Almighty Alchemist

Regarding Xiu Yi's decision to return to Raven City, Lasseter did not object too much, but he said that he would go with Xiu Yi.

Although the tempers of the berserkers are bad, most of them are upright. From Lasseter's point of view, no matter what motive Xiuyi had, he saved him, so he should repay him. What's more, this is the Southern Continent, not his hometown, and he has nowhere to go in a foreign land.

In this way, the two people who met in adversity returned to Raven City again, but before that, Xiu Yi made some changes to the appearance of the two people, but Lasseter's super strong body could not be concealed.

In a way, without Lasseter, no one would have recognized Hugh if he wanted to. But with this guy, he was like a bright light in the dark night, not only illuminating himself, but also showing Xiu Yi by the way.

The most depressing thing is that Lasseter has no self-consciousness in this regard. In his opinion, what he does is to repay the favor, not to drag it down.

But Xiu Yi didn't care about it - from this point, it can also be seen why Xiu Yi has trouble wherever he goes. In many cases, it's not that he can't see the potential danger, but he doesn't care when he sees it.

The alchemy material market has clearly strengthened its defensive strength.

It seemed that although the people in the auction house didn't know who Xiu Yi was, they also guessed that he must be an alchemist. Only an alchemist would be interested in the fragmented pages of the notes, and only an alchemist could create a cloud bomb that even the warriors of the earth could not see through.

Under such circumstances, Xiu Yi strolled in the material market looking for all kinds of materials he needed, with an elegant and calm demeanor, as if he was strolling in his own garden. In contrast, Lasseter's expression is somewhat nervous, always looking around from time to time.

Relax, my friend. Huey whispered, The expression on your face is like stealing someone else's chicken. Even an idiot can feel your nervousness.

I'm never afraid of anyone! Lasseter clenched his big fist.

Not being afraid and not being nervous are two different concepts. Xiu Yi said lightly: I believe you are a brave warrior in battle, but that doesn't mean you have enough concentration. To some extent, you may not be afraid of fighting or death, but you are afraid of many other things.

Huey stopped and looked at Lasseter: So, you are not relaxed enough.

Lasseter stared at Xiu Yi in a daze. It was hard for him to imagine how a young man could say such straight-to-heart words? He had never heard anyone say that about him before.

The people in the village praised his bravery, and the slave owners who captured him boasted of his strength, but today, he was taught a lesson by a young man.

Huey said: Believe me, there is no need to be so nervous. Since you are not afraid of a possible fight, there is no need to worry about anything before the fight.

I just don't want to be discovered. Lasseter hummed.

I don't want to either, so we have to relax even more. Huey slapped his face: Don't make yourself like a rock, relax your joints, mind, don't look around, and focus on those materials.

I'm not an alchemist, I'm not interested in those things.

Then look at the beauties, there are many girls here to look at. Xiu Yi smiled.

That's a good idea. Lasseter scratched the back of his head and smiled.

Only then did Xiu Yi nodded in satisfaction, and turned around. He was about to continue purchasing materials, but he saw a familiar figure flashing in front of him.

Xiu Yi's body froze immediately.

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Ever since the man woke up, he has always sat motionless on the bow of the boat.

He could sit from sunrise to sunset without moving a finger.

When you ask him something, he just shakes his head and doesn't know; when you talk to him, he just looks at you with dull eyes;

He can sit quietly for a day, not eating or drinking, not speaking, no matter what you do, he will not respond.

Grandpa had used various words to remind this man more than once, hoping that he would get off the boat, but every time the response he got was that cold and hostile look.

After a few times, Grandpa dared not speak to that man again.

But Simone didn't care about this, she insisted that it was God's arrangement.

God's arrangement makes sense. Simone said to her grandfather.

My Simone, you are so innocent and kind. Grandpa would sigh like this whenever this happened.

Indeed, Simone is a very pure girl. She may not be too beautiful, but she always smiles and is full of hope and confidence in life.

In her eyes, it seems that only beautiful things can be seen.

For example, she said now: At least he is not a bad person, right? Bad people don't do that. Maybe he is very pitiful and has suffered a lot? The gods sent him to us, so that we can help him?

