From Prisoner to Si Chen..

Chapter 368 Silver Bottle Eleven
Gillan had just put away the paper and pen on the table and was about to go to bed when Flamel called out from outside the room:

"Gillan, Mrs. McCalla wants to see you."

'Madam is looking for me?'

There was a hint of doubt in Gillan's eyes.

In the two months since they came to the cabin to study, Mrs. McCalla had never visited the three apprentices individually.

Besides, it's already late.

"Got it." Gilan responded.

He sorted out his clothes, then opened the door and walked out of the cabin.

Flamel was standing outside, pointing in the direction of the main house and whispering:
"My lady is waiting for you in the attic."

"Thank you." Jilan nodded at him and walked over.

On weekdays, the three apprentices rarely enter the main house.

Even the first floor was filled with bottles and jars of various sizes, colors and shapes, a few of which contained some strange biological specimens.

Parchment scrolls and bulky books were piled in the corner, and even hanging on the wall were some extremely complex hand-drawn drawings and notebook manuscripts.

It seemed as if even the air was filled with the scent of mysterious knowledge.

Gillan carefully sidestepped through the debris, raising his legs to avoid stepping on his wife's things.

After a long "trek", he finally climbed the wooden stairs and, with the faint light of a candle, went up to the third-floor attic.

At the end of the stairs, there are walls on both sides and only an ordinary wooden door in front.

Gillan stepped forward and knocked.

Tuk Tuk.

"lady."

"Is that Gillan? Come in."

From the attic, Mrs. McCullagh's gentle voice was heard.

Only then did Jilan push open the wooden door.

As soon as he entered, the candlelight around him illuminated his sight, making it look bright. However, the attic was not hot, but even cooler than outside, and there was a light fragrance of lavender mixed with rosemary and pine resin.

Gillan noticed that the attic was not as messy as he had imagined, but rather very tidy.

Piles of books filled all four walls of the attic, with three large test benches and a desk in the middle.

Mrs. McCullagh was sitting with her back to Gillan, fiddling with something on the table. Beside her were some common ingredients such as pine, coriander, parsley, bergamot, bitter almonds, laurel, and olive oil.

"Please sit down." The lady said softly without turning her head.

After Jilan sat down on the chair, the lady laughed and said:
"Wait a moment, I'm distilling some essential oil perfume."

"Yes, ma'am." Jilan agreed respectfully.

He lowered his head, thinking to himself:
"So you're mixing perfume. No wonder the attic smells so strong..."

Just as he was thinking about it, Jilan suddenly saw something and was stunned.

From his perspective, Mrs. McCullagh, dressed in a silver robe, still had her charm and outstanding figure. But what attracted Gillan's attention even more was the brand on the back of her left hand that she inadvertently exposed.

It was an alchemical symbol of an equilateral triangle, and in the center there was a scale pattern, with a crescent moon on the left and a bottle on the right.

The bottle contains the sea and ships.

'That is……'

Gillan was immediately reminded of the real film "Pan". At the end of that film, Sasha and Peyton's bodies merged into one, and were reborn under the power of the "Golden Bow", the mark of God.

"Candidate for an Apostle!"

He exclaimed in his heart.

Although he knew that Madam McCara would ascend to heaven in the future and become one of the apostles of the September Hour "Ms. Snow", he did not expect that the god had already paid special attention to Madam McCara and had given her the mark of "apostle candidate"...

"Gillen."

Soon, Mrs. McCalla turned around and smiled at him. In her hands were two glass bottles of lavender essential oil, which seemed to be perfumes that had just been prepared.

"Did you do anything about Andrea's disappearance these days?"

Jilan was also surprised when he was suddenly asked by his wife.

He glanced at the lady in silver robe. Her eyes were calm, but she seemed to see through everything.

Jilan's mind was in a state of flux at this moment, but he ultimately chose not to conceal it. Instead, he nodded calmly and said:

"Well, I did it."

He lowered his eyes and asked:
"Madam has known for a long time that I am not an ordinary person?"

"Yeah." Mrs. McCalla smiled and turned back to continue fiddling with the bottles and jars, making clinking sounds. "I knew it the first time I saw you... After all, you are a 4th-level long-lived person, and the brilliance of your spirituality is too dazzling."

"I see." Jilan whispered.

At this point, he was basically certain that Mrs. McCalla's original level was definitely level 6!
It is the pinnacle of the world!

Otherwise, if he was detected by spiritual vision, he would not have failed to notice it.

This also makes sense, why Madam McCullagh knew his strength but still accepted him as an apprentice... Because in the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy or trick is nothing.

She didn't worry at all whether Gillan had ulterior motives.

"Don't be nervous, Jilan... I didn't ask you to come here to blame you."

Mrs. McCulla said gently.

