Royal Alchemist

Zhuo Fan soon regretted agreeing to teach Yuan Tian how to maintain the machine. This hour every day was like a nightmare to him. He couldn't figure out how a man who could drive a fighter plane and get on the battlefield could be so stupid with his hands.

Usually the conversation between them will be like this: Yuan Tian: "What is this?"

Zhuo Fan: "The oil-soluble ball can accelerate the solidification of weapons. Its texture is very soft, so don't use force..."

Porf!Leaving Yuan Tian's thumbprint...

Yuan Tian: "What is this?"

Zhuo Fan: "The memory bracket is very fragile, be careful..."

Click!Broken into two sections...

Yuan Tian: "What is this?"

Zhuo Fan: "Enhanced energy potion! Don't take it! I'm refining it here!"

boom!The alchemy circle exploded...

"Yuan Tian! You are here to make trouble for me!" Zhuo Fan lost his composure and roared angrily.

"No, I didn't mean it." Yuan Tian obediently put his hands on his sides.

"I can't stand you, an oversized brat! Stay away from me!" Zhuo Fan waved his nerve thread.

Yuan Tian stood far away, with an innocent face: "But you promised to teach me..."

"Go away! Go away! Go away!" Zhuo Fan was furious.

When Link asked Zhuo Fan why he agreed to teach Yuan Tianxiu fighter jets, Zhuo Fan looked up to the sky and sighed, "I must be bewitched."

After more than a week of training, they finally reached the following tacit understanding.

Zhuo Fan: "A crowbar."

Yuan Tian: "Here."

Zhuo Fan: "Balance board."

Yuan Tian: "Give"

Zhuo Fan: "Synchronous Rotator."

Yuan Tian: "Here."

Zhuo Fan: "Wrong! The second one to your right!"

After searching, Yuan Tian said, "Here."

Zhuo Fan had the feeling that he had found an assistant, and he was the kind of handyman who could only deliver things.

He also remembered that when he was a child, he had a dog named Bobby, and every morning he would say, "Bobby, the newspaper." Then little Bobby would snort and bring the newspaper to him.

As for repairing fighter jets?

ha!Zhuo Fan looked sideways.The gap between Yuan Tian and a mechanic is like the gap between a butcher and a veterinarian.

But Yuan Tianle was among them, and he would be happy even to bring tea and water during this hour.

Yuan Tian sat on the ground playing with a metal mine, watched Zhuo Fan dismantle the fighter, and the two chatted endlessly.

"General Lei Wennuo is coming back soon." Yuan Tian said casually.

A resolute face flashed in Zhuo Fan's mind: "He seems to have been to the Imperial Star for a long time."

"It's been a few weeks, and the latest news is that His Majesty the Emperor will promote him to the rank of Marshal of the Empire and become the Commander-in-Chief of the Space Fleet."

"That's really exciting news." Zhuo Fan stopped what he was doing, he had been in the Legion of Glory for so long, he felt kind to everyone and everything here, and almost regarded himself as a half of Glory People in the Legion regard General Ravenor as their chief.

"Half good and half bad." Yuan Tian had a weird expression. "The general has a brilliant record, and no one in the empire can compare to him. The marshal is none other than him. But to be honest, what is the commander-in-chief of the space fleet?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Now the imperial legion seems to be numerous and powerful. In fact, each of them is in charge of their own affairs and is controlled by the nobles. The lack of unity of the army is fatal to a country. The higher the status, the greater the responsibility. Now the dragons are active, the general It is very difficult to say how many legions the commander-in-chief has under his command. Not to mention the legions of the old nobles such as Fate and Fury, but among our new nobles, the Thunder Legion has always been at odds with the general, while the Sirius Although the legion seems to be able to communicate, but they have been stationed on the border for many years, and the role they can play is really pitifully small."

Zhuo Fan was not aware of these problems at first. Although he was born in a noble family, he didn't have much interest in power struggles, and the auxiliary families didn't take sides too obviously.Yuan Tian's analysis was clear and logical, as if clearing away the fog, Zhuo Fan was surprised to find that the calm surface of the empire was actually turbulent.

"General Ravenor is a man of wisdom and courage, so don't worry too much." Zhuo Fan said.

"That's right!" Yuan Tian smiled, "Only he is qualified for the post of commander-in-chief. I think he will have a way to reconcile the chaotic situation."

As far as matters related to battles and wars, Yuan Tian was clear and logical, but in other matters, Yuan Tian still couldn't figure out the situation, and Zhuo Fan couldn't help wondering if he was about to split his personality.

"As for me." Yuan Tian stood up and supported Zhuo Fan in his arms, "After General Lei Wennuo is promoted to Marshal, I will be promoted to General and become the commander of the Legion of Glory."

There was pride hidden in Yuan Tian's expression, anyone would inevitably show off in front of someone he liked, and Yuan Tian was no exception.

Zhuo Fan suppressed his smile and indulged his showing off: "Then I have to congratulate you."

Yuan Tian laughed happily, like a child who was rewarded with candy.

The development of the situation was exactly as Yuan Tian said. Lei Wennuo was awarded the title of Marshal and was appointed as the Commander-in-Chief of the Space Fleet. Yuan Tian was awarded the title of Admiral and served as the head of the Glory Legion. adjustment.

When Ravenor returned to the garrison, the Legion held a small party to celebrate the wide-ranging promotion.

