Royal Alchemist

Although Zhuo Fan didn't like this unexpected visitor very much, he still stopped the robot because he saw that the transport ship parked not far away indeed belonged to the Imperial Legion.

Yuan Tian was finally able to catch his breath. He stared at his tuxedo that had been ravaged in dismay. He tried his best to ignore his bad image, puffed up his chest, and said in the usual tone of ordering soldiers: "Recover the discarded parts as soon as possible, I have important things to do!"

Zhuo Fan had to admit that he was very powerful when he spoke seriously, far beyond what a lieutenant could possess, but the problem was that Zhuo Fan didn't like him at all.Zhuo Fan glanced at the transport ship behind him: "What parts are you transporting?"

"There are all kinds of parts, replacement limbs, motors and all."

Zhuo Fan said solemnly: "Unclassified parts have to be sent to the designated place, and there will be robots to process them. Didn't you receive navigation instructions when you entered the atmosphere?"

Of course Yuan Tian received the reminder, but at that time he was in a hurry to finish taking out the garbage and rush to the banquet, completely ignoring the reminder, that's why he was surrounded by robots as soon as he landed.

"But the navigation is to guide me to the western hemisphere!" Yuan Tian's eyes widened, "I'm just throwing out the trash, and I want to fly another half a planet?"

"Are you embarrassed to say that you made a mistake? This planet is so small, what's wrong with you flying half a planet? Has no one taught you how to sort garbage?"

Yuan Tian was choked half to death, and secretly cursed the quartermaster in his heart.

"What are you doing in a daze? Hurry up!"

Yuan Tian knew he was wronged, and couldn't help but talk cheaply while walking: "A trash boy is so fierce, is there any reason..."

Zhuo Fan happened to see a well-preserved metal nerve thread in the garbage dump, and pulled it out to take it back for refining. Hearing Yuan Tian's muttering, he immediately turned his face: "Hey, what are you talking about! What a trash boy!" In the end He is a proud nobleman, and he still doesn't want to be called a trash picker.

Yuan Tian saw that the other party had even taken out his whip, and hurriedly said, "Speak well! What are you doing!"

Zhuo Fan glanced at the nerve thread in his hand, waved it around, and with a whistling, he pointed at Yuan Tian's nose: "Speaking of who is trash! You tell me clearly! You have no eyesight! "

"What big soldier! You are so fierce! Don't force me to fight with you!" Yuan Tianse yelled sternly while backing away.

Zhuo Fan became even more angry, this guy actually dared to say that he was going to fight, and stepped forward while waving his nerve thread: "Come on! You dare to hit me so that you can't eat and walk around!"

"I don't have the same sense as a trash picker! Don't come here! Don't force me! You have thin arms and legs, and I'll break my fingers!" Yuan Tian's mouth was so cheap.

Zhuo Fan was furious: "Which legion do you belong to! What's the serial number! What's the name!"

"Do you think I'm stupid enough to tell you?" Yuan Tian fled to the transport ship.

"Do you think I can't find out!"

Yuan Tian ignored him and quickly climbed into the transport ship.

Zhuo Fan chased after him for a few steps, and the transport ship started rumblingly, emitting a choking air wave.

"Ahem!" Zhuo Fan hurriedly backed away covering his mouth and nose.

He was afraid that this unreasonable person would continue to litter in another place, so he quickly called up the monitoring system, and he was relieved when he saw the transport ship obediently flying towards the western hemisphere.

Next time you see this big soldier again, you must ask him to keep his eyes open and take a good look!What a trash boy!I am the best mechanic in the future empire!

While flying to the western hemisphere, Yuan Tian was still complaining: "What the hell is a garbage dump! There are a lot of rules! This is driving me to death!"

Looking at the tuxedo on his body like a rag, he felt angry.

Next time you see this trash picker, you must ask him to open his eyes and take a good look!What big guns!I am the best commander in the empire!

Yuan Tian touched his chin.

Well...except Admiral Ravenor!

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After three months, Zhuo Fan finally completed the manufacture of a fighter plane by himself.

He originally wanted to spray some paint to embellish its ugly appearance, but there was not enough time. In order not to let his grandfather find any excuses to prevent him from changing his career, he sent the fighter plane to Zhuo Chang on time.

So, when the fighter plane with the creaking sound and "xxx came here" on its chest was shown in front of his family, he heard some snickers, but he turned a deaf ear to it, and boarded the fighter plane for a Flight test and performance testing.

When he disembarked, there was no more snickering.

Zhuo Fan stood in front of Zhuo Chang: "Grandpa, I've finished it. This is the fighter plane I made."

Zhuo Chang looked up at his best grandson with his bright eyes, snorted disdainfully, and walked away on crutches.

Zhuo Fan hurriedly chased after him: "Grandpa, you promised me that as long as I can build a fighter myself, you will let me change to the smelting department."

Zhuo Changhan quickened his pace with a frowning face, but his back seemed a little hunched.

"Grandpa, you have seen that I am talented in smelting, and I will be even more..."

Zhuo Chang stopped suddenly and looked at Zhuo Fan coldly: "Young man, don't be too self-righteous, you still have a long way to go."

