The Last Alchemist

In the past two days, Vincent has been in a state of anxiety.

Two days ago, he actually believed the words of an alchemist who had just met for less than half an hour, thinking that the other party could make a magic wand that ordinary people could use.

It would be fine if he simply believed it, but he was so excited by the other party's words that he not only signed a cooperation contract, but also went to meet the Countess Miss Adele in advance, and then sold the magic mirror given to him by the other party for a high price of 100 gold dragon coins.

If the situation was just like this, it should be a good thing. The problem is that Vincent, who easily gained 100 gold dragon coins, took the opportunity to tell the matter of the magic wand.

Miss Adele was so obsessed with magic that she forgot to eat and sleep.

When she heard about such a magic wand, she immediately promised Vincent that as long as he could really deliver the magic wand, no matter what kind of magic the magic wand released, as long as it was confirmed to be magic, she would at least pay 1,000 gold dragon coins for the magic wand.

Now, the big talk has been said. If Rosen fails to hand over the wand to him on time, his character will be ruined, and Miss Adele will definitely regard him as a big-talking liar.

As a businessman, what is the most important thing? Reputation!

If he loses his reputation even after going bankrupt, he will really have no hope of turning things around in this life.

Vincent, who was in a state of ups and downs, woke up at three o'clock in the morning on the agreed date. After waking up, he sat on the bed in a daze.

"That Rosen is so young, could he be a liar?"

"He has cast magic in front of me, at least he is a magician. And he has moved into the Prancing Horse Mansion and signed a contract with me, so he shouldn't lie to me."

"But how could there be a magic wand that ordinary people can use in this world? If there really is such a thing, wouldn't everyone be able to use magic?"

"Is there any conspiracy?"

The more Vincent thought about it, the more scared he became. Cold sweat oozed from his forehead and back. He didn't know how long it had been before he suddenly heard a voice outside the window. He woke up with a start, turned his head and looked, and found that it was already dawn without him realizing it.

"Forget it, whether it is a scam or not, I will know it after a trip to the Prancing Horse Mansion."

He stood up, washed up in a hurry, closed the door, bought some food at the roadside stall in front of the Quiet Garden Hotel, and then rushed to the Prancing Horse Mansion.

Although he sold the magic mirror for 100 gold dragon coins yesterday, the money was taken away by the screaming creditor before he could even warm it up. He currently has less than 1,000 kron left.

He felt uneasy without money in his pocket, and whether he could turn things around depended on this!

Vincent almost trotted all the way to the Leaping Horse Mansion. Looking at the familiar gorgeous courtyard gate, he felt mixed emotions. He sighed lightly, walked to the gate, gently picked up the hammer, and knocked on the bell beside the small door.

‘Dang~Dang~’

It was still a crisp and familiar sound, but Vincent was the host before, but now he has become a visitor. Things have changed, and Vincent felt a blockage in his heart.

‘Damn the Fire Cult, damn the informer, if it weren’t for them, how could I have fallen to this point? ’ He was both hateful and sad in his heart.

At this moment, an old man appeared behind the door. When he saw Vincent, he was stunned and asked, "Sir, why are you back?"

Vincent naturally knew the old man who was guarding the door. He smiled bitterly: "Uncle De, I came to visit the new owner of the mansion, Mr. Rosen. Is he up?"

"Well~ I'll go ask." Uncle De turned and walked towards the mansion.

After more than ten minutes, he came back and opened the gate directly: "Sir, the master is waiting for you in the hall."

Vincent was relieved that he was not rejected. He nodded to the gatekeeper, adjusted his clothes, and made sure that his clothes were neat before he strode towards the yard.

It snowed lightly last night, and a thin layer of white snow accumulated on the ground in the yard. The winter roses in the flowerbed bloomed tenaciously despite the severe cold. Birds sang crisply in the cedar bushes on the roadside. Everything was exactly the same as before.

Vincent sighed subconsciously and continued to walk along the familiar road towards the familiar house in the distance.

Arriving at the door, he pushed open the gorgeous crystal glass door, and a warm feeling came over him. Vincent looked up and saw Rosen sitting in a small flower hall nearby. The windows were closed and the light in the flower hall was very dim.

In front of Rosen, there was a square table with an exquisite long ebony box on it.

Rosen also saw Vincent and smiled and waved, "Come on, I've been waiting for you."

Vincent breathed a sigh of relief, strode up, and said with a smile, "Sir, is the wand in the box?"

Rosen pushed the ebony box in front of him: "Yes, the wand is inside. I call it the flashing wand. Do you want to take it out and have a look?"

"Is this convenient?" Vincent was very tempted.

Rosen laughed and opened the lid of the ebony box directly, revealing a roll of bright white silk cloth. After lifting the silk cloth, an ebony stick more than half a meter long and two circles thicker than a thumb appeared inside.

This ebony stick is carved with exquisite and mysterious patterns, and many patterns are inlaid with complex and exquisite gold and silver threads. The top of the ebony stick is carved into a lifelike receptacle, on which a milky white crystal the size of a pigeon egg is cleverly inlaid. The combination of the receptacle and the crystal is like a white rose about to bloom.

This is a gorgeous magic wand full of feminine beauty, and at the same time surrounded by a strong mysterious atmosphere!

Although Vincent was a man, he fell in love with the wand at just one glance. His eyes were fixed on the wand, as if he was glued to it and couldn't move away.

"What a wand!" Vincent praised sincerely and asked, "How to use it?"

Rosen smiled, picked up the wand and handed it to Vincent: "Hold it here, yes, just hold the handle."

