The Last Alchemist

Soon, the group arrived at the gate of the Baron's Mansion.

Two fully armed shield soldiers stood by the door. After seeing Rosen, one of the guards pointed to the sharpened iron rod in Rosen's hand: "What is this?"

Rosen shook the iron tongs: "I am an alchemist, and this is my magic wand."

"Magic wand?" The guard was stunned, and a hint of awe suddenly appeared in his eyes: "Then this thing cannot be brought in."

Matt, the butler, was also shocked. He originally thought it was just a sharpened iron rod. Although this thing was somewhat lethal, in the hands of a skinny young man like Rosen, it was just a decoration.

So he didn't have much to do, but he didn't expect that this would be the alchemist's wand.

The other soldier who escorted Rosen all the way had sharper eyes. He sneered: "That bullshit wand is just a poker. It looks like it has just been sharpened."

Rosen smiled at the soldier: "Man, you are a sensible person."

After speaking, he waved the iron rod and said to the guard at the door: "Can't you bring such an iron rod?"

The guard waved his hand and stopped worrying about the iron rod. But he pointed at the big spiral sprayer and asked, "What is this?"

"My warhammer, for self-defense."

"A war hammer?" The guard's eyes widened. He looked Rosen up and down, especially looking at Rosen's thin arms: "With your physique, you use a war hammer?"

Warhammers are generally heavy in weight, and those who can fight with them are usually strong men as strong as cattle. This is common sense in the military.

Of course Rosen knew what the guard was thinking. He said seriously: "What, I use the war hammer, do you have any objections?"

The guard waved his hands repeatedly and looked at Rosen as if he were a mentally retarded person: "No objection~ No objection, you can go in."

He stopped blocking and got out of the way.

A group of people entered the courtyard.

The yard was very lively. Farmers, blacksmith apprentices, soldiers, horsemen, etc., people of all identities were busy coming and going. There were also a large amount of war materials piled in the yard, including a lot of grain packed in sacks, horseshoes, irons, knives and guns. Bows and arrows, armor, etc., a strong atmosphere of preparation for war came to my face.

"Uncle Matt, is the banditry problem serious?" Rosen couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

Matt nodded subconsciously, but then waved his hand and said: "This is not something you should worry about. With Sir Alex here, Sunderland will not have any problems."

Well, Rosen was once again overlooked because of his age.

Matt led Rosen through the yard and finally stopped at the entrance of the small garden next to the main building. He stretched out his hand as an invitation: "My master is waiting for you inside."

"Alone?" Rosen asked.

Matt hesitated for a moment and whispered: "There is also the magician Lord Romley."

"Thank you, Uncle Matt." Rosen bowed to thank him. At the same time, he touched his hand in his pocket and found more than a dozen rontes. He handed the money over secretly: "Uncle, a little respect."

Matt was stunned, and quickly looked around. After confirming that no one was paying attention, he quietly reached out to take it, his expression softened a lot, and he reminded softly: "Romley is not very friendly to you, but don't worry, there is The master is here, so he doesn't dare do anything to you."

"Um."

Rosen knew it well. He took a deep breath and walked into the small garden holding a sharpened iron rod.

The garden is circular, about seven or eight meters in diameter. There is a small rain shelter in the center. The garden is surrounded by a wooden frame more than two meters high. The frame is covered with morning glory vines. It is autumn. , the morning glory has withered, but the dead vines have not been dealt with, forming a barrier to isolate the inside and outside.

Baron Draco, who was as thick as a brown bear, was sitting in the rain pavilion. Not far from him stood a young man in his 30s. This young man had brown hair and was wearing a thick cowhide robe. He also wore thick leather gloves, and in his left hand he held a long wooden stick with an iron tip about 20 centimeters long on one end.

It is indeed the standard Nerogard magician's dress.

Before that, there seemed to be some unpleasantness between the baron and the magician, and neither of them looked very good.

With just such a quick glance, Rosen had already obtained a lot of information, and he quickly analyzed in his mind: 'The whole body is wrapped in thick cowhide armor, which can be used for thermal and electrical insulation, and can also be used as a simple armor. He holds an iron-tipped stick in his hand, which is a standard weapon for electric attacks. Yes, I guessed it right. This guy's close magic is the most common lightning attack. ’

After a flash of thought, Rosen walked outside the pavilion and shouted respectfully: "Uncle."

Baron Draco saw Rosen and immediately waved: "Come in."

Entering the rain pavilion, Rosen asked knowingly: "Uncle, your high-end magic mirror will take at least a month to complete."

The baron waved his hand and asked with a serious face: "Ignore the magic mirror for now. Let me ask you, did you bring two patients with abscesses all over their bodies and infected with the plague into the town?"

Rosen simply shook his head in denial: "No."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man immediately took a step forward and sneered: "Are you still talking about it? Mary and little Alice from Caopo Village, I saw with my own eyes that you brought them into Sunderland."

"Ah, you mean them?" Rosen looked 'surprised': "I took them into Sunderland, but they only got roseola, not the plague at all?"

