The Last Alchemist

‘Squeak~’

The lady in red pushed the parchment on the table forward and said, “Your smile tells me that you must know something. So, don’t let me down~ Otherwise, I will be unhappy and may give you a hard time.”

Rosen looked bitter: ‘Rosen, Rosen, you big idiot, aren’t you looking for trouble? Now it’s all right, trouble is here, right? ’

There was no way, he could only laugh dryly and walk to the opposite side of the lady in red and look down at the parchment.

The parchment was right in front of him, and Rosen could see it more clearly. There was a logarithmic spiral drawn on the paper. At the end of the spiral’s inward roll, there was also a ball of flame, and a small flying insect was drawn next to the flame.

Seeing this, he subconsciously blurted out: “Moths to the flame?”

The lady in red shook her head: “No, no, no, to be precise, it should be moths around the fire.”

“Reason?” Rosen asked knowingly.

The lady in red explained: "If it is a flutter, then the moth should fly in a straight line towards the flame, but think carefully, when the moth approaches the flame, it never flies in a straight line, it must fly around the flame, and finally fall into the fire by accident, right?"

Rosen nodded: "That's right."

He not only knew that it was like this, but also knew why it was like this, but he just wanted to stay away from the lady in red, and didn't want to explain at all.

The lady in red didn't notice his thoughts, she took out a feather pen and drew another approximate logarithmic spiral on the parchment: "I have observed carefully, and their flight trajectories are all similar to this curve. This curve is very beautiful, and my intuition tells me that it must contain profound natural mysteries, but unfortunately, my wisdom is not enough, and I can never solve this natural mystery."

At the end, the lady in red was full of regret and shook her head repeatedly.

Looking at her performance, Rosen felt that she didn't seem to be faking it.

In fact, he himself often had similar feelings. For example, when he faced the Riemann hypothesis, his mentality was similar to that of the lady in red. He had the will but not the strength. He was extremely eager to know the answer, but he didn't know how to go.

Many times, the feeling of powerlessness in wisdom is more tormenting than the feeling of powerlessness in strength. It can make a wise man fall into real despair.

Feeling the same, Rosen let down his guard a little. He asked the lady in red for a pen: "I do have some ideas about this problem."

The lady in red was delighted and handed the feather pen to Rosen.

Rosen took the pen, dipped it in ink, and took a blank parchment. Before writing, he asked: "Is it okay?"

These days, parchment is a luxury. If he uses it without asking, it would be bad if the other party minds.

"You can do whatever you want."

Rosen then put down his pen. He drew radial lines outward with a point as the center. A point radiates 12 lines at equal angles, and the angle between two adjacent rays is exactly 30 degrees.

"Equal angle rays?" The red-dressed lady's eyes followed the tip of the quill pen, and her eyes were more and more puzzled.

Rosen did not answer. He randomly selected a point outside the rays, and then began to draw a straight line. This straight line intersected with the first ray at an angle of 60 degrees. Then he drew another straight line with the intersection point as the starting point, intersecting with the next ray, and the angle was still 60 degrees. This was repeated continuously, and an inward-rotating broken line appeared on the parchment.

When this broken line intersected with all the rays, an approximate logarithmic spiral was clearly shown on the parchment. Looking a little further away, this broken line was highly similar to the curve drawn by the red-dressed lady.

"Huh? Can you draw a similar curve with the same angle? How can this be? What is the principle?"

The red-dressed lady completely lost the reserve of a beautiful woman. She leaned over the parchment, staring at the logarithmic spiral with her eyes, completely ignoring the spring light on her chest.

Rosen found it, took a quick glance, and his heart jumped violently: 'What a pair of big white peaches, this must be E? ’

He didn’t want to get involved, so he looked away immediately after taking a look, then put the quill pen on the ink bottle and shrugged his shoulders: “I don’t know why. This is just an accidental discovery of mine. As long as the angles are consistent, it can be drawn. Moreover, the more rays there are, the closer this broken line is to a curve.”

The lady in red obviously didn’t hear Rosen’s words. Her mind was already attracted by the pattern on the parchment.

Seeing her so obsessed, Rosen took the opportunity to say: “Then I’m leaving?”

“Hmm~” The lady in red made an unclear response. Her mind was completely immersed in the parchment scroll. After looking at it for a while, she took out the quill pen and wrote and drew on the parchment again.