Vincent did as he was told. He gently held the second half of the wand's wooden handle. After holding it, he found that the curve at this position fit the shape of his hand. It was comfortable to hold, but a little tight.

Rosen saw Vincent's doubts and smiled: "This wand was designed for the countess, and the handle fits the woman's small hand. Your hands are actually bigger."

"I see. Mr. Rosen is really thoughtful." Vincent held the wand carefully, fearing that he would use too much force and accidentally break the treasure.

"Now, hold it tight!" Rosen reminded.

Vincent took a deep breath and put a little more force on his hand. He faintly felt that the wooden handle of the wand seemed to be slightly indented. Then, the milky white crystal on the top of the wand actually lit up.

The light in the flower hall was dim, and after the milky white crystal became brighter, it actually illuminated the flower hall very brightly, and many dark corners were illuminated to every detail.

Vincent was startled and resisted the instinctive impulse to throw the wand out: "Hiss~~is this?"

"Soft light technique." Rosen snapped his fingers.

"My God, it's so bright!" Vincent was still in shock.

Rosen continued to explain: "I solidified a soft light technique into the crystal on the head of the wand. As long as you hold the handle of the wand firmly, you can activate the soft light technique. Of course, the power of the wand is limited. In my estimation, This soft light technique can be effective for about 10 hours. After that, if you want to use it again, you must ask me to recharge it. "

"The soft light technique that lasts for 10 hours is really beyond my imagination. But, can this wand only use soft light technique?" Vincent asked. Although this alone was already extremely miraculous, Vincent still Instinctively, I felt something was wrong. If I could only use soft light, what was the difference between this wand and a large candle?

Rosen spread his hands: "Friend, I know what you are thinking. But you have to understand that this is a wand that ordinary people can use. Ordinary people have no magic talent and cannot provide magic power for the wand, so I must combine magic power with The magic is all sealed in the wand, which involves very complex magic techniques and a large amount of extremely precious materials must be consumed.”

Upon hearing this, Vincent quickly put the wand back into the ebony box.

Rosen pointed to the ebony handle of the wand again: "Look, this ebony is used to store magic power. Look at these gold and silver threads, they are gorgeous, right? But they are by no means decoration, but to assist guidance. Magic, generate stable magic structure.”

"That's it." Vincent nodded in agreement, but in fact, he didn't understand it at all. The only thing he was sure of was that this wand was very, very precious.

Rosen pointed to the crystal on the head of the wand again: "Look at this milky white crystal. Isn't it beautiful?"

Vincent nodded repeatedly: "Yes, crystal clear, and as white and tender as the skin of a beautiful woman."

"On this magic crystal, I spent 300 gold dragon coins!"

"Hi~~ What a good thing, a peerless treasure!" Vincent was completely stunned.

Rosen picked up the wand himself and held the handle tightly. The crystal on the head of the wand once again showed bright and stable white soft light. Rosen blew into the crystal with his mouth: "Look, the wind can't blow it out."

"Yes yes."

Rosen touched the crystal with his hand again, and then touched Vincent's hand with the crystal: "You can feel that the crystal is warm, but it is not as hot as a candle flame."

"Hmm~ Yes, it's especially good to use in winter." Vincent felt more and more wonderful about this magic crystal.

That's not all. Rosen suddenly walked to the flower hall and inserted the crystal into the fish tank.

"Ah~~~God!" Vincent was startled by his action.

Rosen laughed loudly and waved to Vincent: "Come here and see, water can't quench it, it will shine even in water!"

Vincent was dubious. He stepped forward and looked at the fish tank. Sure enough, the magical crystal shone in the water. The fish in the water were attracted by the light and were spinning around the crystal.

"Tsk tsk tsk~magical~so magical!"

Now, he was completely conquered by this magic wand.

Rosen took the wand out of the water tank, carefully wiped off the water stains on the crystal, put it into the ebony box, then picked up the ebony box and handed it to Vincent.

Vincent immediately took a step forward and carefully held the box to his chest.

Rosen sat back in his chair, smiled and asked, "Do you think Miss Adele will like it?"

Vincent's heart was surging: "Miss Adele will definitely love it and she will definitely be willing to pay a sky-high price to buy this magical wand!"

He just has no money now. If he had money, he would definitely buy this thing without blinking an eye.

Rosen nodded solemnly, turned around and looked around. Seeing no one around him, he asked softly: "How much do you think Adele can pay?"

Vincent thought for a moment and replied softly: "Adele just inherited the title last year, and the old count is an extremely stingy guy. He has been accumulating wealth all his life. According to my estimate, Adele inherited at least 50,000 gold dragons." coins in cash, as well as 2 merchant ships and 15 properties. I think the maximum she can pay is about 2,000 gold dragon coins.”

"Hmm~~ Not bad, very good. I spent 500 gold dragons to make this wand. According to what we agreed, if 2000 gold dragons are sold, the profit will be 1500 gold dragons, 80% to 20%, you get 300. Of course, if you can sell it at a higher price, the share will be more."

Vincent's blood boiled.

Running errands in Nirogard and talking, he earned 400 gold dragons in three days. In the past, Vincent would never have dared to imagine this.

It's true that he was a wealthy businessman before, but the speed of making money was far from so amazing. He was very happy to make 10 gold dragons a day. He felt that if he followed Rosen, the alchemist, closely, he seemed to be able to reach a peak that he had never dared to imagine before.

He patted his chest and guaranteed: "Mr. Rosen, don't worry, I will never let you down."

With such a magical wand in hand, how much money he can make next depends on his ability!