Chapter 11: Relics Everything went smoothly on the way back.
During this period, I also met several teenagers from Dent City who also participated in the trial.
However, Zhao Yannian and Luna have hardly crossed paths with these peers.
So I didn't even need to nod my head, and I just glanced at it and flashed people.
Because it is already unlikely that there will be a battle on the return trip.
Therefore, Zhao Yannian relied on the magic potion on the return trip to maintain the light spirit blessing on the two of them.
Hardly stopping all the way back to the hunter's camp, he drove the alchemy motorcycle back to the Magic Tower at three o'clock in the afternoon.
After Zhao Yannian washed up briefly, he took the arrow pine pine cone and walked towards the city on foot.
They traveled a distance of more than 400 kilometers in two days, and they also made up a half-ton monkey and a warrior, and by the way, they also carried out a corpse extermination.
Although his physical fitness was far better than in his previous life, Zhao Yannian still felt deeply tired.
Zhao Yannian, who is physically and mentally tired, just wants to sleep well now.
So after coming to the small town square, he directly handed in the task, and after refusing the invitation to the party of the city lord of Dante under the pretext of being unwell, he said hello to the old magician who had been in the square for the past two days and returned to his cabin.
Luna was sitting at the wooden table waiting for Zhao Yannian, after washing, Luna was only wearing a single dress, the untied top exposed the white and red skin at the collarbone, and there was still steaming food on the table, but the girl had no appetite, grabbing the wooden fork and poking it in her soup plate.
Zhao Yannian sat down opposite Luna, and swept more than half of the food into his stomach with three times and five divided by two.
He picked Luna up and lay her down on the bed.
There was no collision of passions, no sweet words, and the two of them hugged each other and fell asleep deeply.
At eight o'clock the next morning, Zhao Yannian and Luna woke up almost at the same time.
Zhao Yannian and Luna, who had recovered their spirits, made a fuss in bed for a while.
I got up and washed.
Aunt Emma, when she saw the two of them getting up, served the breakfast that had already been prepared, and told the old magician Zhao Yannian to tell him to go to the Mage Tower to meet him.
Zhao Yannian answered vaguely with a mouth full of food, and continued to fight with Luna for appetite.
Full of wine and food, Zhao Yannian, who was struggling and grinding, came to the door of the magic tower at 10 o'clock.
Although Zhao Yannian would not have any resentment towards the old magician who took care of him growing up, he still had to express his dissatisfaction with being rectified when he was late.
Coming upstairs, the surprisingly old magician was not in the laboratory.
Rather, it is in the living room on the seventh floor of the Magic Tower.
Speaking of which, it was the first time for Zhao Yannian to enter the old magician's living room, and in this unexpectedly neat and simple living room, a metal puppet dressed in maid costume sat on a wooden chair by the window.
Under the mild autumn sun.
The mechanical face was obviously full of edges and corners, but it made Zhao Yannian feel gentle.
"It's her!"
Zhao Yannian still remembers the scene when he was carried and ran by this alchemy puppet.
After all, this was the first being he saw when he came to this world.
"Blake, do you remember how your parents died?"
The old magician said to Zhao Yannian in an exclamatory tone.
"I remember that they died while stopping the demons from killing civilians."
"Your parents are my best disciples.
This alchemy doll was made by your father, who was also destroyed by the demon to protect you.
In the past sixteen years, I have thought of your parents every time I see her.
So I've rarely been back in this room over the years.
But now you're an adult.
I can leave her to you with confidence. ” After saying this, the old magician took out a somewhat old notebook from the bookshelf and pushed it to Zhao Yannian along with a heraldic ring with a unicorn pattern.
"I know you've always wanted to go outside, and you're an adult, so I'm not going to stop you.
However, since you have a talent for alchemy, I think you should properly inherit the alchemy knowledge passed down from your father's family.
And this heraldic ring is a space ring that your mother brought out when she ran away from home.
But I advise you to hide this ring well.