Rosen was eager to leave this place as soon as possible. He turned around and walked quickly towards the door of the tavern, as if staying one more second would cost him his life.

When he got outside the door, Rosen immediately turned into an alley, turned around in the alley a few times, and walked out of another alley. After confirming that no one was following him, he breathed a sigh of relief.

After calming down, Rosen asked a passerby for directions. This time the passerby did not give him the wrong directions. Rosen successfully found Anne next to a big tree near the square.

Rosen looked around and found that Anne could easily observe the situation at the gate of the Baron's Mansion from this position without attracting the attention of the guards. The disadvantage was that she could not see most of the area in the town square.

Even more unfortunate was that there was a small market next to the big tree, and there were noisy voices. It was no wonder that Anne could not find him.

Anne also saw Rosen and was a little surprised. She looked him up and down and asked curiously: "Why is your face so pale? What happened?"

Rosen looked around and made sure that he didn't see the woman in red. He leaned close to Annie's ear and told her what happened in the tavern in a very low voice.

When he finished, Annie was also shocked: "Is there really such a person? I have to go and see."

She turned and walked towards the tavern, so fast that Rosen couldn't stop her.

Soon, Annie came back again, and she shook her head: "I didn't see the woman in red you said, but the waitress said that this person did come, but she just left."

"Left?" Rosen still had a trace of fear in his heart: "Annie, I feel that she is a high-level vampire. Do you think she is here to check that?"

Annie naturally understood without having to explain clearly. She pondered for a while and said: "It's unlikely. If it's really a high-level vampire. At such a close distance, it's impossible not to find the blood mark on your body. In addition, that incident happened last night, and the reaction of the blood rose can't be so fast."

What Annie said makes sense.

Rosen breathed a sigh of relief. He found himself a bit like a frightened bird. When he saw something unreasonable, he would naturally think of the vampire Viken, but he had to be on guard: "But I'm still not at ease. I'll make a weapon later."

The experience of making glass needles told him that it would be very troublesome to make a precision weapon like a musket, but this thing must be made, otherwise he would be uneasy without anything to defend himself.

"It's a good idea." Annie was very impressed by the bamboo tube made by Rosen.

After that, she asked again: "You came to me just for the matter of the lady in red?"

"That's not the case." Rosen smiled, reached out and took out a bulging purse from his arms, and whispered: "I earned it from the glassmaker. It's not safe to keep it here. You take it."

Annie took the purse and weighed it. She was startled and immediately put it away. She looked around and made sure no one was paying attention. Then she whispered: "So much, it can't all be silver rondes?"

Rosen chuckled: "You guessed right."

Annie was even more incredible: "This is probably more than a thousand. Did you rob the glassmaker's money box?"

Rosen especially liked to see Anne's current appearance, surprised, happy, and a little admiring, which greatly satisfied Rosen's male vanity. He said proudly: "Hehe, it can't be said, it can't be said , he gave it to me voluntarily anyway. Didn't I say that you don't have to worry about the money. In addition, I also repaired the baron's magic mirror. I will send the magic mirror to the baron's mansion, and the reward will definitely not be small. "

Annie saw through Rosen and stretched out her hand to gently twist his ear: "Tsk, look at your arrogant look."

After that, she also warned: "The atmosphere in the baron's mansion seems a little tense, you must be careful later."

"Why."

Before he finished speaking, Rosen suddenly heard the hurried sound of horse hooves on the main street ahead, and someone shouted loudly: "Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Rosen immediately turned his head to look over, and after a while, a tall chestnut horse came galloping, with a baron guard sitting on the horse's back. He rode all the way to the gate of the baron's mansion.

Rosen frowned: "This guard is dressed as a messenger. It seems that something big has happened?"

Annie sighed: "I roughly know what it is. Earlier, many villagers have been discussing it."

"What is it?"

Annie looked heavy: "Because of deserters. Do you know? Half a month ago, the Northern Alliance Army defeated the Empire's heavy cavalry regiment head-on in the Red Lily Field. The Empire's army collapsed and the northern border of the empire was lost. The deserters fled south with countless civilians. Just last night, Longshan Village, 20 kilometers to the north, was attacked by a group of deserters. The village was burned to ashes. More than 80 villagers, only 3 people escaped by chance."