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"I am Arthur Field, the Lord of Blackrock, who comes from the territory bordering Windpull."
Guided by Lawson, the Thunder Badger Knight, I wish to complete a transaction with you.
Upon hearing Lawson's name, the white-robed youth opposite him couldn't help but abandon his languid expression:
"Hello! Young Lord Blackrock."
Mr. Lawson probably didn't mention my name.
"um, yes."
Arthur nodded.
In Lawson's instructions, he specifically told Arthur that he could not tell Arthur about the alchemist's appearance or name.
Because this is a kind of taboo that exists within that alchemist.
Therefore, until he met the young man in white robes in person, Arthur didn't actually know who he was looking for.
Back to the present.
The young man in white robes completely abandoned his previous pensive expression.
He bowed politely to Arthur, then straightened his back and began to speak:
"Then please allow me to give a brief self-introduction."
My name is Merlin, an ordinary alchemist who lives in seclusion in the gap between the mortal world and the underworld.
Welcome to my alchemy workshop.
Chapter 42 The First Transaction, Shadow Monster Information
After Merlin finished speaking, his gaze shifted to Nightshade, the black-haired horse Arthur had led to him:
"Your warhorse is of excellent quality; it's clear that the lord has put a lot of effort into training it."
His voice returned to its languid tone, as his gaze finally settled on the two bundles bound behind the Nightshade horse:
"The corpse of a third-tier wind-type magical beast?"
So you wanted me to help you refine the elemental essence of a third-tier wind-type magical beast.
After Merlin discerned Arthur's purpose, he turned and walked towards the three-story Gothic-style alchemy workshop not far away:
"Please forgive me if my words were offensive just now."
"Now, let's go to my alchemy workshop first, and then we can discuss this in more detail."
Upon hearing this, Gawain, who was behind Arthur, caught up and looked at Arthur, seeking his opinion with his eyes.
Before he knew it, Gawain had gotten used to following Arthur's instructions.
Arthur responded to him:
"Let's go, let's follow this alchemist."
Arthur regained his composure, took the lead of the dark-haired horse Nightshade, and followed Merlin's footsteps.
Throughout the journey, the white giant dog named Lulu beside Merlin was quite restless.
After receiving Merlin's tacit approval and eating the blood serpent fruit offered by Arthur, it seemed to develop a very high level of goodwill towards Arthur, the giver of the gift.
It left Merlin's side and began to circle around Arthur.
Lulu would occasionally blink her adorable big eyes, stick out her tongue, wag her tail, and approach the black-haired horse Night Shadow, who was a head shorter than her.
"Ang~"
At first, the hot-tempered Mo Bin Ma Ye Ying resisted a little, letting out a low neigh.
But after realizing that the monster meant no harm, it ignored it and continued walking with its head down.
"Lulu, don't provoke them, or you'll get bullied."
Merlin, who was walking at the front of the group, heard the neighing of the black-haired horse Nightshade, but he did not turn around to scare his own magical beast.
Upon hearing this, Arthur's face twitched slightly.
Because, based on Merlin's explanation of their opening of the barrier, he knew that the white-haired giant dog named Lulu was at least a third-tier magical beast.
On the other hand, their own warhorse was only a late-stage Tier 1 wind-type magical beast.
Among all types of magical beasts, wind-type beasts are generally considered to be among the weaker ones in terms of combat power.
Not to mention, it's the Black-haired Horse that sacrifices its strength to achieve exceptional speed.
Therefore, even from the perspective of size difference alone, Arthur did not believe that the Blackbeard Horse could "bully" this white giant dog with unknown attributes.
Thinking about it this way, it was probably just a polite remark.
But soon, Arthur's judgment was refuted by reality.
Look at Lulu, the giant white dog.
Upon hearing its owner's threat, its adorable big eyes instantly revealed a look of fear.
Immediately, it took off running away from the black-maned horse, its large, fluffy tail no longer swaying, but hanging limply.
"Woo~"
As Lulu returned to Merlin's side, she lowered her head and let out a low sob, as if to say:
"Master, don't scare me."
Seeing this, it seemed to genuinely fear that the black-haired horse night shadow, which was walking with its head down and was two realms lower than it, would "bully" it.
This world is truly full of wonders.
Seeing the giant beast so timid, Arthur sighed inwardly.
This little incident soon came to an end.
Arthur and Gawain followed Merlin to the three-story villa-style alchemy workshop in the Gothic architectural style.
Merlin walked to the front door and waved towards the doorknob.
next moment.
As a complex magic array appeared from the doorknob, the door opened.
Followed by.
A staff, as tall as Merlin and with an ancient design, flew out from inside the door.
A strong surge of magical energy and a staff?
Witnessing this scene, Arthur sensed an energy fluctuation in the surrounding airflow that was much more subtle than the power of waveguide.