"Grandpa..." Zhuo Fan's heart ached.

At this time, an old but full of spirit came in: "Okay, old man Zhuo, leave your grandson to me."

Zhuo Fan saw another old man coming out of the room, with a slightly fat body and a smile on his face. "Professor Archibald? Why are you here?" Zhuo Fan was surprised.

"Hehe." Archibald walked up to Zhuo Fan, looked up and down, "Not bad."

Archibald, the most experienced mechanic in the Empire, the person who presided over the manufacture of S-class fighters, and also Zhuo Chang's old friend.

Only then did Zhuo Fan realize that the room Archibald walked out of just now happened to be able to see the fighter plane testing ground.

Grandpa invited him here.

It was Grandpa who invited him here for himself.

Zhuo Fan looked at his grandfather, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"Is your name Zhuo Fan?" Archibald looked at Zhuo Fan with a smile, "You are a very energetic young man. But I want to remind you first that my students are not so easy to be. The requirements are very strict."

Zhuo Fan was pleasantly surprised, being able to worship under Archibald was not something that a random alchemist of the smelting department could ask for, let alone a junior alchemist who became a monk halfway through.

Zhuo Chang squinted: "Did I say that I wanted my grandson to be your student? Can you show me some face?"

Archibald twirled his beard: "Is it left for you to spoil?"

Zhuo Chang narrowed his eyes: "What are you talking about, have I spoiled my grandson so much? How dare you say it again!"

"Your grandson is grown up and has a mind of his own, it's time to let it go."

"You still need to teach me a lesson?" Zhuo Chang angrily knocked on the floor with his crutches, "What does it matter if I give you one, anyway, my Zhuo family is prosperous, not like you alone!"

"Hey old man, it's boring for you to talk."

The two people, whose combined age was almost a hundred and five years old, quarreled with each other, completely leaving Zhuo Fan aside.

After arguing and arguing, Zhuo Chang lost his strength again and looked at Zhuo Fan coldly.

Zhuo Fan didn't know what he was going to reprimand himself again, and sweated from the back of his neck nervously.

But Zhuo Chang just stared at him, and said after a long time: "Since you want to learn, you should learn from this old man who is barely capable. Don't embarrass me! Do you hear me!"

Archibald glared at Zhuo Chang angrily.

Zhuo Fan's face showed undisguised joy: "I heard it!"

Zhuo Chang nodded, turned around and walked towards the end of the corridor, the crutches struck the ground, making a crisp sound.

Zhuo Fan suddenly felt that his back was even more bent: "Grandpa!".

Zhuo Chang stopped.

"Thank you grandpa!" Zhuo Fan choked up.

Zhuochang stood still for a moment, but he didn't look back and continued to walk away.

Zhuo Fan was still looking at Zhuo Chang's back, and Archibald pressed heavily on his shoulder: "Come to my laboratory tomorrow."

The next day, Zhuo Fan came to Archibald's laboratory on time, still holding the old-fashioned wrench Zhuo Chang gave him.

"You're my student from now on, do you have any questions?" Archibald glanced at his wrench.

Zhuo Fan's face was blank: "Teacher, did I let my grandfather down?"

"I can't say I'm disappointed, I can only say I'm sorry. Maybe you don't know, your grandfather often shows off in front of me that he has an excellent grandson who can sense energy at the age of three, create a refining reaction at the age of four, and refine alchemy at the age of seven." Medicine or something."

Zhuo Fan couldn't believe that his grumpy and strict grandfather would praise himself in front of others.

"It is indeed a pity that his most cherished grandson cannot inherit his mantle." Archibald said.

"Then did I do something wrong?" Zhuo Fan felt very uncomfortable.

Archibald laughed, the flesh on his face piled together: "What are you doing with such an old wrench?"

Zhuo Fan quickly put the wrench into his pocket: "Grandpa gave it to me."

"I gave this wrench to your grandfather 40 years ago, and I also have a crystal bottle he gave me, when we had just made some achievements in our respective fields." Archibald recalled, "We made an appointment, if We have future generations who are interested in each other's fields, so we must teach them with our hearts and never hide our secrets."

Zhuo Fan didn't expect such a past event at all, put his hand in his pocket and squeezed the wrench.

"You secretly learn smelting, do you think your grandfather doesn't know? You are very good at refining medicine because you have a good foundation, but you are more spiritual and imaginative in refining medicine. I can’t see it online. Your grandfather came to me a long time ago, and even stole your work to show me. But he is also very contradictory. On the one hand, he hopes that you can make the family prosperous, and you also know that he has always hated the Clark family. On one side of your family, but on the other side you don't want to curb your talent."

Zhuo Fan lowered his head, as if a stone was stuck in his throat.

"But since your grandfather sent you to me, you have to work hard. If you give up refining medicine and fail to learn it, then you will really let your grandfather down."

Zhuo Fan suddenly raised his head, his eyes regained his brilliance: "My surname is Zhuo, and this will never change. If I learn smelting, I can make my family prosperous, and I can also make grandpa proud of me!"

Archibald nodded with a smile. He felt that his student was right.