The Last Alchemist

After Veronica left, Rosen closed the window and lay on the bed to rest.

The bed in the Baron's Mansion is much larger than the one in the previous courtyard, and the quilt is much warmer, making it very comfortable to lie down on. Rosen hadn't had much rest these days, and he fell asleep after lying down for less than three minutes.

Have a good night's sleep.

While he was drowsily sleeping, Rosen suddenly heard a muffled sound. He was startled, opened his hazy eyes and looked in the direction of the sound.

The sound came from the window. I don’t know when the window had been opened, revealing the faint morning light. On the floor in front of the window, there was a small pile of black, hot and white smoke. thing.

'What does it smell like? ’

There was a pungent fishy smell in the air, like rust and a bit like sulfur, and it smelled weird.

Rosen reluctantly got out of the warm bed, walked to the window, and took a closer look in the dim morning light, and then he realized: "It turns out they are one, two, three, four acid sacs of a griffon." , a total of four, each containing at least 20 liters of gryphon acid, 4 liters is more than 80 liters. Oh~ Veronica actually killed 4 gryphons in one night, that’s awesome.”

The griffon is a ferocious beast, with a large body, weighing more than 1 ton, and a wingspan of more than 5 meters. It is terrifyingly powerful. An adult griffon can forcibly drag a fully armed war horse weighing more than 800 kilograms into the sky.

Generally speaking, if ordinary people want to hunt griffins, they must dispatch dozens of hunters and use the terrain and various tools to succeed.

Now, Veronica single-handedly obtained 4 acid sacs that were intact and full of acid. Her combat power was comparable to that of a humanoid tyrannosaurus.

'There is such a powerful monster hiding in this world. Fortunately, it is not my enemy, but it is not now. It will be hard to say in the future. There may be strong people of the same level among the Blood Roses. I have to become stronger as soon as possible. ’

With this in mind, Rosen first activated his alchemy talent tree.

The talent tree appeared in the field of vision as scheduled. Most of the talents were gray. Only the first layer of elements was activated for three levels, and the current proficiency was 66%.

‘The first level of elemental excellence is still two points short of being full, but even if it is full, my strength is only equivalent to that of a one-star alchemist in the game. I have just started, and it is weaker than Dias’s strength. If I want to get master-level power similar to that in the game, I need to activate at least four levels of talent. Alas, the speed is still too slow based on proficiency alone, and I still have to kill monsters. ’

'Well~ Veronica is a very powerful monster, very proud, and not very wary of me. How about I kill her~ It's such an evil idea, the risk is too great, so let's forget it. ’

‘The only thing we can do now is kill werewolves. Blackbeard is a high-level werewolf and has more than 30 ordinary werewolves under his command. He should be able to contribute a lot of talent points to me. ’

Rosen became more and more interested in werewolves.

If you want to kill a werewolf, you first need good weapons.

At present, he already has a large spiral sprayer, Annie also has a powerful steel crossbow, and now he has the gryphon acid: 'Hmm~ 4 acid sacs, at least 80 liters of acid. After concentrating, there must be seven or eight. Liter, plus glycerin, you can make three powerful bombs. Not bad, not bad. "

Glycerin is easy to obtain, and diatomaceous earth is not a rare drug. You should be able to solve it by asking Savi by then.

In this era that has never seen high-explosive bombs, as long as they are used well, three are enough to send hundreds of robbers to the west.

‘Hehehe~ Veronica, this girl, although a bit arrogant, is still very useful. She helped me a lot this time, I have to be nicer to her in the future. ’

He began to collect the acid in the bag, and when he was done, he activated his alchemical powers, sifting out the impurities in the acid while evaporating the extra water in the acid.

About half an hour later, Rosen got a small tank of a mixture of concentrated sulfuric acid and concentrated nitric acid, about 9 liters, which was more than expected.

At this time, it was daybreak. Rosen threw the acid bag into the bedroom stove and burned it, and then carefully took the concentrated griffon acid to the studio.

