The Last Alchemist

This is destined to be a legendary night.

It took more than an hour for Baron Draco to recover slightly from the shock. During this hour, he learned all the causes and consequences from the guard.

But this did not make him feel relieved, and instead he fell into deeper horror.

He carefully held the big black watermelon-shaped iron ball and looked at Rosen: "You mean, it was this black ball that made a terrifying loud noise, raised a mountain of flames, and killed hundreds of bandits at once. Iron ball?"

Rosen nodded: "Yes."

The baron's hands shook: "Did you use that trebuchet to throw it directly from the stone wall?"

"yes."

"Then these two have the same power?"

"Absolutely." Rosen nodded.

"I don't believe it, you must be lying to me. This thing looks like an iron ball, and it's hollow. How could it possibly explode with such terrifying power?" The baron felt his mouth go dry, and the iron ball in his hand was obviously cold. It wasn't that heavy, but his hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't stop.

Rosen chuckled at the Baron's reaction and suggested, "Uncle, we still have two iron balls anyway, why don't we try one more?"

"Try one?"

Draco was confused. He turned his head and looked around, and saw that most of the people around him had the same expressions as him, shocked, frightened, and incredulous.

Past experience told him that Rosen was not a person who liked to talk big. Since he said so, it must be true.

He took a deep breath, and after half a minute he said: "Rosen, if this iron ball can really create a mountain-like flame, then it is a priceless treasure. The robbers have all run away. It is a pity to waste one like this." ”

Rosen said nonchalantly: "Uncle, if you want more, I can make new ones. You know, I am an alchemist."

The baron looked confused: "How can you still make new ones from such a terrifying doomsday iron ball that can destroy everything?"

Seeing the horrified look on the Baron's face, Rosen moved slightly in his heart. When he came to his mouth, he changed his words slightly: "Of course. But, the person who built it

Materials are very scarce. I've used up all the materials in the whole town of Sunderland. Furthermore, the three I built before have almost exhausted my magic power, and I have to rest for at least half a month before I can continue to work. Therefore, without your support, I would not be able to create a new iron ball. "

"Oh~ of course, of course." Baron Draco breathed a sigh of relief: "Let me tell you, how could such a doomsday iron ball be created at will."

He carefully placed the iron ball on the ground and said: "For such a precious thing, one blast is enough. These two must be kept well and used at critical times."

When the baron said this, everyone around him nodded in agreement.

Rosen looked at everyone's expressions and knew that the high-explosive bombs had a huge psychological impact on them. At this time, the instinct of ordinary people is to feel fear, and then they will do everything possible to control this thing in their hands. If they cannot control it, they will find a way to destroy it.

If he doesn't get it right, he, the creator of the bomb, might even be in danger.

These thoughts flashed through Rosen's mind. He knew that he had to deal with it carefully to avoid getting himself into so-called trouble. After pondering for a while, he had an idea in his mind. He said to the baron: "Uncle, I have something to say to you alone, something very important.”

The Baron hesitated for a while and finally nodded: "Okay, you follow me to the room, and no one else should follow."

The two walked into the wooden building of the Baron's Mansion, turned a corner in the corridor, and finally walked into the study where Baron Drake usually worked.

Arriving at this familiar place, Baron Draco relaxed a little and reached out to pat Rosen on the shoulder: "Little guy, I was really shocked by you tonight. That iron ball of doom is really powerful. , I have never seen such a terrifying thing, I almost lost my soul in fear.”

What he said was completely sincere. When the bomb exploded less than 200 meters away from him, he simply thought that the God of Destruction was coming and the end of the world was coming. That kind of despair when facing the supreme power, he had never felt it in his life. Can't forget it.

Rosen understands his thinking. It was almost the same time when he first saw the nuclear explosion video as a child. He was still an eight-year-old child at the time. After watching the nuclear explosion video, he had a deep awe for anything related to the atomic bomb. This awe lasted until he became an adult. Only slightly relieved.

But, he spent all his energy on making high-explosive bombs and took the risk of being the boss to defeat the bandits, so he should receive some benefits after all.

Furthermore, he was planning to go north. This was a long journey, and he had no money in his pocket.

Where does the money come from? Of course, we have to rely on the baron, a rich man.

