Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

Although I may be tired of life myself, but no matter what, I don't expect to be sent away by you, isn't it...

"...Huff...Huff...You..."

Nicole May was still panting heavily, but the turmoil in her heart had been forcibly calmed down by Wang Xuebin.

Looking up at Wang Xuebin who wanted to step forward to help, but never dared to do it lightly, for fear of hurting himself and being accidentally raped, he shook his head slightly and said softly:

"...Have you really never studied alchemy? In various senses, even alchemy in China or Egypt is fine!"

"It's not that I haven't touched it at all..."

Watching Nicole May stand up straight gradually, Wang Xuebin's heart relaxed. Hearing the old man's doubts, he breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head slightly and said:

"...I was once lucky enough to get a magic note from a great magician, and from that note, I did learn something about alchemy!

However, the content of alchemy in the notes is only a general introduction, and the book mainly records the magic of the magician.

The part involving alchemy is also because the magician organically combined some techniques in alchemy with magic, and there is no other content.

The activation technique I just used is the core magic among them! "

While Wang Xuebin was talking, he demonstrated that one after another flames ignited out of thin air, forming a phoenix shape in the air, circling and circling, exuding bursts of frightening heat.

The phoenix flew higher and higher, and also became bigger and bigger. It slowly rose into the sky, and it had a huge body more than a hundred meters long.

The phoenix formed by the flames is so vivid that even a few cilia on a tail feather can be clearly distinguished, wandering comfortably in the sea of ​​air, and occasionally fluttering its feathers.

At this time, Nicole May couldn't help but think of Dumbledore's little one. Looking at the phoenix in front of him, and thinking about Dumbledore's family, they are just like the malnourished dwarf son and giant father, they are completely different. !

"Look, this is the fusion of the activation technique and the flame spell. I don't need to control it too much. As long as I move my mind, it can intelligently complete the task I assigned..."

"...Merlin's beard..."

Looking at the large phoenix in the sky, Nicolas May couldn't help but a hint of fascination flashed in his eyes.

He could tell that the soaring phoenix already had spirituality, and if it existed long enough, it might also become a creature of the magic world...

This miraculous magic has touched the end of alchemy and the threshold of life creation. If he is a hundred years younger, he will learn this magical magic no matter what the price is. Got it!

Unfortunately, he is old...

I really don't know if it's his luck or his misfortune. At the weakest age, he met his most desired goal.

If Wang Xuebin met Nicolas May more than 200 years ago, maybe...Nicole May's grave has already run the subway...

"...Are you really interested in the Philosopher's Stone?"

The students and professors in the distance stopped and looked up at the vision in the sky, so shocked that they couldn't control themselves.

Here, Nicole May straightened up hard, looked at Wang Xuebin in front of him seriously, and asked in a deep voice:

"Even... now there are almost no objective conditions for making the Philosopher's Stone. It is very likely that you have spent countless hours, but you don't even have the raw materials to make the Philosopher's Stone. Are you willing to learn?"

Hearing this, Wang Xuebin nodded without hesitation, turned his head to look at the serious Nicole May, and replied solemnly:

"I do!

Having the ability not to use it is not the same thing as not having the ability!

I'd rather never have the ingredients to make the Philosopher's Stone, than find out that I can't do anything about it after I have!

I want to learn, no matter what the conditions are, it can be exchanged for magic knowledge, or anything else, as long as you can name it, as long as I can do it! "

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Nicole May nodded slowly, staring at Wang Xuebin with a pair of cloudy eyes, and said in a concentrated voice:

"...that's good... I'll teach you... I'll give you the most proud masterpiece of my life... the end point that alchemists dream of...

I don't want any conditions, I just want you to promise..."

"You say!"

"I want you to never stop your pursuit of alchemy, until one day, you can use alchemy to rob God's authority and create real life!

I only have this one condition...you...will you agree..."

"...I swear, until I create real life, I will never stop exploring alchemy. If I break my oath, I will lose everything I own, including my life!"

The flames in the sky gradually dissipated, and bursts of residual heat were still radiating in the air.

Nicole May looked at Wang Xuebin with firm eyes, sighed softly, turned around his old body, and said in an inaudible voice while pacing:

"...then come with me..."

