In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 34 Odd and Even Changes

"What a lunatic."

Ryan drank the fruit tea and couldn't help sighing.

"The most outstanding genius in the world always has the loneliness he insists on. Even I don't know what Sherman is thinking."

Heisenberg recalled his old friend, and a look of nostalgia appeared on his old face.

"We can't understand what he did, perhaps because he hides more secrets than ordinary people in his heart."

After a long time, the old man smiled helplessly again, and continued: "But even putting aside these things, he is still hysterical and neurotic."

"For example."

"When he was young, he frantically spread a strange and weird secret text to all over the world, and released news—"

"If anyone can answer this secret text, he will share a ton of gold as a reward."

"Oh? Is there such a thing?"

Ryan smiled in surprise. This Sherman Lawrence was not as serious and staid as he had imagined, but rather off-line—the world's strongest witcher.

It's really arousing curiosity.
Ryan raised his teacup and took a sip of the sweet tea.

The old man tapped his head, looking hesitant.

As I get older, I just can't remember things.

After a long time, he slapped his head, and said with a strange expression: "It seems that something strange changes even if it doesn't change."

"puff!!"

Ryan turned pale with fright, and sprayed a sip of tea directly on Heisenberg's face.

He reacted quickly, and apologized apologetically to Professor Alexia Heisenberg:

"I'm sorry, Professor."

"I'm choking."

However, looking at the scene in front of him, while wiping his mouth, he was slightly taken aback.

The tea sprayed out of his mouth seemed to be imprisoned by a pair of invisible hands, stagnating in the air not far from Heisenberg's face.

The water spray freezes in the air, and the candlelight flickers.

Like a beautiful work of art made of solid ice.

"Wow—"

Heisenberg snapped his fingers casually, and the tea flowed back into Ryan's cup.

The old man gave him a strange look, and said lightly: "Fortunately, my sword is not old, Ryan, otherwise, I would have to change clothes to chat with you happily."

Hearing this, Ryan laughed twice.

Choose to divert awkward topics.

"This is--"

"Ability, from a scientific point of view, you can imagine it as a mutant, genetic mutation, superpower."

"From the point of view of magic, you can imagine it as magic, magic, or words."

"From a theological point of view, you can imagine it as blessing and protection."

Heisenberg smiled, and he raised his hand.

Ryan didn't know why, until he looked back, only to find that Rebecca was spreading her hands at this time, staring at Heisenberg with clear eyes without any impurities.

Although she was expressionless, Ryan could vaguely sense resentment from the delicate ice cube face.

"Wow—"

The pages flipped through the air until they landed on the table in front of Heisenberg.

"In short, it's a superpower."

"Getting things from a distance, manipulating them with your mind, it's easy to understand, right?"

Heisenberg opened the "Mirror of Truth" with a smile on his face, until he saw the cute cat head emoji drawn on the title page of the book, he sighed faintly, raised his head, and stared at Rebecca .

The girl shrank her shoulders.

She tucked the fountain pen into her sleeve.

Then she buried her head on the sofa, leaving only two small gray balls bouncing on her head.

"Understand understand, fully understand."

Ryan said he understood.

"Okay, that's all for the lectures and lessons. Next, let's talk about some happy things?"

Heisenberg closed the "Mirror of Truth" and smiled at Ryan, "Lion, you performed extremely well on this mission."

"So, I want to give you a gift in my own name."

gift for me?
Ryan lowered his eyes and looked at the ancient alchemy knife placed on the table.

The ancient knife is about 90 cm long. The blade is not warped and looks very straight. The blade is dark gold in color and decorated with animal head relief. The handle is compact and natural. The luxurious lavender paint is used to give people a light and flexible feeling feel.

After complex processing, polishing and decoration, the entire scabbard exudes a very simple and atmospheric charm.

It is painted with very detailed patterns of mountains, water and forests, and the freshness and natural beauty of everything representing the sky is very realistically depicted.

Lane doesn't know knives.

Unlike some traversers with a sound reserve of knowledge, he has an extraordinary level of knowledge.

But he can still see through his eyes that countless magic circuits are engraved on this simple and majestic long knife.

The chilling alchemy matrix is ​​almost bloody.

This proves that this knife is definitely a murder weapon that has harvested many lives.

oh maybe
What is harvested is not human life.

"Knife Name: Calamity Clearer."

"It comes from a master alchemist in China. The old gentleman came to the Alchemy Temple to teach cold weapon casting on the grounds of academic exchanges."

"The knives and guns produced by the church today more or less have the smelting technology left by that gentleman involved."

Heisenberg continued: "If you think the name Calamity Clearer is too old-fashioned, you can also call it the Chinese name."

"Shen Tu."

"This knife is very precious—"

Ryan hesitated for a moment.

"Your standard weapon has been scrapped in the battle with the evil god."

"Isn't it the job of the Alchemy Temple to arm our soldiers?"

"The sword is given to the hero."

When Heisenberg said these words, there was a bit of quack flavor.

"That's not very polite."

As Ryan said, he held the knife in his hand, and it was really just a symbolic politeness.

"As long as you like it."

As he spoke, Heisenberg smiled, took out a cheap cigarette from under his table, and before lighting it up, said with a smile:

"After talking for so long, I'm addicted to smoking."

"Rebecca, you and Ryan go first."

"Give the elderly a little space to be alone."

This is to see off guests.

Ryan blinked and stood up tactfully.

"Old man, have you forgotten about lung cancer?"

Rebecca dropped a word before leaving.

Heisenberg immersed himself in the smoky office, holding the tone of traditional cigarettes.

He pursed his lips amusedly.

Lung cancer?

Wouldn't it be good to have another lung?
and.

Even if he got lung cancer, he wouldn't die.

Heaven hates him for killing all his life, and hell is more afraid of this villain in the world.

Where else can he go?
It is nothing more than dying in the cemetery of the Alchemy Temple, closing your eyes forever, and enjoying the hard-won peaceful sleep.

"Ha ha--"

"Really, after thinking about it so much, I began to expect this kind of peace to come sooner, the day of retirement. When will you come?"

"Hahaha!!"

Heisenberg's eyes were fixed on the closed office door, and after a while, he suddenly laughed wildly for no reason.

wrong.

Think about it now.

Perhaps, such a day is not far away!

(End of this chapter)