The most powerful wizard in the magic world

Gerling sat next to him, tapping his fingers on the table, as if thinking. The atmosphere between the two was so tense that it seemed to cut through the air.

"I understand your concerns, Romans." Gerling finally spoke, with a hint of impatience in his tone, "But I don't have time to think about your experiments, nor do I have time to prove your ability. What we are facing now is a choice between life and death."

Rommath raised his head, a look of despair in his eyes. "I do know some secret techniques, and I can make a powerful enough amulet to help you fight those pursuers. But the condition is -"

"What's the condition? Do you want me to believe you?" Gerling interrupted him, his voice rising eight degrees. "You can't stay in the center of this vortex for a moment. If you really have the ability, please speak directly! You know what I need now."

"I need you to trust me, Gerlin." Romans' voice lowered, as if it contained more emotions. "If I teach you this secret technique, the future adventures may change our destiny. It's not just about survival."

Gerlin frowned slightly, seeming a little hesitant about the future Romance mentioned. "You know, I never like to pin my hopes on the future, but to make choices in the present. Every decision can be fatal. But believe me, I am willing to learn the secret technique you mentioned."

Romans was shocked, but calmed down a little. He spoke slowly and carefully, "Goblin alchemy is not just about making amulets. It is the art of communicating with the elements of heaven and earth. Once you master this technique, you can use the power of nature to your advantage."

"That sounds a little bit extraordinary." Gellin's tone was still cautious, but his eyes were shining with thought. "Can you show me? I need to see the effect of this technique, not just listen to your description here."

"Of course." Romance felt a hint of encouragement. He walked to the table and quickly laid out the various materials. "I need some morning dew. It will help the materials blend better."

"Morning dew?" Gerlin frowned. "Can I find it now?"

"Perhaps." Romans thought for a moment. "We can go to the nearby lake to search under the cover of night."

"It's a reasonable plan." Gerling stood up, stretched his limbs, and said in a deep voice: "Let's go immediately. Time is running out, and we can't waste any minute."

The two left the basement quietly. The wind blew gently at night, and they were in a heavy mood. The moonlight shone through the leaves on their faces, reflecting a touch of coldness. The water surface by the lake sparkled, reflecting the brilliance of the stars.

"Come here, Romans." Gerling found a suitable position by the lake and ordered. "Tell me, what kind of plant do you need to find?"

Romans squatted down and began to carefully observe each plant in the grass. He whispered, "There should be a kind of grass here with long and thin leaves covered with transparent dew. It is a good opportunity to collect this dew in the morning."

Gerlin watched quietly from the side, waiting for his instructions. Although he still had doubts about Romans in his heart, he also knew that at this moment, nothing was more important than protecting himself and Romans.

"Got it!" Romance suddenly exclaimed, holding a long-lost grass in his hand, with the leaves gleaming with the luster of morning dew. "This is what I need, hurry up, get the bottle ready!"

Gerling quickly dug out a small glass bottle from his bag and handed it to Romans carefully, fearing that he would disturb everything by the lake. Romans gently placed the grass against the mouth of the bottle, tilted it, and poured out the morning dew.

"This morning dew will be the key to refining the amulet." Romans carefully mixed the grass with other materials, his eyes focused and determined. "Just wait a moment, it will work a miracle."

"Miracle?" Gerling asked softly, his eyes wandering over the water, trying to find some comfort in the silence. "Do you believe miracles really happen?"

"In this world, many things are far beyond our imagination." Romance responded with a smile, his eyes revealing a hint of persistence. "Doesn't every great alchemist believe in a possibility?"

"From an uncertain possibility." Gerling nodded heavily, with a variety of complex emotions intertwined in his heart. "But I am willing to try."

At this moment, Romans suddenly stopped moving, with a look of fear on his face. "No, we can't stay here any longer! They're coming!"

"Who's coming?" Gellin immediately alerted, stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, and looked around. In the distant woods, there were faint rustling footsteps and whispers.

"They are a group of hunters, looking for us!" Romance was so nervous that he could hardly breathe. "We must leave quickly, now!"

The two of them immediately forgot about alchemy and turned to run deeper into the forest. The tree roots under their feet tripped them up, and the branches and leaves pierced their cheeks, as if they were also trying to stop them from escaping. The sound in his ears gradually approached, and Gerling's heartbeat accelerated with the sense of urgency.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" Gerlin urged in a low voice, while vigilantly looking behind him. He could sense that the hunter group was approaching step by step, like a pack of wolves in the dark, their breath gradually approaching.

"Go left, through the bushes! There should be a small hill over there, run up!" Romans decisively pointed the direction and led Gerlin towards the hidden path. He knew that only by going deep into the forest could they find a safe space.

"I know you are good at this, but I can hardly catch up with you!" Gerlin breathed hard. The cold sweat on his forehead evaporated quickly in the night wind. He tried to maintain his courage.

"Don't give up! We can't be caught yet!" Romans waved his arms vigorously to encourage Gerling. "Please hold on. As long as we find a hidden place, I can show my skills."

Not far away, the shadows of the trees flickered, and Gerlin vaguely saw several figures searching, and followed their whereabouts closely. Hearing those low whispers, it was like thorns piercing his heart.