Chapter 2 The Alchemist (Part 1)

Dumb was stunned, and subconsciously raised his head. He saw the old man's wrinkled face again. The old man had no expression on his face and was staring at him, "What, what's the problem?"

     The old man frowned slightly, thinking, he turns out to be a silly boy, maybe a little silly, isn't it just right for him? "I asked you just now, have you never had enough to eat?"

     Dumb nodded. It seemed that the old man had no intention of hitting him. He couldn't help but become a little bolder and said: "Yes, yes, I know you must be very angry. If you don't hit me, can you?" Let me go." Although he failed to catch the fish this time, the day was long after all, and Ah-Dai felt that he still had a chance to complete the task. He would never be discouraged because of a failed fish catch. For the sake of his beloved steamed buns, he still You must continue to work hard and play your role well.

     The corner of the old man's mouth twitched slightly and said: "Have I ever said I won't beat you? You stole my purse. It seems to be a normal thing for me to beat you."

     Ah-Dai's face, which had just become a little more relaxed, fell down again. He resumed his position of holding his head with his hands, lowered his head and said, "Then, can you please stop hitting my hand?"

     The old man asked in surprise: "Why?"

     Duan whispered: "Because, because I still have to catch the fish. If my hand is broken, I won't be able to catch the fish. If I can't catch the fish, I won't have steamed buns to eat, and I will be beaten by Uncle Li."

     "Uncle Li holding the fish." The old man was just stunned for a moment before he understood what holding the fish meant and that Uncle Li was the head of the stupid little thief in front of him. There was a funny feeling in his heart. The thief was caught by the victim and actually asked him not to hit his hand. This silly boy in front of him was really stupid.

     "Hitting you is easy. With my status, even if I kill you, no one will bother me. Believe it or not."

     Dumb was stunned and said: "Kill me, kill me, and I will die. What does death feel like? Can you tell me first whether it will be very painful? After death, there will be no steamed buns to eat."

     The old man suddenly felt that his mood seemed to be much brighter after talking to this idiot. However, the old man could never have imagined that the thin boy in front of him who asked him what it would be like to die would, more than ten years later, become the all-powerful "God of Death" on the mainland and the person who brought death to others.

     "Do you want to eat enough?" The old man decided not to hang around with Dumb any longer and went directly to the topic.

     Speaking of eating, Ah-Dai immediately became energetic. The steamed bun he had eaten in the morning had long been digested by the cold weather. His stomach rumbled. He raised his head, looked at the old man eagerly and said, "I think I want to eat it the most." I'm full. How about you give me one of those purple coins, just one is enough." When he thought of the chicken legs, Ah-Dai's saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth.

     The old man said: "I won't give you money, but if you want to be full, come with me. I will make you full, and I won't beat you."

     Dumb's eyes lit up. He had just wanted to be taken away like a girl in the morning, and his wish came true. He asked carefully: "Really, can you really make me full?"

     The old man nodded and said: "You can make any other requests and I will try my best to satisfy you. However, you may not come back for a long time after leaving. You have to think clearly." He didn't want to do anything wrong. If a child goes back and cries with him every day, then he will be killed and he will come out to find another one.

     Dui shook his head and said: "I am willing to go with you, as long as you can feed me, I have no other requirements."

     The old man nodded with satisfaction and said, "You'll have to work if you follow me. Are you afraid of the hard work?"

     "What work are you doing?" Dumb murmured.

     The old man said: "It's better than you being a thief. At least I won't beat you, right? If you don't know how, I can teach you."

     Duan lowered his head and said: "But, but, I am very stupid. They all say I am stupid. Can I learn it?"

     The old man said impatiently: "I said you can learn it if you can. Come with me." After that, he turned and walked out of the alley.

     Ah-Dai responded and followed the old man out. After walking a few steps, the old man suddenly stopped. Ah-Dai didn't pay attention and bumped into the old man's back. "Ouch." Ah-Dai screamed in pain and covered his nose. , looked at the old man in confusion.

     The old man turned around and said, "What's your name?"

     Ah-Dai said: "My name is Ah-Dai."

     The old man said mockingly: "Ah-Dai really lives up to his name. Remember, my name is Coris, and I am an alchemist. From now on, you will be my apprentice."

     Ah-Dai nodded, afraid that he would forget, and kept saying: "Death in song, death in song,"

     The old man raised his voice and said: "My name is Coris, not a song. Please remember it clearly. You must call me teacher from now on."

     "Oh, oh, I understand, old teacher. But what does teacher mean?"

     Coris felt that he was really defeated by this little guy, and explained helplessly: "Teacher is the person who teaches you things." After that, he turned and walked out of the alley. Even the president of the Alchemist Guild would show respect when hearing the name Corris. After all, although he was moody and angry, he was always one of the few master-level alchemists.

     Dui suddenly thought of Uncle Li's behavior after the girl left yesterday, and hurriedly caught up with him and said: "Teacher, can you accompany me to tell Uncle Li that he has eaten steamed buns for me for so long? I want to leave, why can't I You have to say hello to him, otherwise, he will be angry."

