Chapter 17 Alchemy Genius?

After a while, the alchemists couldn't wait any longer and said, "Alright, we'll take this box to study it first, Young Master Xiaoye. Don't let us interrupt your celebration with the Seventh Princess."

"Study this box? Is it fun?" The prodigal son was puzzled.

"Not fun, this isn't for fun. We need to open this box and get Ben's notes." The alchemists said seriously.

"Notes, you mean this book?" The prodigal son suddenly produced a book.

"Yes, it's this alchemy notebook...wait, you...you..." The alchemists pointed at the prodigal son, their eyes wide as if they were about to fall out. It was an expression of astonishment and disbelief.

"Ah..." At this moment, everyone's mouths dropped open, staring at the prodigal son in astonishment, unable to utter a sound.

"There are a few more, one, two, three, four, five... There are five books in this box." The prodigal son took out book after book, and everyone present was still in a daze.

"Are you sure you weren't lying to us? Is this box really that hard to open?" The emperor and others started to doubt, questioning whether the alchemists were trying to be the first to see the notes and had tricked everyone that the box couldn't be opened.

However, everyone present knew that this possibility was extremely slim.

The alchemists immediately denied it with absolute certainty: "No, absolutely not! How could we deceive your Majesty? This box truly requires a lot of effort, many obstacles need to be overcome to open it, just..."

"Just why can a ten-year-old child easily open it?" The emperor looked at the prodigal son, with confusion in his eyes, but more importantly, a sense of strangeness.

That's right, the box that even numerous top alchemists couldn't open was just opened by our Thirteenth Young Master, and very easily, without any hindrance, even the time it took was too short for anyone to notice.

This shocked everyone, making them doubt whether they had seen wrong, doubting the undeniable truth before their eyes.

If it were other children, they might say he was a genius. However, the Thirteenth Young Master wasn't even as good as an average person, how could he be a genius?

"Perhaps he is an alchemy genius." Although they found it impossible, the alchemists still offered this possibility.

"Impossible, he hasn't learned alchemy. We wouldn't let him touch such dangerous things." Long Anqi directly denied this possibility. As a mother, she knew her son's situation, at least she knew this one thing.

"That's right, Young Master doesn't know alchemy. He hasn't even seen an alchemy book." Tiger Girl nodded beside her.

If Long Anqi's words weren't enough to convince people, then with Tiger Girl's words, there was no doubt. Everyone knew that Tiger Girl had been by the Thirteenth Young Master's side all these years, she knew best what he had done.

"Since he doesn't know alchemy, how can he open it? Is it another coincidence? This kid is truly favored by the Goddess of Fortune, it's incredible." The emperor and others started to discuss, they could only explain it with the Thirteenth Young Master's incredible luck.

At this time, the Seventh Princess asked: "Ye Lang, how did you open this box?"

This question from the Seventh Princess reminded everyone present, they were speculating while the person involved was right in front of them. Why not just ask?

However, they were worried about one thing. The person involved might not be able to explain this.

"How did I open it? I just opened it like this, what's so difficult about it." As expected, the Thirteenth Young Master's answer completely failed to explain anything.

"It seems it's just luck, this is unexplainable." Everyone thought with a bitter smile, when luck strikes, no problem can stand in its way.

But was it really just luck?

"I'm sure I've never seen these alchemy formations, but why do I feel familiar with them?" The prodigal son looked at the alchemy notebook, muttering to himself, then made a decision that stunned everyone.

"I want to learn alchemy, I want to read these books." He said, and then put the five alchemy notebooks into his space ring, the alchemists on the side couldn't stop him in time.

"This... Young Master Xiaoye, can you give us those five books? We have many other books here, we can exchange them." The alchemists said, taking out many books, all of them were their treasured alchemy books. They wouldn't even take them out in normal times, but now they were desperate.

After taking those books, Xiaoye said something that left everyone speechless.

"I want these books, but I'm not exchanging them."

"..."

The alchemists were heartbroken, looking at the emperor with pleading eyes. They only hoped that the emperor would step in and help, find a way to get those five alchemy notebooks back.

Actually, even if they didn't plead, the emperor would still find a way, because he knew that if these books were in the prodigal son's hands, they would be completely useless. Only if they were given to these royal alchemists could they be of help to the empire.

Finally, after some discussion, the Thirteenth Young Master handed over the alchemy notebooks, but only lent them for three days. During those three days, they could copy all the content of the notebooks.

Don't forget, the alchemy notebooks were just Ben's notes, not some high-level alchemy artifacts. As long as they copied the content, they would have a notebook with the same function.

This idea was actually proposed by our Thirteenth Young Master. Those people thought too complicated, they didn't think about this simple aspect, which made many people present ashamed.

Sometimes, the key to solving a problem is often very simple, but many people don't think about simple solutions, they only make things more complicated, and eventually, the problem becomes more and more troublesome.

"That Young Master Xiaoye, can you give us those books first? We'll copy them for you." The imperial royal alchemists asked timidly. Since there was a previous method, they naturally thought of this aspect.

It was truly a waste for this Xiaoye to have those rare books. If they could get them back, they would get them back. They didn't care about their faces at this moment, for the sake of their precious books, they were desperate.

"Okay." The Thirteenth Young Master agreed readily, but he added another sentence after his words: "You need to copy all your books for me."

"..."

Is this kid really as rumored, a mentally disabled idiot? I don't think so, he's more like a little fox. Is he pretending?

At this moment, many people were suspicious, but it was only for a moment. They didn't believe that someone could pretend like this, and they had been pretending since they were little.

In fact, the Thirteenth Young Master wasn't pretending. It was just that he seemed to be lacking something, making him weak in some aspects, but strong in others. For example, his memory issue before, and his alchemy which he was about to learn.

Perhaps there was also something else, his luck.