Thinking of this, Rosen smiled slightly: "Uncle, what I want to say is, if you can give me some help, I will help you build some more doomsday iron balls, and I can also build a few trebuchets for throwing iron balls. To At that time, if another bandit group attacks, you can throw a few iron balls out, and no matter how many bandits there are, they will be destroyed."

Baron Draco's heart was pounding. He reached out and tugged on his thick beard, his eyes sparkling: "Well~~ What a good idea, what a good idea. However, if this doomsday iron ball is placed in the town of Sunderland, I will always I feel a little guilty, if it gets angry with me, I can’t stop it?”

Rosen immediately assured: "Uncle, don't worry. The doomsday iron ball I made will never explode unless it is dropped from a height of more than 10 meters. Moreover, I can also guarantee that the doomsday iron ball will never explode." The magic power inside can be retained for 10 years. Within 10 years, as long as you treat it well according to my method, it will repay you and help you destroy all enemies that stand in your way!"

The baron was dubious: "Really?"

"It's absolutely true!" Rosen affirmed, and then immediately added: "As long as I am still alive, the magic power I poured into the iron ball will never dissipate for no reason."

The baron fell into deep thought. After a long time, he looked at Rosen seriously: "No, little guy, I can't call you little guy anymore. If you can refine a terrifying weapon like the Doomsday Iron Ball, you can already be called a master. Master. , what price do I need to pay?”

Before, Baron Draco only thought that Rosen was a young man with some ability and talent, but after what happened just now, he could no longer underestimate Rosen. In his heart, Rosen became a mysterious and unpredictable man who controlled destruction. A terrifying master of alchemy.

Facing such a figure, Baron Draco had no psychological advantage, and he felt a deep sense of awe.

Rosen wanted this kind of effect. He squinted and smiled, and stretched out a hand: "A doomsday iron ball, 1,000 rands, and a trebuchet, 2,000 rands. As long as you prepare the materials, I can help You made it.”

Baron Draco sighed lightly and nodded in agreement: "The price is very reasonable. I want 10 doomsday iron balls, plus 2 trebuchets."

After saying that, he looked down at the large spiral nozzle on Rosen's waist and asked, "Then if I want a warhammer like this, how much should it cost?"

"Warhammer?" Rosen was startled for a moment, then realized what he was doing. He picked up the big spiral sprayer and gestured: "My warhammer is an alchemy weapon and can only be used by alchemists."

"Ah~~What a pity, what a pity." Baron Draco sighed repeatedly. Compared to the extremely violent doomsday iron ball, he actually preferred the spiral sprayer. His guard told it that Rosen used this weapon to kill 10 werewolves with a hammer. One werewolf was killed with one hammer. How could one be so ferocious?

How could Rosen let go of such an opportunity to make money? Who would think it was too much money?

He fiddled with the big spiral nozzle and said with a smile: "Uncle, if you really want it, there is nothing you can do, but the price is a bit high."

Baron Draco said very simply: "Money is not an issue, just make a price!"

Rosen Lion opened his mouth: "5,000 rands. I will help you build a brand new war hammer. To ensure that you can use it, I will imbue you with my alchemical magic power."

When you buy a new warhammer, you are guaranteed to be able to hammer it 12 times in a row. "

"5,000 rontes, 12 hammers, one hammer is about 400 rontes. 400 rontes can give you the great power to kill a high-level werewolf!" Baron Draco made a calculation in his mind, and then slapped his thigh heavily: " make a deal!"

Rosen smiled and said: "Uncle, just wait for my good news. Oh, by the way, please keep it confidential. You know, the more secretive such a powerful weapon is, the more deterrent it will be to those lawless people. The greater the force, right?”

"Yes, you are absolutely right, hiss~ I heard Savvy say that your hammer is called Thor's Hammer, hiss~ I thought you were talking nonsense at first, but now it seems that this is a good and wonderful name. ah!"

"Also, uncle, my magic power is limited. If I help you build a war hammer, then the magic mirror from before will be enough."

"It's okay, it's okay, I don't want the magic mirror anymore. You don't have to pay back the 1,000 rands. Master, you saved Sunderland, this is your reward!"

Compared to the magic mirror, Baron Draco obviously preferred the war hammer. He kept rubbing his big hands, his beard trembled, and his eyes were filled with light.

Rosen looked at him and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: 'You are a fool and you have a lot of money, what a good baron you are. ’