Chapter 497

Beauxbaton College is a college that attaches great importance to alchemy. As soon as the young wizards enter the school, they start to teach the basics of alchemy.

Ancient runes, Latin, cuneiform, Egyptian hieroglyphs, Chinese oracle bone inscriptions, tadpole script...

A series of boring tomes taught young wizards what alchemy is, and these tomes will always accompany them in their future study career.

Recognition, comprehension, reading and writing, such training runs through the long learning career of Beauxbaton students.

After graduation, even if these students do not make a living from it, the foundation laid by Beauxbatons can still benefit them for life...

Anyway, according to what Wang Xuebin heard, even some companies in the British wizarding world or the secretarial work of government departments are particularly fond of students who graduated from Beauxbatons.

Not to mention anything else, just say that student Beauxbaton's elegant handwriting is much better than Hogwarts cats and dogs...

In an unmanned alchemy laboratory, the walls, floor, and even the ceiling are densely packed with ancient runes written in hand.

According to Ms. Maxim's introduction, Beauxbaton has more than 200 such alchemy laboratories, each of which has the same configuration, allowing students to verify their ideas through experiments.

For such an arrangement, Wang Xuebin also had to say admiration!

Just because every rune in the room is written with softened gold as ink.

Moreover, such runes cannot be preserved permanently, and must be repaired and replaced every once in a while.

The people who are responsible for repairing and replacing are those students who are excellent in the magic text course.

One is to save the work of the professors, and the other is to train the students to master the writing of runes. It is the best of both worlds, but it is a bit expensive...

For the future of the students, Beauxbaton, as one of the three major magic schools in Europe, does have some skills to be able to spend such a great deal of money!

"...Come on, come in..."

Nicole May leaned sideways and pushed open the door of the laboratory with his shoulders. While squeezing in with difficulty, he still did not forget to turn his head to greet Wang Xuebin.

There is no way, the longevity potion refined by the magic stone can indeed guarantee people's immortality, but immortality does not mean immortality by any means!

Nicolas May's soul is still strong, but his body is already decayed to the extreme...

Osteoporosis, heart beating disorder and weakness, muscle atrophy and degeneration all over the body, gastrointestinal function decline...

Now he does not dare to push the door with his arms, because the bones will be shattered and fractured, and he dare not take a big bite, because the teeth will be broken

I can only swallow liquid food, because my stomach can't digest it, and I dare not use my eyes to stare at strong light, because my pupils have lost the ability to contract...

It can be said that Nicolas May is now a living skeleton, and his soul maintains all his vitality, allowing him to linger in the world, but there is no quality of life at all.

I can't blame Nicolas May for being able to welcome death with a positive attitude. For him, death is not a kind of relief?

"...The Philosopher's Stone, or Philosopher's Stone..."

The two entered the laboratory one after the other. Nicolas took out his wand, and with a light wave, an old and unbreakable tome covered with sheepskin flew out from a side cabinet. .

"...that was when I was...about 30 years old, and by chance, I succeeded in refining..."

As Nicole May said, he placed the books floating in the air on a table not far away, gently pulled Wang Xuebin's wrist, and came to the table.

"...Europe at that time...was facing a disaster like never before...the Black Death...horrible...people were dying every day...Paris would die too...but compared to other places , we live in a better place..."

Nicole May let go of Wang Xuebin's wrist, and gently stroked the book on the table without a word or symbol on the cover, as if stroking an old friend from the past, his eyes full of nostalgia and lingering fear .

"...At the age of 30, I am already a well-known alchemist, and Peverel is the daughter of a big merchant family. I don't have to worry about my livelihood and live a happy life..."

While talking, Nicole May gently opened the thick book. As soon as he opened the first page, the golden runes in the alchemy laboratory immediately shone and vibrated, as if warning something.

But Nicolas didn't care at all, and continued to turn pages slowly.

"...But...the lips are rotten, how long will the teeth remain intact?

Under the harsh environment, Paris finally fell...

It was an evening... people were crazy, crazy burning, killing, looting, crazy trying to escape from here, although no one knew where it was safe..."