"No matter who you are or what your purpose is in becoming my apprentice, I will not ask... As long as you are willing to learn, I will teach you."

"Madam..." Jilan looked puzzled. "The reason why I recruited apprentices is not simply because of the royal family's commission. It's because I feel that my time in the mortal world is running out, so I want to find a few people to pass on some of my knowledge."

Mrs. McCullagh operated the instruments in her hands, pouring liquid, sprinkling dust with a silver spoon, lighting the fire, moving the bottle mouth... The whole process was smooth and meticulous.

Hearing this, Jilan was startled.

For some reason, at this moment, Mrs. McCalla's figure overlapped with Teacher Pala.

The two men's motives for recruiting students are very similar.

"I actually know about Mr. Galken's affairs."

Mrs. McCulla said.

"But I don't care."

"Mr. Borol Dupu, the 'Red Duke', is obsessed with refining the Philosopher's Stone. His obsession has driven him to the point of madness. I wonder how many people will be dragged into a disaster because of this."

She sighed.

"I just hope that day will come later... Of course, if that day comes, I will stop it."

The atmosphere was a little quiet.

Gillan took a deep breath and was about to speak.

Mrs. McCalla said in a gentle tone:
"Mr. Gillan, during this time, you should just focus on learning mysticism and alchemy from me... No matter what grudges you have with the 'Grafting School' or the 'Midnight Rose', please wait until later."

Jilan was silent for a few seconds, nodded, and said respectfully:

"Okay, ma'am."

"If you have any questions, you can always come to me... Among the three apprentices, you have the highest talent. I believe you will become a great alchemist in the future."

Mrs. McCullagh paused in her action and glanced back at him with a kind smile on her face.

This smile made Jilan stunned.

...

...

Since this night.

Jilan stopped hunting.

He returned to his original peaceful life. Apart from doing odd jobs every day, he devoted himself to studying mysticism and alchemy.

Flamel and Galken, both apprentices, knew nothing about this.

Time passed quickly and more than half a year passed.

In the past six months, Gilan has not used "Banlan" even once. He has mastered all the knowledge about mysticism and alchemy through his own efforts and thinking.

As the knowledge taught by Mrs. McCulla became more and more profound and obscure, and even went beyond the scope of what an "apprentice" should master, Jillan's progress still showed no signs of stopping.

He was like a hungry sponge, madly absorbing the nutrients called knowledge.

His total devotion to study even amazed and admired Flamel and Galken.

Of course, this also indirectly stimulated the two of them, causing their progress to be much faster.

As for Galken, he would go out secretly a few nights every month. Except for Flamel, his every move was actually known to Gillan and Mrs. McCullagh.

It was just that out of tacit understanding, neither side revealed it.

Half a year had passed, and Gillan had already laid a solid foundation in mysticism and alchemy, and had even gone a step further and been exposed to more advanced knowledge.

He also began to try to develop some alchemical drugs, and formally assisted Mrs. McCalla in doing some alchemical experiments.

Even the commissions given to the lady by the royal family were handed over to Gillan, and Mrs. McCullagh used the saved time for her own research.

this day.

Gillan worked in a laboratory on the second floor of the main house, with Flamel and Galken assisting him.

"Trace tin-sulfur solution, five-color medicinal extract, cherry coral powder, vortex residue, distilled water..."

He stood in front of the table and gave the order without turning his head.

His hands kept moving, operating more than a dozen different instruments in succession, changing and mixing the utensils on the three candlesticks at the same time.

Lemay and Galken rushed back and forth between shelves, sinks, and tables, providing Gillan with the necessary materials as quickly as possible.

Their faces were tense and they were sweating profusely, but they did not dare to be negligent and took it very seriously.

After a while.

Jilan picked up a piece of special white wax stone and drew a complicated alchemical array on the table at an extremely fast speed.

Immediately, he took out a bottle of a strange liquid that emitted gold and silver colors and was as thick as mercury, and sprinkled it on the alchemy array.

This is an "alchemical catalyst" he developed independently based on the "Three Kings Stone" and combined with several recipes taught by Mrs. McCulla. Gillan named it "Three Kings Medicine".

Mrs. McCalla spoke highly of this catalytic drug, calling it a fine product.

Bear!
A ball of green flame was suspended above the table.

This is because Gilan added "green gunpowder", taking a different approach, using that kind of high-temperature mysterious flame instead of pure sulfur, which has the effect of rapidly transmuting matter.

Of course, this also tests the reaction speed, because if you are not careful, the material will be burned to ashes.

Flamel and Galken were forced back by the high temperature air wave, with shocked expressions on their faces.

Although it was not the first time they had seen it, they were still frightened every time they saw Jilan use this green flame.

"Is it...done?" Flamel asked nervously.

"It's done." Jilan said in a deep voice.

(End of this chapter)