Your mother's family is not a good place to get along with.
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If it weren't for this, I wouldn't have forced a good little girl to run away from home......"
Zhao Yannian silently glanced at the old magician who was a little immersed in the past. turned his gaze to the alchemy notes left by the cheap dad he had never even met in his life.
The old crusty cover has been polished to a black finish. opened the note, and a motto on the title page attracted Zhao Yannian's attention.
My soul never stops exploring.
—Sean Rodnick.
In a moment, Zhao Yannian was immersed in the alchemy knowledge brought by this notebook.
Although there is a bit of escapism from the atmosphere of the scene, Zhao Yannian is really interested in the various knowledge in this notebook.
Especially the production of alchemy dolls.
Zhao Yannian now knows that the alchemy doll that once saved his life has its own soul.
Although artificial souls are poorly constructed and suffer from mental inadequacy and unresponsiveness, alchemists can create souls, which are supposed to be touchable by gods.
Zhao Yannian felt quite surprised and admired.
And it is completely different from the structural design of the machinery of the previous life.
There is no power output, and you can only make movements by relying on the refining array on the joints.
Relying on the perception of sight, hearing, touch and other senses provided by the artificial soul by refining the array.
These all deeply attracted Zhao Yannian to find out.
When he came to his senses, the old magician was gone.
Zhao Yannian didn't say a word, and hugged the alchemy doll in the same way that he hugged himself back then.
"I'm here to save you this time!"
Bringing the doll back to the basement, Zhao Yannian first made a stand out of metal and took off the doll's maid costume.
See the huge wound on the metal doll's back that was melted by the heat, and the purple hedron full of cracks.
Zhao Yannian couldn't help but sigh a little that his luck was really good back then.
The things recorded on Cheap Daddy's alchemy notes are rather messy.
Apparently not written by a single person, this notebook is supposed to be an experimental record, and it is not easy to restore the alchemy puppet through this notebook.
Therefore, the first step for Zhao Yannian to do is to thoroughly classify and sort out the knowledge in this notebook.
For the next few days, Zhao Yannian locked himself in the basement.
Every day when Luna came to deliver food, she would find Zhao Yannian lying in a pile of papers full of various formulas, and Zhao Yannian's behavior was normal at the beginning.
However, as more and more papers full of formulas appeared on the walls, Zhao Yannian's expression became more and more confused day by day.
One day half a month later, Zhao Yannian put all the paper into a cloth bag.
I carried it to the jungle on the back slope.
One shot took out a passing rabbit, disemboweled, bled out, and began a wild barbecue with the burning flames of paper.
After a big meal, Zhao Yannian looked at the ashes and was stunned.
His cheap father is obviously not an ordinary person, at least starting from his ancestor named Sein, Rodnik, a family that has never had any pen and ink in the history of the kingdom, is by no means ordinary.
Because Zhao Yannian found that the production method of the artificial soul left by Sean Rodnik had an ulterior purpose at all, this refining array was not used to create artificial souls, although a small part of the refining array would indeed generate a soul crystal that had a soul connection with the maker and could be rewritten like a computer, but most of the power generated by this refining array would directly act on the user's soul.
And his cheap dad still wrote at the end of his alchemy notes in the code language commonly used by modern alchemists that human power comes from the soul.
In the alchemy notes, the ancestors of the Rodnik family used various code words and metaphors to leave obscure messages, all of which were related to the soul and this mysterious refining array.
Zhao Yannian could easily deduce that almost all the ancestors had used this soul refining array left by Sean Rodnik.
And get some kind of great benefit about the soul from it.
This benefit is even greater than all the forces in the world.
Of course, Zhao Yannian didn't really believe that any power could be incomparably powerful.
At least his cheap dad hasn't even been able to beat a medium-sized devil equivalent to a great magician.
"But who can doubt the power that parents leave for their children."
Zhao Yannian, who had made a choice, got up and walked towards the magic tower.