Chapter 83: The Teacher
Chapter 83 The Teacher
“I don’t have that good insight and idle mind, just simply think that this alchemy apprentice is also really just a magic apprentice.
“With such a physique and strength that can be easily overpowered by fellow apprentices, isn’t it a bit funny to think that he alone can accomplish stealing the Hundred Years’ Incense, making potions, and making a deal with Zuoer in front of everyone’s eyes?”
Speaking here, David smiled and inclined his head towards the side and back of his own two Zhuoer slaves and laughed:
“I’ve learned something about the social patterns and behavior of the Zolls from my ‘Zoll followers’, if I say that this apprentice can still do all of the previous things, but the last step, the trade with the Zolls, he definitely can’t do it.
“Because generally like this no strength support, no backstage protection, no control of resources but presumptuous to go alone to the dark region to dream of getting rich silly boy.
“Generally the last end of either death, even if luck is really successful by him to arrive at the Zhuoer stronghold, but also by the passing Zhuoer stripped bare directly to take to the mating into the dregs of the life.
“So this is fundamentally, an unlikely thing ah.”
Atilicia, who had come to her senses, although she was a little uncomfortable with the somewhat rude-sounding expression ‘mating’ in David’s mouth, but due to his duties as a father, he felt the need to encourage his son’s accomplishments.
At that moment, he smiled and snapped his hands, “Not bad, excellent and calm logical deduction.”
At the same time, he added in his mind, ‘It also fits our Silver Dragon style of maneuvering, and even has a hint of supernormal perception that goes beyond calm rational thinking and borders on intuition.’
As a result, he didn’t expect to be directly met with mindless mockery and mind-blowing blows from his son:
“Eh, isn’t this something fishy that can be seen at a glance? I thought you were testing me.
“Oh, I see . You looked as if you were a bit distracted from the start, could it be that something is really wrong with the relationship between you and the Silver Archduke?
“If you don’t mind why don’t you tell me about it, maybe I can even analyze it and come up with some ideas for you.”
Attilicia nearly choked on the spot and suffered a brain hemorrhage from this series of solid words:
“Ahem ahem! Don’t talk nonsense, the relationship between Mirriam and I is pure, it’s not as filthy and unpleasant as you think.”
Of course he understood that he was a bit out of shape, but when was it the son’s turn to teach his father how to pick up girls, how did that sound?
“Pure feelings?” David instantly revealed a ‘subway old man cell phone’ look.
He said that if it is not clear that your gender, earlier in the Silver Castle you two that attitude with the female frequency Mary Sue novel in the “domineering duke fell in love with sheep-like me” into reality, okay?
“How can you question the personal relationship between Mirriam and I like that.” Reverend Atilicia’s face gave a swoon of anger.
However, because she was born too beautiful, she looked like she was radiating even more seductive dragon and elf charms, just like an undifferentiated range of seduction, causing everyone, including David, regardless of gender or race, to reveal an ‘oh-hoo’ look of infatuation.
In response to this has long had a wealth of experience in dealing with the Atilicia priest directly incomparably skillful to hit a [exorcism holy light], the scene of all the people froze in unison, sobered up, but some forget what happened earlier.
The scene was just like being clicked by the black-clothed man’s memory eraser collectively.
David immediately found [Greed] again in his thoughts along with the [Color] that popped up halfway through his mind, and instinctively wanted to trace back his earlier memories before Priest Atilicia interrupted in time:
“Now is not the time to discuss this, you’re right, just relying on an apprentice and these few minions at the moment, it’s impossible to complete the chain of transactions with the Drow, there must be more corruption that hasn’t been discovered, this is something I have to report to the Silver Archduke immediately.”
As he said that, he plucked off a piece of hundred year old fragrant flower petal and wrote it up with magic power, then casually summoned a [Magical Animal Messenger] owl, grasped the petal letterhead and then cooed and cooed as he flew towards the Silver Castle.
Seeing this scene, originally still have a lucky heart of the other several apprentices also disheveled to the ground, two strands of war, on the contrary, the beginning of the first was surrounded by beating at the moment but counted on the guilt of the apprentice reveals a look of relief, to David to show gratitude, but was concerned about other things of the David to directly ignore.
“Go! Come with me into the workshop to see if there are any more clues.”
After such a serious incident of large-scale corruption and collusion with the Drow, Priest Atilicia no longer cared about the procedural rules, and walked towards the alchemy workshop in a big stride.
He did not notice that his son David, who was following behind him, revealed a ‘plan’ smile, narrowing his eyes and wagging his tail as he followed him into the seemingly simple but not simple alchemy workshop.
As Priest Atilicia pushed open the heavy oak door, a strange aroma mixed with herbs, ores, and alchemy formulas filled the air.
It was a calming, refreshing, and slightly mysterious smell.