Grandpa sighed: How do you think you can help him? I think he is a fool, he can't even speak, holding his sword all day long, not allowing anyone to touch it, and ignoring anyone. Maybe in his eyes, only the sword is important, and the others are not important. I am very worried that one day he will go crazy and kill us.

No, I'm sure he won't, Grandpa. Simone said seriously. She pointed to her forehead: God said, we must learn to observe people with our heart. I can feel that his heart may have been covered with dust, but he still yearns for the light. I will help him, Grandpa, and let him return to the embrace of light.

Grandpa doesn't believe it, but Simone is determined to carry out her plan.

She wanted this lost lamb to return to the embrace of God.

From this day on, Simone talked to that enigmatic man every day.

Hey, hello, see you again.

The weather is nice today.

Look, we caught a big fish today! What a big one!

Why do you always like to sit here? I mean, you can consider changing your position, such as lying down?

Hee hee, stone man, don't you think smiling makes you cuter?

...

The girl is like this every day, sitting next to the man, talking to herself. The man ignored her, and she was not angry. Occasionally, the man would reply with a sentence, and Simone would be happy for a long time, and then shouted to her grandfather: Look, I let him talk to me again.

The man then continued to sit still.

Today Simone came to the man again.

Hey, I'm here to accompany you again. I know you may not care about me, but I still think you need help. Simone said to herself.

She didn't expect the man to pay attention to him, but at this moment the man suddenly said: I...don't...need...help.

Simone was slightly taken aback, and looked at the man, her rigid expression remained unchanged at that moment. So she said seriously: No, you need it. Look at you, you can't even speak well, stammering. I think this is because you talk too little. You should talk more in the future. Also, it is very rude to refuse people like you. You should learn to say thank you.

Simone stood in front of the man, opened and closed her red lips very seriously, and demonstrated: Follow me, say thank you...thank you!

The man gave her a cold look and turned his head away.

Simone stood there blankly. After a while, she forced a smile: Well, since you don't want to learn, I will teach you tomorrow. I believe you will learn it one day.

Simone walked to the cabin.

Suddenly, I felt a little sour in my heart, and a tear flowed down Simone's face.

Time, just like this day by day.

The man's habit of sitting on the bow of the boat has not changed, no matter it is windy or rainy.

Simone also must take some time to talk to the man every day.

Simone didn't mind the stony stubbornness of men. She is so naive, but also so stubborn and persistent. She insisted on talking with the man every day, no matter what words the man said to hurt her, or simply ignored him, she never gave up.

Whenever he saw such a scene, the grandfather would enter the cabin with a sigh, feeling sorry for his granddaughter.

Sometimes other boat owners would pass by here, and when they saw the man sitting on the bow, they would yell to Simone, Hey, Simone, who is that man? Is it your fiancé?

Simone's face would turn red, but she would puff out her chest proudly and say loudly, No, but he's my friend.

Finally, another boatman passed by. After seeing the man, he said loudly to Simone: Simone, why does your friend always sit there motionless?

Simone replied loudly: Because he likes it.

But he looks like an idiot!

Simone shouted in dissatisfaction: Don't talk nonsense, brother Shitou is not an idiot!

Stone? His name is Stone? Hahahaha! The boatman laughed wantonly.

Simone's little face turned blood red: You are not allowed to insult my friends, or I won't talk to you anymore!

The boatman laughed and left, and Simone sat on the bow of the boat angrily, without saying a word.

Why...why...help...me...speak? The man asked suddenly.

Simone was stunned, and she replied: No matter what you think, since I regard you as a friend, I should help you. And I know you are not an idiot, it's just...

She couldn't tell what it was because she didn't know anything about this man.

She didn't know who he was, where he came from, what he did.

She didn't even know his name.

This made her a little sad, so she couldn't continue.

Just... what? the man asked.

It's just...a little indifferent. Simone forced a smile.

The man looked at her smile, and suddenly said, You... today... your... smile... no... good... look.

Simone was stunned.

The man asked: Say...thank...thank...can...make...you...laugh...good...look...?

Simone nodded blankly.

So the man said, Then...well...thank you.

Simone was stunned for a while, then jumped up suddenly shouting: Grandpa, he said thank you! He said thank you to me! I said it would work! He is not born to be ruthless!

Simone hugged the man with a happy smile on her face.

The man thinks that smile is beautiful.

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