When Zhuo Fan came to the restaurant, a group of people had already drunk, they were laughing and laughing, pouring wine around the promoted person, the joyful atmosphere infected everyone.

Ravenor sat at one end of the long table, easily dealing with the subordinates who came to toast. Alcohol diluted his majesty, but his momentum was even stronger, like a burning star, no one could ignore him, no one could cover up its light.

Qiu Xingyao sat at the other end of the long table, with a leisurely posture, and the pear dimple at the corner of his mouth was intoxicatingly deep.

Although they are far away, the accidental line of sight is like a thin transparent thread, lingering and ambiguous.

Zhuo Fan took a glass of wine and was about to pay his respects when he was dragged to a corner by a man.

Yuan Tian squeezed him into the corner, his body smelled faintly of alcohol, his eyes were reddish, obviously he had drunk a lot.

"Look, General." Yuan Tian patted his shoulder.

His shoulders have been replaced with general epaulettes, and the three general stars are shining brightly.

"Very beautiful." Zhuo Fan laughed.

Yuan Tian squinted his eyes with a smile, becoming an admiral was not a great joy for him, but Zhuo Fan's compliment was enough to make him happy for a long time.

"I'm going to toast, you let me go."

"Wait a minute." Yuan Tian stubbornly pushed him against the wall.

Zhuo Fan had no choice but to think that he must have drunk too much.

"I will go out the day after tomorrow. This is my first time leading troops as a regiment commander. It is expected to take a long time."

The tone was subtly different from usual. Yuan Tian had experienced countless wars in his life, but from this time on, his identity had undergone a qualitative change. Zhuo Fan understood the change in his mentality: "Be careful."

Yuan Tian shook his head: "No, no."

"what?"

"You should say, looking forward to your triumphant return." There was fire in his eyes, burning blazingly, endlessly.

Zhuo Fan's heart softened, and he raised his glass: "Looking forward to your triumphant return."

The wine glass touched lightly, making a crisp and pleasant sound, Yuan Tian laughed again, he seemed to be a bit unsteady after drinking too much, staggered and leaned on Zhuo Fan's shoulder.

The moist and hot lips brushed against the pinna, and his breathing was as hot as fire. Zhuo Fan seemed to be hit by an electric current, paralyzing all the way to his heart.

Zhuo Fan supported Yuan Tian's body, touched his hard muscles, the temperature in his palm was so high that it seemed to melt steel: "You are drunk."

Instead of standing up straight, Yuan Tian became softer, almost pressing on Zhuo Fan.

Just when Zhuo Fan felt that he was about to be overwhelmed by him, his body lightened suddenly, Qiu Xingyao stood in front of him with a smile, and put Yuan Tian's arm on his shoulder.

"I made you laugh, I'll send him back." Qiu Xingyao dragged him away without any explanation.

As soon as he was dragged out of the restaurant, Yuan Tian jumped up: "What are you doing, spoiling my good deeds!" His eyes were clear, and he didn't look drunk at all.

"Don't pretend to be crazy with wine, he's not a fool." Qiu Xingyao poked his shoulder.

"I almost hugged him!" Yuan Tian muttered.

"And ask for a beating?" Qiu Xingyao squinted.

"Do you think he will miss me when I go out?" Yuan Tian sighed.

"You've been clinging to him for a few days, and it's almost enough. If you push too hard, he will be disgusted. It's time to give him some space, and he will start to miss you instead."

"Really?" Yuan Tian expressed doubts.

Qiu Xingyao patted his chest and promised: "Really! Trust my girl-picking skills!"

Yuan Tian looked sideways: "It's as if you've dated girls before."

Qiu Xingyao really wanted to punch him in the face.

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As soon as Yuan Tian led the troops away, the garrison became deserted again, just like when Zhuo Fan first arrived, there were only a small number of soldiers left behind, and no matter where he went, they were quiet.

At night, Zhuo Fan does fighter maintenance as usual.

"Help me get the test pen." As soon as he said the words, he found that there was no one around him, and the person who always squatted at his feet to hand him things was not there.

Suddenly Zhuo Fan felt that the laboratory was bigger and colder than ever before.

Didn’t he always be alone with the fighter before? Even during the days at the garbage dump, he was alone day and night, and he didn’t even have anyone to talk to. Are you used to it?

I always feel like something is missing. Could it be that I am not used to the lack of someone who is in the way?

His mind was distracted, and the alchemy pattern on his hand exploded without warning, a piece of broken metal splashed and cut his forehead.

Most of the complete alchemy has a protective layer. Even if the alchemist fails, it will not hurt the alchemist. Only when the energy is seriously out of balance and the protective layer is broken will it be dangerous. A mature alchemist can control the alchemist. The process will not go out of control, let alone an excellent alchemist like Zhuo Fan.But I don't know how to do it, so I made such a low-level mistake.

Thick liquid flowed down from the forehead, Zhuo Fan wiped the blood on his forehead with one hand.

He grabbed a handkerchief to cover the wound, and hurried to the hospital. There was alchemy energy in the wound, which made him tremble with pain.

"Lie down, I'll clean your wound." A doctor greeted him.

Zhuo Fan has never seen such a beautiful person, with light golden hair like fine silk, fair skin like milk, and perfect facial features.

"Fortunately, the wound is not very deep. After purifying the energy, it will heal in about three days." The doctor smiled, his dark green eyes were like two pieces of pure emeralds.