From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

Chapter 167 Southern Cross
It was early morning the second day after arriving at Kassel College.

The sun shines on the window sill, and the cross-like alchemical object on the yellow apple seems to have a soul instantly. The pulp decays and carbonizes at an unimaginable speed. Black and white spots and four lines of poetry slowly spread on the shelf.

The completion of the Alchemy Southern Cross means that someone has completely reached the top level in alchemical astrology. This thing can be used in combat. Although it is only the size of a palm, the four hunters with different limbs pierced are standing at the end points of the cross. The distribution can make the prey in the center of the cross unable to move. Of course, it is useless to hybrids above A level. In the eyes of the strong, it can only be regarded as an interesting little toy.

But it represents a rich foundation of alchemy. Ordinary people are also within the range of users, including children and the elderly. In ancient times, it was enough to become a family heirloom. To put it simply, four strong men from the school engineering department can use this Safely defeated one of the best in Class B.

The only problem was that a second one couldn't be born, because the image of the Southern Cross was already occupied, and the astrology was not something that could be produced wholesale.

Jiang Yuan opened his eyes from the big bed, ended his two-hour sleep, and replaced washing with the heat of the flames. He changed his clothes, picked up the Southern Cross and went out.

There are students preparing for class everywhere. Due to internships between the executive department and local branches, there are very few fourth graders. Most of the students on the road are sleepy. Judging from the strong energy of the mixed race, they probably did not attend at all last night. I didn't sleep. Fortunately, Caesar frequently held various parties and had become accustomed to it.

Jiang Yuan walked on the green cobblestone road, heading straight to the church bell tower. Occasionally, he could see assistants and lecturers rushing around. Not all students will join the executive department and the combat system of local branches after graduation. There are quite a few academic types. Talents are always filling the secret party reserve.

They are indispensable to the Secret Party's huge influence in various fields around the world.

Arriving at the bell tower, there are no guards here. After opening the door, there is only a wooden spiral staircase. There is no need to block it. Anyone who can pass the Penrose stairs can naturally see Flamel. This is a famous paradox in geometry. Mixed with alchemy is a never-ending road of loss.

A few minutes later, on the top floor of the bell tower, Jiang Yuan saw the old guy lying on the floor, sleeping soundly. He was unshaven, but he could vaguely see the handsome demeanor of his youth. In fact, he did not look old or strong, but only had a body fat percentage. A bit high, and the worn jeans could barely cover her belly.

From the perspective of the secret party, the war between pure-blood dragons and hybrids is nearing its destined end. Although the future is full of blood and uncertainty, no one doubts that Angers can become the one who pierced the dawn, and the eternal night before dawn is still dark. , he needed a night watchman, so the old cowboy lived in the bell tower.

Words and Precepts

No.: 106
The Releaser forms a domain with himself as the center, suppressing the spiritual abilities of all dragons and hybrids in this domain. People with a lower bloodline than the Releaser may not even be able to use it at all. This is a power to rule the battlefield. In the periodic table It is the culmination of advice and prohibition.

A powerful amplifying alchemy matrix envelopes the entire academy and maintains it with high precision for a long time, at the cost of a large consumption of energy, but this is nothing to Cassel.

There are very few alchemists with extremely outstanding combat capabilities.

Jiang Yuan found a chair and sat down. The place was in a mess, even comparable to a garbage dump, but there was no shortage of wine. The Flamel in front of him was completely drunk at the moment, but even the slightest malice could wake him up instantly. .

There is no mezcal in the room. After all, the upper limit of tequila is higher in terms of grade. The main reason why Jiang Yuan often drinks mezcal is to commemorate his first trip. As a substitute for taste, kumiss is barely enough, and it is in the garbage. Arcana, a highly distilled premium product with kumiss, is light and smooth in the mouth, with a unique slightly sour taste.Four hours later, the vice-principal scrolled twice in confusion, instinctively raised his hand to tap on the keyboard beside him, opened a slit in his eyes and stared at the computer screen. After confirming that today was not a beauty pageant day, he turned over and prepared to go back to sleep. , such competitions are usually hosted by him and promoted by the news department of the dog-leg organization.

Suddenly, the vice-principal sat up suddenly and stared blankly at the uninvited guest who had quietly arrived.

The other party was sitting on the only clean chair, flipping through books that were not in his collection. He looked like a scholar. Except for Angers, who had memorized the route, no one in the secret party or even the entire mixed-race world could go without invitation. to here.

Violent breaking and entering is not considered, it is vulgar.

"Good afternoon, nominal senior brother." Jiang Yuan threw the Alchemy Southern Cross over. The techniques contained in it were obvious to the master. The secret party's fundamental alchemy has always been inherited by two lines, and the highest honors are Ephesus. Flamel and Lucius, the latter's purpose is to pursue "the black of blacks". Due to the threat of dragons, they were extremely prosperous in the Middle Ages. However, in modern times, the Flamel faction, which is relatively mild in human nature, has taken over the mainstream.

"Tsk, this is a masterpiece." The vice-principal easily dug out two bottles of zircon potion from a pile of debris and drank it. This rare and life-saving detoxification potion can only be used as a hangover soup here.

"Meeting gift." Jiang Yuan closed the note and put it away. The other party's inheritance must be more complete than his own. This was the disadvantage of Ye Luzi's self-taught background.

The vice-principal sat up straight and looked at the Alchemy Southern Cross carefully. He was also an alchemist master. The wonderful ideas came into his eyes instantly. If a strong foundation comes from hard work day and night, then only talent can determine the fundamental things. This is the cold reality of alchemy.

“A scholar’s ​​anger runs through the streets?”

Jiang Yuan nodded: "Paracelsus, one of the founders of alchemical philosophy, I was surprised by his keenness in confirming the existence of the four elves for the first time. The four monarchs and their authority characteristics are common knowledge among hybrids today. But in the desert period, Paracelsus was undoubtedly a pioneer in peering into this secret."

"It is said that Paracelsus had a dagger that never left his body, containing the Devil and the Philosopher's Stone. Throughout his life, it is striking that he never had a confirmed relationship with a woman." The vice-principal was talking about alchemy. Shi Quan lost his usual slutty look and said in a solemn tone: "The Southern Cross is just a carrier, but what fills it is the swordsmanship. It is satirized with the image of a yellow apple. The angry sword of loyalty will fight back with restraints. It is amazing." Gorgeous star crystal."

After a brief hesitation, the vice-principal continued: "The four people holding it need to have monk robes, red staffs, and pure gold rings respectively. So what can be used as an anchor?"

"It's just a formality for a convicted fraudster." Jiang Yuan said calmly.

The vice-principal was stunned, then laughed, "Paracelsus was wearing a gray lab coat stained by drugs and a tattered gray felt hat. This made him the target of scandal and fraud. For the sake of reputation, he I should sit up from my grave and applaud you, people and things, things and things, past and present, the elements are not inconvenient things, what do you want to drink."

"Mezcal."

(End of this chapter)