Even through the High Elf’s maze-lock setting, even an Elf apprentice with preliminary exposure to magic was able to clearly feel the magical elements of the place and its movement trajectory.
The light inside the workshop was suitable, and under [Celestial Manipulation], abundant sunlight poured down softly through the skylight, making the entire workspace as if it was surrounded by a warm aura.
Behind the employee seat of the arrested Alchemist Steward, there was also an obviously roughly carved but still magnificent mural:
Depicting their main elven deity, Corellon Lotherian, and beneath his face, the mural depicts the Tree of Creation, and creator deity of the elven race, Elendis Neritrave, guarding and nourishing the ecologically balanced elven world, and as it were, watching and blessing each and every elf working in the workshop.
David followed Priest Atilicia through the rows of ceramic crucibles, filtration drippers, and all kinds of alchemy instruments, which were either tall, short, or oddly shaped. Hundreds of apprentice alchemists followed the alchemist, working intensely and attentively around the fire source.
They wore velvet robes, and refined observation mirrors were fixed above their heads, allowing them to accurately see the degree of miscibility between the pollen and the magic and the changes in every drop of the potion, which had just been picked back from the fields of centuries-old scented flowers. Their techniques were skillful and precise, and with the mysterious alchemy incantations and skillful to somewhat mechanized spell-casting gestures, every movement was as smooth as if they were dancing.
Even in the work breaks while precisely carrying out the potion refining, they still managed to take the time to bow elegantly and appropriately to Priest Atilicia, who came striding forward:
“Ms. Atilicia!”
“Master Atilicia!”
David, who originally held the prejudice of a small workshop, could not help but be slightly shocked by this scene that was almost a combination of art and assembly line.
Everything here was somewhat beyond his original expectations.
The pure greed in his eyes for the money brought by smuggling was gradually replaced by an inquiry and curiosity for the profound knowledge of magic and alchemy in front of him.
[Greed
“Wait, what did those alchemists call him just now? Sensei?” David looked like he had made a big discovery that was even more shocking than before.
Just as Davey was similarly ‘impressed’ at the back of Priest Atilicia.
Priest Atilicia, who went straight to the steward’s post right on the way, quickly found the clues he was looking for in those alchemy manuals that the steward would take home every week, after a rummage as well as a variety of detecting, restoring and other magic.
Then the immensely skillful successively recruited several core alchemists and a few apprentices to come and question them one by one.
After seeing that the scale of the corruption was not as serious as he had expected, he seemed to have let go of his heart a little, and after writing another letter to the Silver Archduke, his gaze fell back to David, who was curiously observing the situation from all over the place.
How could he not see his own son’s almost greedy ‘curiosity’ about alchemy.
Very well, greed was the only quality that was most appreciated when it came to the desire for knowledge!
“What? Want to learn? I’ll teach you.”
Reverend Atilicia felt as if she finally had the opportunity and something suitable to teach her own son.
It just so happened that the steward of this alchemy workshop had just been taken down, and he was entrusted by the Elf King Aeliandor and had to travel around every once in a while to perform [Celestial Manipulation], and the Temple of Justice could not do without him during the weekdays.
In a short period of time, it seems that there is no other person who can gain his trust than his own son.
As for the other party or a completely uninitiated white boy?
The other party was his own son, a silver dragon with the same Sweetlanden Clan bloodline as himself!
Under the tutelage of this Master Alchemist of his own, that progress should not be a rapid advancement, surpassing these elven fools in front of him that is not easy?
If Priest Atilicia also had the same [Arrogance] power as David at this moment, he would probably have instantly swiped it to break through the heavens.
“Dare I ask, are you still …?” Davy raised his tail like a student who had discovered some little secret.
Priest Atilicia finally straightened her back for once in front of her son and smiled proudly:
“I have been entrusted by Mirriam Elizabeth, Duke of the Wheel of Silver.
“Temporarily, I am the Master Alchemist and Supreme Responsible for this Alchemy Workshop.
“Personal magical advisor to Her Highness, Mirriam.
“As well as, the inventor of the Sobering Potion.”
“.” Davey really did get a shock, two shocks, three shocks, and the dragon’s body shook wildly.
Eventually revealing a ‘gaze of admiration’ that made Reverend Atilicia quite satisfied and self-satisfied, he then respectfully bowed down and saluted:
“Reverend Atilicia, please be sure to teach me the truth of the Alchemical Way.”
This happiness came so suddenly.
It was no longer to the extent of a pillow being delivered when one dozes off or a pie falling from the sky.
Rather, I just wanted to have a meal, and the rats fell directly into the granary, okay?
At the same time heart crazy spit:
That you earlier in the half a day there to pretend to be noble to pretend that you Nima it!
If not out of this mess.
He guessed that he had not been able to see this pretending to be a pig eating tiger guy’s disguise.
(End of chapter)