Royal Alchemist

"I want to change to the smelting department."

At the family dinner of the Zhuo family, 20-year-old Zhuo Fan said this in front of all family members.

The Zhuo family is a family of alchemists in the Solomon Empire, and there has never been a smelting alchemist. This young man who is considered by his family to be the most talented young man actually said that he would give up refining medicine and change to smelting.

Zhuo Fan's father, Zhuo Ping, looked at his son in surprise, and nervously glanced at the old man sitting at the most honored end of the long table—Zhuo Fan's grandfather, Zhuo Chang.Zhuo Chang was a thin but hale and hearty old man. Although the Zhuo family was not as powerful as the Clark family, which was also a family of pharmacists, Zhuo Chang was the oldest surviving pharmacist in the Solomon Empire.At this moment, he didn't seem to hear his grandson's words at all, and he was still concentrating on eating with a blank expression on his face.

"Xiaofan, our family has been alchemists for generations, and we are proud of alchemy." Father said.

"I know, but I think I have more talent in smelting. Even if our family is all pharmacists, it doesn't mean that I have to be a pharmacist. Smelting and refining medicine have always been equal in the field of alchemy."

"You have completed four years of pharmacy courses at the Royal Military Academy. Now you say that your talent is in smelting, which is a joke!" Father said mercilessly, "You also know that your family has high hopes for you, This request of yours disappoints me!"

Zhuo Fan was silent but lowered his head stubbornly.That's right, he studied medicine in the Royal Military Academy for four years. The beginner alchemist is close to the middle level. The teacher likes this gentle and smart student, and the medicine refining resources in the family are also allowed to learn and use, but he always I feel that if I continue on the road of refining medicine, I will eventually become a high-level alchemist and a high-level human-shaped potion production machine.He has been in contact with smelting since the second grade. Although there are not many resources, he finds that he is extremely interested in it, and his liking is even far more than the alchemy that he learned since he was a child.

Although he didn't dare to go against his family's wishes and transfer to the smelting department during school, he didn't want to spend his life in such a mediocre way, so he finally mustered up the courage to be true to his heart and walk the path he really wanted to take.

"No! I will never allow it!" Zhuo Ping said sternly, "Zhuo Fan, don't think I don't know what you are thinking. Look at me and promise me that you will not change to smelting or give up refining medicine! "

Zhuo Fan raised his head, gently but firmly: "I can't do it, Dad."

"you……"

Snapped!

The bowls and chopsticks made a crisp sound when they hit the table. Although it was not loud, it was enough to make everyone quiet.Although Zhuo Chang was old, his temper was still very hot, and everyone in the family was afraid of this thin patriarch.

The old man glanced at Zhuo Fan ferociously. Zhuo Fan felt as if he had been scratched by a knife, but he still straightened his back.

"You want to build a fighter plane?" The old man tilted his head.

"Yes, Grandpa."

"Huh, I have a lot of appetite. I don't even know how to refine metals, so I want to build fighters." The old man sneered.

Zhuo Fan didn't say a word, he didn't dare to say that he had secretly finished the compulsory elective courses of the smelting department, and he was confident that his understanding of fighter jets was no less than that of any smelting department student.

The old man wiped his mouth and threw his handkerchief on the table: "You should understand that if you go to learn smelting, the family will not give you any help."

"I see."

The old man squinted: "So you also insist on reforming and smelting?"

"Yes, I've made up my mind." Zhuo Fan seemed docile, but was actually more stubborn than anyone else.

The old man snorted a few more times with a half-smile, stared at Zhuo Fan fiercely, and summoned his servants to whisper a few words.The servant quickly brought something, the old man grabbed it casually from the servant's hand, and threw it fiercely in front of Zhuo Fan: "This is counted as my sponsorship for you, let me have a look at building a fighter in three months, if you do it If you don’t, get out and get back to refining medicine obediently!”

What Zhuo Chang threw was an old and rusty wrench, and the heavy piece of metal knocked over the bowl in front of Zhuo Fan, spilling soup all over the table.

No matter how smart Zhuo Fan was, he was just a junior alchemist, and he had never heard of a junior alchemist who could manufacture fighters independently.And can it be built first? The refining of fighter jets requires a lot of raw materials. The Zhuo family doesn't provide anything. With Zhuo Fan's pocket money, how can they afford the raw materials?

The whole family looked at Zhuo Fan sympathetically, but Zhuo Fan just put away the wrench silently.

"Continue to eat!" The old man glanced at Zhuo Fan and said.

Zhuo Fan held the wrench and thought for three days.But what he was thinking about was not whether to persist in smelting, but how to complete the impossible test of his grandfather. He even thought about borrowing money from his friends to purchase raw materials, but this was invincible, but even if there were enough raw materials However, it is also very difficult for him to complete the refinement of the entire fighter plane within three months.

The wrench that Zhuo Chang gave him was really old, and I don't know when it was produced, and no one uses it now.But why would grandpa give himself a rusty and useless wrench?Just to laugh at my own naivety?Zhuo Fan felt that Grandpa would not be so boring.

Zhuo Fan carefully washed off the rust on the wrench, because it contained alchemy ingredients, in order not to damage the wrench components, Zhuo Fan carefully controlled the technique and finally wiped off the rust, and then applied a layer of protective oil.