From this, he deduced Merlin's other identity:
Unexpectedly, this alchemist was also a highly accomplished magician.
Magicians are another extraordinary profession that has a profound impact on the world order.
Unlike knights, the birth and future achievements of mages are almost predetermined, requiring extremely high levels of talent.
This is because a magician's achievements depend on the strength of the magical circuits within their body.
Magicians are further divided into those who are born with magic and those who have acquired it.
As the name suggests.
Innate magicians possess innate magical circuits within their bodies, which allows them to accumulate magical power that ordinary people cannot bear, and they have the talent to manipulate magical power to construct spells or imprints.
These magicians are extremely rare geniuses, one in a million.
However, initially, the magician community was limited by the scarcity of innate magic circuits, resulting in slow development.
Until a magic called Bloodline Imprint was invented, it broke the innate shackles of magicians' inheritance.
Bloodline imprinting magic is an imprinting magic developed by magic families to ensure the continuity of their lineage. It uses bloodline as a medium to inherit innate magic circuits.
First, the magic circuits are stripped from the body of a born magician, and then loaded into the offspring who do not have magic circuits.
From then on, the second type of magician was born: the acquired magician.
However, this kind of magic has very strict requirements regarding bloodline, requiring that the individuals be blood relatives within at least three generations.
Arthur learned from his butler Leon that among the surviving magic families in the Grey Kingdom, once they exceed three generations, there will generally be a break in the line of innate magicians. Therefore, they must rely on bloodline imprint magic to continue their family lineage.
Especially those magician families with a long and distinguished history, due to the use of bloodline imprint magic for several generations, have almost stopped producing innate magicians in their descendants.
This is unanimously believed by magicians to be a curse on future generations caused by the forced continuation of the bloodline imprint magic.
Thoughts turn.
He looked at Merlin.
He easily caught the flying staff, and after it landed, he stopped at the doorway, turning halfway to face Arthur and Gawain.
"Please come in, two guests who have come from afar."
Upon hearing this, Arthur first removed the bundle and baggage from the back of the black-haired horse, then led it to a nearby lake and temporarily settled it there.
Immediately afterwards, Arthur, carrying the package containing the corpse of a third-tier one-eyed wolf, entered Merlin's alchemy workshop with Gawain.
After entering, we arrived at the main hall.
The first thing that catches the eye is the compact layout on all four sides.
The transparent stained glass windows reflect the oil lamps hanging on the wall, casting a warm yellow light that creates a dignified and tranquil atmosphere in the main hall.
The brown floor, covered with wooden planks, groaned dully as they walked on it.
In this somewhat cramped space, rows of old-fashioned alchemical vials with labels were displayed.
They were displayed on seemingly flimsy wooden shelves, emitting a faint, eerie light that added a touch of mystery to the strange monster specimens hanging on the wall.
In the center of the main hall, there is also a counter.
Looking behind the counter, there were several red wooden chairs surrounding a sturdy round table.
Looking at the round table, there was a pile of all sorts of strange and wonderful alchemical tools.
Upon arriving at this place for the first time, Arthur and Gawain quickly noticed the fresh scent of wood and fragrant spices wafting through the air of the alchemy workshop's main hall.
This allowed them to relax their tense nerves and experience a long-lost sense of comfort and relaxation.
Merlin walked to the counter and stopped, then pointed to the guest table set up next to the counter:
"Please sit down, gentlemen. You can place your belongings on the table."
I asked the housekeeper to prepare some afternoon tea for the two of you.
Having said that, Merlin raised his staff, the tip of which gleamed.
Merlin used it as a brushstroke to draw a white circle in mid-air.
Then, Arthur felt magical fluctuations in the air again.
Immediately afterwards, Arthur watched as the round white circle flew to a corner of the main hall and into the body of a clay doll lying on the ground, unnoticed.
After the white circle disappeared into the clay doll, which was entirely black and the same height as an adult, the doll began to move.
It got up from the ground, scratched its head listlessly, and behaved much like a human being with flesh and blood. Its state was as dazed as if it had just woken up from a dream.
Then, the clay figure walked up to Merlin.
Seeing this, Arthur and Gawain realized that the clay figure was the butler Merlin had mentioned.
Immediately afterwards, Merlin raised his staff again and tapped the doll butler's forehead with the tip of the staff:
"Go to the storeroom and make some desserts and tea, then bring them to this guest table."
Upon receiving Merlin's instructions, the doll butler, no longer sluggish, nimbly left the main hall.
Having done that, Merlin turned around and looked at Arthur and Gawain, who were still standing there.
He spoke in his still languid tone:
"Please, gentlemen, do not stand on ceremony, please have a seat."
"Thank you for your trouble, Mr. Merlin."
Arthur agreed.