It was a bit early, Savi hadn't come yet, and Rosen couldn't get other materials for the time being, so he simply started to build the bomb shell.

'The bomb must be made of iron, preferably in the shape of a melon. In such an explosion, the iron shell will break into a large number of iron pieces and fly out, causing large-scale damage. ’

Just think of it and start doing it.

Rosen started to light the fire and melt the iron, and was very busy.

While Rosen was busy making the 'Iron Melon', Blackbeard and his bandit men quietly sneaked into the dense forest outside the town of Sunderland at night. Taking advantage of the dim light in the early morning, Blackbeard and a few of his capable men climbed up. A big tree looks ahead at the Sunderland slopes surrounded by rivers.

"Boss, I've asked about it. Draco's old dog has hoarded more than 100,000 kilograms of grain, all stored in the granary of the Baron's Mansion. Look, the river around the slope is wide and deep. It's natural. It’s an excellent defense. Moreover, if the food in the town is really insufficient, you can send people to fish for fish to replenish it, and you can even plant some crops in the gaps in the slopes. "

Blackbeard looked at the slopes of Sunderland with a longing look in his eyes: "What a great place. If I could become the lord of Sunderland, all brothers would definitely eat meat every day and sleep with beautiful women in their arms every night. "

Several bandits next to him laughed, their eyes showing deep greed, like jackals wandering in the wilderness.

One of the robbers was still somewhat rational. He whispered: "Boss, Aran entered the city yesterday evening, but he hasn't sent us a signal yet. Could something have happened to him?"

Blackbeard stretched out his hand and pulled the thick beard on his chin, and nodded slightly: "Aran has always been cautious, and there is no reason why he would forget to send a signal. There is a high probability that something happened to him."

"Draco, this old dog, still has some abilities. Boss, he must be wary now, and the assassination method may not work. What should we do?" asked a robber.

Blackbeard chuckled: "Don't worry. I've prepared many means. If rosette doesn't work, then take other routes. Let's go down."

A few people climbed down from the tree, reached the mountain forest, and walked through the lush woods for a while. There was a clearing cut out in front of them. At the end of the clearing, there was a cave with a spacious entrance.

There were figures walking around in the cave, and faint white smoke was coming out. When a few people came closer, the bandits around Blackbeard subconsciously covered their noses.

"Bah~bah~it really stinks!"

"I've never smelled something so disgusting in my life."

"Boss, is this magician okay? Why do I feel like he wants to stink us to death?"

Blackbeard waved his hand: "Fuck your shit, if you don't like the smell, just go aside and avoid it."

The robbers immediately retreated far away as if they were pardoned.

Blackbeard covered his nose, walked to the entrance of the cave, and shouted inside: "Dias, are you making fire oil or releasing stinky gas? The smell is too disgusting?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure wearing a pigskin mask walked out of the cave, it was Dias. He glanced at Blackbeard, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it. He lowered his head and said respectfully: "Boss, corpse oil is inherently smelly, but with a little treatment, the smell will be reduced a lot, and it will become very easy to burn. The flames produced can't even be burned with water." put out."

"Okay." Blackbeard couldn't bear it anymore. He looked at the cave again and could only see a big iron pot that was spitting out white smoke. The corpses he had collected in the past few days were all gone. Next to the big iron pot, there is a large pile of human bones.

"Are there enough corpses? If not, I will ask my men to get more."

"It doesn't matter if it's enough. The more corpses there are, the more kerosene will be, and the more powerful it will be." Diaz's eyes were very indifferent. After a pause for half a second, he added: "The kerosene issue is not a problem, but the production of oil. The wood for the machine needs to be prepared as soon as possible. The alchemists in Sunderland are also quite capable. No one knows what will happen after a long time."

"Hmm~ I'll ask someone to find suitable wood."

Blackbeard finally couldn't stand the stink. After saying this, he strode away.