The Last Alchemist

After hearing Veronica's words, Rosen and Annie looked at each other, speechless for a moment.

After a while, Annie asked: "I know many masters of black magic. Maybe they can do it?"

Veronica sneered: "Master of black magic? If you are talking about the group of mortals who dig graves everywhere in search of ancient magic, but know little about these magics. Then I must tell you, if Rosen wants to rely on these people There are two consequences for dispelling the blood seal magic. One is that it was canceled by accident. The other is that Rosen lost his life due to their torment. The most unfortunate thing is that the second result is just as likely as the first. Ten thousand times!”

"You lied!" Anne couldn't accept the result.

Veronica spread her hands: "Why should I lie? I have sworn to protect Rosen's safety. If he carries blood seal magic, it will be a big trouble for me. I hope he can dispel the magic."

Rosen's heart felt cold, and he asked: "Aside from attracting vampires, does the blood seal magic have any other effects on my body?"

"Yes, it has a big impact." Veronica sighed, looking at Rosen with a trace of pity in her eyes.

Rosen became increasingly uneasy: "Please tell me more specifically."

Veronica sighed and said: "As far as I know, as time goes by, the blood seal magic will slowly devour the subject's sanity. Eventually, you will become a slave of the undead and will be willing to do anything for him. ”

Annie said anxiously: "But Viken is dead."

"Then you will become a zombie wandering aimlessly in the wilderness. You will be driven by instinct to attack any visible living creature until you are killed."

Rosen and Annie were both silent.

For Rosen, he already believed 90% of Veronica's words. He had been in this world for more than a month and had read some famous magic books. He knew that most magicians' powers come from chemistry. Change, and chemistry is nothing but a trick of combining atoms.

As for the blood seal magic on his body, he confirmed that it was a power at the subatomic level.

The cognitive level of the two parties is at least 4 orders of magnitude different. If those human magicians do not have a systematic knowledge system and just rely on accidental collisions, it is basically impossible to overcome this huge cognitive gap.

Just because he saw the gap, Rosen felt that the road ahead was dark.

Anne still refused to give up. After a while of silence, she asked, "How long will this process take?"

"If you let it develop, it will only take about a month. But you haven't had an attack yet. I guess you must have used a low-level exorcism, right?"

"Yes." Rosen nodded and admitted.

"No wonder. Low-level exorcism medicine can indeed greatly slow down the effects of blood seal magic. If you insist on taking it, it can take a year, but you will live in great pain during this year. Rosen, I think you have deeply Have you experienced it?"

Hearing this, Annie looked at Rosen blankly, unable to control herself, and tears flowed from her eyes.

"Ah~~~" Rosen scratched his hair frantically and asked unwillingly: "Veronica, you must have a way to help me alleviate the influence of magic, right?"

Veronica remained silent.

When Annie saw her like this, she said angrily: "Why don't you say anything? Are you hoping that he will die so that you can be freed as soon as possible, right?"

Veronica glanced at Annie and shook her head: "My oath is to protect Rosen until he dies of old age. Even if he loses his mind, I will still protect his life, and the life span of a blood slave is no different from that of ordinary people. . Do you think I would be willing to protect a madman?"

Rosen saw a clue from Veronica's attitude: "You should be able to help me."

Veronica nodded slightly: "I do know a drug that is better than low-level exorcisms, but the materials for this drug are very rare and you can't buy it even if you have money."

Rosen waved his hand and interrupted: "What is it called? What materials are needed? Tell me."

Veronica recalled it carefully and said, "It's called Saint Tilande, also called Moonlight Elixir. Just by the name, you'll know that it was a potion accidentally discovered by an alchemist named Tilande more than 500 years ago. Its refining method is very simple and is exactly the same as the low-level anti-evil medicine. The only difference is that the silver powder is replaced with extremely rare mithril powder."

"Mithril?" Anne whispered. She had a glimmer of hope before, but after hearing the word mithril, real despair appeared in her eyes.

"What's going on?" Rosen was a little confused.