Nicole May said, with a look of fear on his face, Wang Xuebin could see that that kind of experience had left him with a lot of psychological shadow, and he couldn't get rid of it until now.

"...crazy flames, burning to our home, they rushed into our home, frantically snatching everything that can be seen...

I'm scared... I have magic... but I can't protect anything but Peverel... So... our home is ruined...

I took Peverel, and the book I always carried with me, and I slayed through the maddened crowd...  

I don't know how many people I killed...I only know that when Peverel and I rushed to safety...me and her were already covered in blood..."

Speaking of this, Nicolas May's eye circles turned red, it was not bloody and harsh, but a sincere confession.

Perhaps, he is repenting for the bloody crime he is about to commit...

"...Peverel and I had nowhere to go...I was an orphan and Peverel's family didn't escape the turmoil...

In desperation, I could only lead Peverell back to Beauxbaton College where we were studying at the beginning.

Not for anything else, just to see if I can pray to Principal Audrey at the time to pray for a safe place..."

As Nicolas said, hot tears welled up in his eyes, he sniffed, swallowed his saliva forcefully, took a deep breath, and continued:

"...Lucky, really lucky...the kind principal Audrey took us in...without the slightest hesitation...

Not only that, but she is willing to provide me and Peverel with a decent job...for me...the job is easy...alchemy assistant...really easy

Thinking about it now...Principal Audrey should have seen the hatred in my heart at that time...let me serve as a teaching assistant...but I hope to use the children's innocence...to redeem my heart ...

...but...I was not reconciled at that time...I couldn't let it go...I cursed the thugs...the thugs who destroyed my home and Peverel's house they...

So...one night...I left Peverell alone, and left Beauxbaton College alone...and embarked on a journey of revenge...

It was a journey... full of blood and death..."

Chapter 498 Lemay's Past - The Origin of the Philosopher's Stone

In the silent alchemy laboratory, Wang Xuebin sat cross-legged on the ground, frowning slightly, listening quietly to the heavy breathing curled up in the corner of the wall.

It can be heard that the owner of the breathing sound is turbulent inside, very restless, those somewhat hollow light gray eyes are completely immersed in the memories of the past.

Perhaps for the owner of the breathing sound, 600 years is just a blink of an eye. Everything he has experienced seems to happen yesterday, which is still fresh in his memory.

"Whoo~"

Finally, Nicole May, who had been silent for a long time, exhaled a long breath, slowly raised his head, glanced at the young man who was listening patiently, sighed softly, and continued to talk.

"...revenge, the only thing on my mind at that time was revenge!

Everything I owned was destroyed by the thugs. My family, wealth, relatives, and everything were all destroyed in that turmoil...

At that time, I thought that I had nothing left, and revenge was the only meaning of my life..."

Nicole May pursed her lips, raised her head and glanced at Wang Xuebin again, revealing a hint of self-mockery, shook her head and said:

"I was so focused on revenge that I didn't pay attention to anything. Even Peverel and Principal Audrey, who stood on the terrace and watched my leaving back the night I left secretly, didn't notice...

It was only after Peverel told me that I realized that I didn't have nothing at that time, but the most precious treasure I had was completely ignored because of my habit...

Oh, thank you! "

Nicole May took the black tea handed over by Wang Xuebin, nodded and thanked him softly, took a sip, moistened his throat, exhaled lightly, and then opened his mouth to continue talking.

But he opened his mouth, and the whole person froze there for a while, then raised his head and looked at Wang Xuebin in a daze, and asked softly:

"...I... Where did I go?"

Hearing this, Wang Xuebin almost choked out a sip of tea, and quickly put down the black tea he just brewed in his hand, coughing, and said:

"...cough...the Philosopher's Stone...revenge...cough cough...cough..."

"Oh... yes yes yes..."

Hearing Wang Xuebin's reminder, Nicole May immediately remembered the topic of the exchange, tapped his forehead lightly, shook his head and sighed:

"I'm sorry...my concentration is becoming more and more easily distracted. To tell you the truth, now I spend more than half of my time every day recalling my past...

It was not a good memory…”

"The Black Death...it was a terrible disaster...

Neither wizards nor Muggles can do anything about it...