The old-looking wrench has a new look. Although it is still unusable, it has to be admitted that it is a piece of high-quality metal.

Zhuo Fan suddenly thought that an old wrench can be made new, why not a fighter jet?

So the next day, he set off for an abandoned fighter jet disposal site closest to Imperial Capital.

Even abandoned fighter planes can be touched by anyone. With his background, Zhuo Fan quickly obtained the right to enter, exit and disassemble the disposal site.In order to facilitate his work, he simply packed a backpack and headed to the disposal site.

Although the processing field is large, it relies on robots, and there is only one old man who is too old to walk to take care of it.The whole planet is full of discarded parts, and all legions throw here the parts that can't be broken any more. It's dirty, messy and clueless. It's a complete garbage dump.

Zhuo Fan lived a good life since he was a child, and he couldn't imagine how the old man could live in such a dirty and messy environment for so long.

Zhuo Fan, who is a bit tidier, couldn't stand it on the first day. He spent a day rewriting the parts classification system of the processing plant. All the robots reorganized and sorted the discarded parts day and night, and changed two robots into cleaning robots. , cleaned the inside and outside of the residence, and then changed it into a comprehensive housekeeping robot, which takes care of the basic daily life of the two.

After working for a week, Zhuo Fan and the old guard finally had a hot meal. The old man said with emotion: "Master Zhuo is really a gentle person."

The old man is a commoner, at first he was apprehensive about Zhuo Fan's arrival, he was afraid that a hard-to-serve young master would cause trouble, but he didn't expect that Zhuo Fan not only didn't bother him, but also managed the garbage dump in an orderly manner, so the old man quickly fell in love with this A young nobleman.

"Don't call me young master, just call me Zhuo Fan. I installed the latest good housekeeper system for the robot, which is very convenient to operate, and you don't have to do it yourself in the future." Zhuo Fan made a pot of tea and patiently taught the old man to be blind How the old caretaker used the robot.

So Zhuo Fan just stayed here and concentrated on researching the waste utilization of fighter parts.

The use of discarded parts to manufacture fighters saves the refining of raw materials, but the transformation, selection, and repair of parts are extremely demanding. It can be said that in addition to saving money, the professional requirements for mechanics are even higher.

But Zhuo Fan made up his mind, this is not only a test for him by his grandfather and his family, but also a test for himself.

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A month has passed, and Zhuo Fan's fighter plane has begun to take shape.He rummaged through the garbage dump every day to find suitable parts. The originally fair person was tanned and thin, and his hands were full of blood blisters from grinding.

He was repairing a part that day, and the alchemy circle was activated, filling the room with radiance and beauty.

He was concentrating on it, the energy was running to the extreme, and the damaged parts were slowly being repaired, and it was about to be completed, when suddenly the alarm system of the garbage dump beeped.

As soon as Zhuo Fan was distracted, all previous efforts were wasted, the part he finally found was destroyed into a piece of scrap metal, and the broken soot sprayed his face.

Under normal circumstances, the military will send a batch of waste every other month, but each legion will occasionally send it by themselves. Today is not a fixed date every month, so it must be someone from a certain legion.If you follow the system instructions, you can complete the garbage storage by yourself. Now that the alarm is sounding, someone must have violated the regulations.

Zhuo Fan threw away the wasted parts distressedly, ignoring his own image, and rushed to see what happened.

As soon as he ran out of the building, Zhuo Fan saw a tall and strong man jumping around in the garbage dump, avoiding the attack of the guard robots.

The man reacted quickly, and he was very skillful in dodging, but the crux of the problem was that he was wearing a slim tuxedo, his limbs were tightly bound, and he couldn't move them at all, as stiff as a puppet.

As soon as the man saw Zhuo Fan, he waved and shouted: "Hey! Are you an administrator? Tell these damned robots to stop!"

Zhuo Fan waited and watched: "Who are you! You are trespassing on the military base!"

The man's mouth opened and closed, and he didn't know what swear words he was swearing: "What kind of military base is the fucking garbage dump? I still need to trespass on the military base? Stop now! I order you!"

Zhuo Fan was still angry at the interruption of refining, seeing his attitude, his anger revived.Generally, the lieutenant is the one who comes to deliver the discarded parts, Zhuo Fan naturally thought: who is this?The official is not arrogant, trespassing on the processing site, dare to order me?

Seeing that Zhuo Fan did not respond, the man became even more anxious. His leather shoes were cut by the raised metal, and his shiny tuxedo was covered with dust and oil stains. He jumped up and down angrily: "What are you doing waiting , Hurry up and turn off the robot! If you don’t turn it off, I’m going to attack!"

"This is military property! If you break it, I will send you to a military court!"

Yuan Tian's heart was beeping like a dog. He is a dignified lieutenant general of the empire and the commander of the main division of the Glory Legion.

He rushed back from the base to attend a friend's engagement dinner, but the quartermaster knew that he was going back to the Imperial Capital, so he hurriedly said to save some energy and send a bunch of waste parts to the garbage dump. If you want to be on your way anyway, do me a favor, and the quartermaster has repeatedly assured me that it's very easy, just throw it in the dump.

He never expected to be played like a monkey by a trash boy whose hair was blown into a bird's nest. He danced like he was wearing cursed dancing shoes.