In the game, he made all the weapons he made himself. The main materials were steel, aluminum and rare metals. He had never come into contact with things like mithril, but judging from Anne's performance, this thing seemed to be very precious.

Anne had tears in her eyes and her voice was choked: "Mithril, the legendary metal used by gods to make weapons, is very, very rare. Veronica is right. This is not something that money can buy. No matter how much money you have, you can buy it. Not even ”

"That's it~"

Rosen didn't believe it. There are more than 90 naturally occurring elements in the periodic table and more than a dozen synthetic ones. As a top student in materials physics, he not only knew the periodic table of elements by heart, but also had direct contact with the simple substances and simple compounds of most elements. Could this so-called mithril escape from the periodic table of elements?

"Tell me, what does Mithril look like?" Rosen asked.

Annie shook her head: "I have only heard of legends, but never seen one."

"Veronica?"

Veronica thought about it carefully and said with some uncertainty: "About 200 months ago. In fact, it was more than 200 years ago. A friend of mine got a thumb-sized piece of mithril and she showed it to me. I remember , that thing is silver-white, almost half lighter than iron, but very hard and will not rust, and the flame cannot melt it."

"Is there any more?" Rosen asked.

Veronica shook her head: "No, I only glanced at it a few times, and time has passed so long, my memory is also a little blurry. However, I clearly remember its touch. If I can touch it again If you go to Mithril, I will definitely recognize it.”

"Silver white, about half lighter than iron, very hard, not easy to rust, and has an extremely high melting point." A possible target vaguely appeared in Rosen's mind.

After pondering for a few seconds, he suddenly stood up, walked behind the luggage rack of the carriage, pulled out a box, opened it, groped inside for a while, and then took out a gray-white metal round as big as a fist.

He came back with the metal block and handed it to Veronica: "Does it look like this?"

"This is this?" Veronica was startled. She looked through the metal piece carefully, and the more she looked, the more surprised she became. Finally, she lost her voice and said, "Is it Viken's skull?"

"It's the unlucky guy's." Rosen didn't deny it either.

Veronica looked shocked: "Although I already knew that you killed Viken, I didn't expect that you could actually burn the skulls of the undead to this state. However, with such a greedy and stupid character, Viken would end up like this." Not surprising."

"You seem to have a strong opinion against Viken?" Rosenqi asked.

"It's not just me, most advanced creatures think so. Viken can't control his desires and is addicted to blood-sucking. He creates terror among mortals and makes countless stalkers go around to cause trouble for the undead. Even I am often chased. The hunter is harassing it, and it cannot be kept clean. Forget it, let’s not mention that, just this skull. It does feel a bit like mithril, but the color is wrong. The mithril I have seen is silver-white, and the surface is very shiny and beautiful.”

"Oh~ maybe it contains mithril?" Rosen guessed.

Veronica squeezed Viken's skull hard, and the skull suddenly made a "creak" sound. After Veronica let go of her hand, two clear fingerprints appeared where her fingers pinched.

Annie was shocked: "What a powerful force!"

She also tried to squeeze Viken's skull, but it didn't move at all, leaving no trace.

Veronica shook her head: "This is my limit. Rosen, this skull is very hard, far stronger than steel. It may really contain mithril. But, how do you purify the mithril?"

"Hey, let me try."

Rosen took back the Viken skull from Veronica, tossed it up and down, and asked: "If I really find mithril and refine the moonlight elixir, how much time can it delay for me?"

Veronica shook her head: "I don't know."

"Well, what should I say?"

"After the alchemist Tilande refined the moonlight elixir, he successfully helped an irrational blood slave regain his sanity, but the medicine he had on hand was too little. A few months later, the blood slave fell into trouble again. He went crazy and never recovered."

Rosen thought thoughtfully: "If the record is true, it can help the crazy blood slaves regain their sanity. It seems that the efficacy of the moonlight elixir is much stronger than the low-level exorcisms. No matter what, I still have one year. Maybe I'm lucky enough to find mithril, or maybe there's mithril in Viken's skull?"

Veronica nodded slowly: "I hope so. It would be a pity if someone like you really becomes a madman."

It was obvious that she didn't have high hopes.