"Fart!" Romley pointed at Rosen with his cane and said sternly: "The whole body is covered with abscesses, exuding a strong stench of rotting flesh. In a year and a half, it has continuously infected more than 20 villagers in Caopo Village. Isn’t this a plague?”

When he said this, Rosen had already confirmed his suspicion.

Originally, he only speculated that someone was secretly causing the disease in Caopo Village, but now Romley's direct disregard for the facts has clearly exposed his ugly behavior.

Rosen stood up and sneered: "Since it is a plague, then I have brought people into the town for two days, why is no one infected?"

"That's not long enough!"

Rosen asked again: "Mary and little Alice had roseola five years ago. Why did the infection only start a year and a half ago?"

Romley was stunned for a moment when asked, his eyes flickering. After half a second, he changed the subject: "This is exactly what I am studying. It turns out that Mary was not only infected with roseola, but also suffered from some kind of strange plague. "

Rosen sneered and suddenly changed the subject: "Oh, you've been studying roseola, right?"

Romley looked proud: "This is natural. I have been working hard to find a medicine to treat roseola, and I have achieved a lot of results."

Rosen immediately asked: "If that's the case, what will happen to those people who got roseola in the free city of Berkeley?"

"Of course he died of illness."

Rosen immediately asked: "What does it look like when you die of illness?"

"This" Romley realized that he had been trapped.

"Hey, you don't dare to say that, right? Let me say it for you." Rosen said loudly: "The people who died of roseola in Berkeley, the Free City, were covered with abscesses, just like Mary now. Exactly the same!”

"Hiss~~" Baron Draco took a breath and looked at Romley: "Is this true?"

Before, Rosen asked questions quickly and quickly, and Romley was a little confused for a moment. When the Baron asked, he subconsciously nodded, half-nodding, he finally came to his senses, and immediately shook his head in denial: "No, it's not. He is lying!"

Unfortunately, he has been exposed.

Baron Draco's face suddenly turned pale, he stood up suddenly, and roared: "Dias! You are still lying to me! I'm asking you once, is the truth like what Rosen said! This is the last chance, I want to listen to the truth!”

The baron had been a lord for a long time, and he was as strong as a bear. His eyes suddenly glared, as if he was a ferocious beast that was about to choose someone to devour. His aura was very shocking.

Dias took a step back involuntarily and was speechless for a moment.

"Huh~~" the baron let out a long breath, sat slumped in the chair, and put his hand on his forehead: "It seems that what Rosen said is true. I really have a terminal illness, and my whole body will be covered with sores and I will die."

Dias immediately comforted him: "Lord, the matter is not that bad. I have been researching for more than a year and have learned a lot about this disease. I found that mercury can be used."

When he heard the word mercury, Rosen was delighted: 'Haha, you dare to mention mercury, you are really asking for death. ’

He took a step forward and roared: "Dias, you despicable person, do you want to kill the baron?!"

"You fart!" Diaz almost jumped up.

Rosen sneered repeatedly: "Do you really think I don't know anything? In the free city of Berkeley, some people used mercury to treat roseola. But without exception, the treated people did not live for more than a month. Now you actually How dare you use this trick on the Baron!"

This hit the point directly, and Dias's psychological defense almost collapsed. He was stunned: "You are so young and have only studied alchemy for one year. How could you possibly know this?"

This reaction was enough. Rosen turned to the Baron and said, "Uncle, Dias has extremely sinister intentions. Please be careful!"

The baron looked tired. He looked up at Diaz and said, "I have long been suspicious of you, but I have always hoped that you would find a cure. As a result, you found nothing, and now you You still want to kill me."

Diaz immediately defended: "No, that's not the case. Mercury therapy is very dangerous, but it does have successful precedents. I will never lie. Moreover, no one knows more about roseola than me. If you kill me, There is no hope for you anymore, Lord!"

These words touched the baron's weakness, and there was a trace of hesitation on his face.

He was now like a drowning man, struggling in the water. Although he knew that Diaz was just an unreliable straw, he couldn't help but still hold on to him.

"Really. Success?" he asked.

When Dias heard this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He took a step forward and said, "Lord, mercury therapy is indeed very unstable, but if you give me another half year or three months, I will definitely be able to do it."

"That's enough, clown!" Rosen suddenly shouted.

Dias was furious. He had been murderous towards Rosen, the troublemaker. Now, this guy came to ruin his good deeds again. He really wanted to cut this kid into pieces!

He turned around suddenly and roared at Rosen angrily: "An alchemist apprentice, what qualifications do you have to speak to me like this!"

Rosen laughed loudly: "Qualifications? I'll show you my qualifications!"

He reached out from his arms and took out a glass bottle filled with white powder, and smiled: "This is my qualification."

The baron was stunned, looked at the glass bottle and said, "This bottle looks pretty."

Dias was also a little confused: "What is this?"

Rosen smiled slightly, turned to look at Baron Draco, and said calmly: "The antidote for treating rosacea has been proven to be extremely effective in Mary and little Alice. That's my qualification!"

"Really?!" The Baron almost jumped up, with a wonderful expression on his face, looking like he wanted to believe it, but was afraid that his hope would be dashed.

"You lied!"

Dias roared angrily.