     Coris thought for a moment, then nodded and said: "Okay, lead the way." Originally, he didn't need to go with Ah-Dai, but for his own plan, he had to make Ah-Dai follow him wholeheartedly, so he agreed to Ah-Dai's move. I couldn't be more stupid to suggest it.

     Ah-Dai led the way, twisting and turning, and took Coris to the south corner of the city, outside the shabby house where he had lived for more than a year. At this time, most of the children were sent out to work by Uncle Li, and there were no There was a noise. Corris frowned and said, "Is this right here?"

     Duan nodded, carefully pushed open the weak wooden door, and walked in first.

     Uncle Li was holding a wine can in the room and drinking a small drink. Since Ah-Dai became better and better at catching fish, his income has gradually increased. He no longer has to go out and work by himself. He is imagining how many more years he will have. In a few years, if you save more money, you can live a more comfortable life. You can even marry a woman and let yourself be a good man for a time without having to vent in that shabby brothel. He was daydreaming with his eyes closed in the alcohol, when the door suddenly opened, and Dumb's thin figure appeared in front of him.

     "Well, why did you come back so quickly and caught a few fish?"

     Dui said with some fear: "Uncle Li, I, I didn't catch the fish."

     As soon as he heard that Dui didn't get back the results, Uncle Li's voice suddenly became sharp, and his fierce eyes widened, "I didn't catch the fish. I didn't catch the fish. Why did you come back? Your skin is tight again, isn't it?"

     Duan's body trembled, and he said solemnly: "I, I came back to say goodbye to you."

     Uncle Li was startled and jumped out of the bed with a loud noise, "You want to leave and it took me so long to work for you. If you want to leave so much, your wings are stiff, right?" How could he be willing to leave this money-spinner of his own, a girl? He didn't feel bad about it. Even if he stayed, the one who couldn't bring the fish back would only waste food. Even if it was sold to a slave trader, he probably wouldn't be able to sell it for much money. But Ah-Dai is different. Almost half of his income now comes from Ah-Dai, and he will never let his cash cow leave. Uncle Li tried his best to control his voice as softly as possible, and said: "Are you hungry again? I'll give you another steamed bun to eat, and then you can catch the fish for me obediently, and don't have any evil thoughts, otherwise, huh Humph." He shook his fist and looked at Dumb threateningly.

     The long-term accumulation of power made Ah-Dai unconsciously want to retreat. It was also a good thing to eat one more steamed bun. He was hesitating and didn't know what to say, and Coris's voice rang out, "Otherwise, what can you do to him?" As footsteps sounded, the tall figure of Coris appeared next to Ah-Dai. Uncle Li looked so obscene and small in front of him.

     "You, who are you?" Uncle Li asked sternly.

     Coris said calmly: "You don't have to worry about who I am. Ah-Dai and I are here just to tell you that I will take him away. From now on, he will no longer be your thief."

     Uncle Li's heart felt a little cold. In front of this person whose face he couldn't see clearly, there seemed to be an invisible pressure that made him breathless. But after all, interests were the most important. He mustered up his courage and said, "No, you I can't take him away. No wonder he dared to leave me. It turns out he found a backstage. I'll beat you to death." As he said that, he punched Ah-Dai in the chest.

     Dui shrank subconsciously, waiting for the pain to come, but there was no movement for a long time. Dui opened his eyes and realized that Uncle Li's fist did not hit him, but stayed in mid-air. A skinny hand grabbed his wrist, and cold sweat was flowing down from Uncle Li's forehead. .

     "I said, he is my apprentice now, you have no right to hit him again." Coris pushed Uncle Li aside casually. He is not as fragile as an ordinary magician, although he does not have any martial arts skills. , but characters like Uncle Li haven't noticed yet.

     Uncle Li covered his wrist and cursed angrily: "You, you bastard, do you want to rob someone?"

     Coris sneered and said: "A scum like you should have been punished by the gods long ago. If you continue to pester me, I will send you to hell." As he said that, he stretched out the right hand that had just grabbed Uncle Li and said a few words Weird spells came vaguely from the cloak, and black flames suddenly appeared in the palm of Coris. The flames shone with a strange brilliance. Coris waved his hand casually, and the black flames turned into a line of fire and fell on the only person in the room. three legs on wooden table. There was no sound, no sign of burning, the wooden table just disappeared out of thin air, not even a drop of ashes was left, and only a trace of unpleasant smell remained in the air.

     Dumb and Uncle Li were both stunned. Dumb said: "Teacher, are you doing magic? Why is there no table?"

     Coris glanced at him and said: "This is not magic, it's called magic." If any intermediate or above magician saw what just happened, they would be surprised to find that the flames used by Coris were dark magic and magic. Fusion magic that combines fire magic.

     Uncle Li's teeth kept clashing up and down, "You, you, you are a magician. Mr. Magician, don't, don't kill me." He knew very well that for a little person like himself, if the person in front of him wanted to Killing yourself is as easy as killing an ant. No one cares about the life or death of a thief. What's more, except for the Holy See and the Solo Federation, no matter which country the magician is in, as long as the person he kills is not a noble, he has a certain right to pardon. No one wants to offend them.

     Coris turned to Dumb and said, "I've already told you, let's go."

     Dumb looked at Uncle Li, who sat there with a pale face and said nothing. After all, life seemed to be more important than money.