with admiration: "Hero, I admire your achievements very much. Compared with you, I am like a candle under the sun, not worth mentioning at all. I have lived for so many years, all in vain, and simply wasted my life. Hero~I beg you, let me follow your footsteps and become your most loyal servant?"

Rosen was stunned. What on earth is this guy's brain? He was thinking about dealing with him before, and then he wanted to follow him in a blink of an eye. The change in attitude was so fast that it was dazzling.

Rosen couldn't figure out the undead, so he called Mobius, the authentic undead, over.

After Mobius came over, Lakeven glanced at him, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he became even more excited: "Oh, another powerful fellow! My name is Lakeven Naylan, may I ask who you are?"

"My name is Mobius. What's wrong with your face?" Mobius looked at Lakwen up and down, feeling that his severely asymmetrical face was very strange.

Lakwen said hurriedly: "It's okay, it's okay. I ran too fast and hit the wall."

"You are so unlucky to be hit like this when you hit the wall." Mobius was speechless. He felt that this fellow member of his race might not be very smart. He touched his bald head and turned to look at Rosen: "Master, do you have anything to say to me?"

Rosen pointed at Lakwen and briefly told what happened. Finally, he said: "What do you think we should do with this guy?"

Mobius shrugged: "This is not simple. Just let him join Nerogard."

Lakwen nodded vigorously, looking at Rosen with deep admiration and eagerness in his eyes.

"Is he trustworthy?" Rosen asked.

Mobius nodded: "If he dares to betray Nirogard, I will hunt him down for the rest of my life."

Lakwen immediately raised his hand and swore: "I, Lakwen Naylan, swear by the glory of the undead that I will follow Master Rosen in this life and never break my oath!"

"Okay, I believe it." Rosen nodded. Of course he wouldn't trust Lakwen right away, but he trusted Mobius.

Mobius said: "Then I will go back to the alchemy room. I recently discovered a brand new material. Using this material to make a lightning cage, the effect is particularly good."

"Don't leave in a hurry. Just wait for me. I'll discuss something with you later." Rosen nodded. This guy Mobius is particularly interested in alchemy, especially in building batteries. As soon as his life is stable, this guy immediately returns to his old profession. Not to mention, this guy accidentally found it. Some good materials.

"Okay then." Mobius nodded.

Rosen turned to Lakwen and continued to ask: "Then what skills do you know?"

"I~I can use a sword, and my swordsmanship is top-notch." Lakwen got up from the ground and made a stance to draw the sword.

"Hmm~ Not bad." Rosen nodded and continued: "Let's do this, you don't need to use the sword in the future."

"ah?"

"Use muskets instead, I'll have someone train you specifically."

"Oh~ that's no problem!" Lakwen was overjoyed.

Rosen then called the guards in, pointed at Lakwen and said, "Bring him to Captain Anne and let her train him properly."

"Yes, Master." The guard glanced at Lakwen, whose face was swollen into a pig's head, and took the guy away with a strange look on his face.

Rosen and Mobius were the only two people left in the room.

Rosen said: "The monster lord is indeed not dead. This Lakwen accidentally discovered his traces on the outskirts of the city."

Mobius was startled: "What is the specific situation?"

Rosen repeated what Lakwen said. At the end, he said: "There is no doubt that the monster lord is seriously injured, but what is certain is that once he recovers, he will definitely cause trouble for us."

"Do you have any countermeasures?" Mobius asked in a serious voice.

Rosen smiled and asked: "There are no countermeasures yet, but I still have some ideas. What power do you think these monsters are most afraid of?"