Royal Alchemist

The annual masquerade has begun.The masquerade ball is very symbolic. People who dance at the ball are often regarded as a couple by others. Young alchemists and quasi-alchemists are looking forward to this ball very much, maybe they will meet their destiny at the ball man of.

Girod was wearing a dark blue dress and was playing with his royal blue mask. He glanced at the small crown on Sapphirol's head and said with a smile: "Today's dance, you have to sit all night, right?"

As a prince, his marriage is subject to many changes, so naturally he can't just decide it at a ball, so Safirol is destined to be just a spectator tonight.

Sapphirol smiled: "What? Do you have someone to dance with?"

Gerald is a good friend of the prince and the prime minister's son. His marriage is also important, but when Safirol asked, Jon's handsome face flashed in his mind, and Gerald's expression froze instantly.

"I'm just asking casually, you don't have to be so nervous." Safirol teased.

"Ahem!" Gerald cleared his throat to hide his embarrassment, "I'm worried, if I danced tonight, I might be torn apart by a group of admirers tomorrow."

"You guy." Safirol shook his head with a smile, "How many girls have to cry for you."

Jon's face flushed with anger appeared in front of his eyes again, and Gerald irritably tapped the mask on the head.

The two stepped into the well-decorated Roland Theatre, and the masquerade had already begun.The brisk and beautiful music was played in a loop. At first, the shy young people looked forward to each other and dared not go on stage, but gradually became bolder. They danced hand in hand amidst the booing of the crowd, and the atmosphere infected every young alchemist present. One after the other couples walk onto the dance floor.

Gerald is always surrounded by two or three people, chatting and flirting with him at his fingertips, but there is always a trace of irritability in his heart that can't go away.

Turning his gaze, he landed on a corner of the theater, but he didn't see the expected person.

Where is Jon?I saw him chatting with someone just now, why did he disappear in a blink of an eye?

Girod's body went from stretching to tense, looking around, but still didn't see Jon's figure.

"Who are you looking for?" The beautiful girl asked with a smile, "Is it someone you like?"

Girod clinked glasses with her gracefully: "Aren't you the one I like?"

"Mr. Lennon is such a joker." The girls smiled.

The girl who clinked glasses with him took a sip of fruit wine: "Whether you like a person or not depends on how often he pays attention to that person. If you think about that person all the time, you are definitely in love."

Gerald didn't care to listen to what the girl was saying, he only thought about where did Jon sneak to?

"Sorry, excuse me." Girod gracefully apologized to the girls, got away from them, and walked through the crowd looking for Jon.

Why are you looking for him, what does it matter to me where he goes?He hadn't thought about this issue, and there was only one thought in his mind, which was to look for him, find him, and keep him within his sight, otherwise he would feel irritable.

The night scene of the garden flashed by, and Girod stopped and opened the thick velvet curtains, and saw Jon standing under a tree in the garden, and the bright white butterfly lights dotted on the tree illuminated his face, as if from The elf in the depths of the jungle, holding a magic wand, is naughty and playful, and silver powder is scattered all over the ground on the transparent wings.

Girod was dazed for a moment, but he didn't expect that it was Ruskin standing in front of Jon.

This lingering fellow!Girod immediately turned cold and rushed out of the banquet hall.

Jon bowed slightly: "I'm really sorry for missing the appointment last time."

Ruskin smiled gently: "It's okay, there will always be some surprises, let's meet again next time."

Jon responded vaguely a few times, not daring to say that he was sabotaged by Girod.

Ruskin saw his depression: "Why do you..."

"Jon!" Girod strode forward, looking at Ruskin with pride and contempt, "It's you again? It's such a wonderful night, why don't you go to the banquet hall to find a beautiful partner for dancing?"

Knowing that he couldn't talk to Jon anymore, Ruskin sighed secretly, bid farewell and left.

Jon was furious: "What are you doing here! Why don't you talk about others? Why don't you go to dance with your Yingying Yanyan and keep staring at me!"

"How dare you say that!" Girod raised his voice, "I told you not to associate with him, and secretly followed him on a date under the tree! I just want to keep an eye on you to see if you are still with him!"

"What a sneaky date! You're making a mistake again, aren't you?"

"I just don't allow it!"

"It's unreasonable!"

"You stop for me!"

Jon was dragged into a tree by Gerald, his whole back was burning. Just as he was about to curse, he heard the trees shake violently.

The two turned to the side of the sound, and saw a scaly hand pushing aside a branch, and a hideous face emerged from the darkness.

Dragon man!There are actually dragonmen haunting the imperial capital star!

Girod was the first to react. Without hesitation, he stretched out his hand and pulled Jon behind him. He drew out a long sword with his right hand, and pointed the tip of the sword at the dragon man slightly: "Go back to the banquet hall!"

Jon took a few steps back, and stopped when he saw that Girod hadn't followed: "Come here!"

The dragon man pressed forward step by step, Girod retreated step by step, walked out of the woods, the bright moonlight illuminated the whole body of the dragon man, Girod suddenly jumped up, and raised his sword.

Jon took a deep breath, not daring to make a sound for fear of disturbing his battle.

Girod, who was short, quickly dodged the palm of the dragon man, and hit the opponent's waist with his long sword, but the scales of the dragon man were as hard as armor, and the sword struck it like cutting on metal.

The dragon man's five fingers were like knives, and he slapped him with a slap. Girod raised his sword to block and cut his wrist.Unexpectedly, the sword got stuck on the scales, and he couldn't pull it out or cut it down. Seeing the other hand of the dragon man grabbing his face, he suddenly felt the strength of his arm increase sharply. human wrist.

The dragon man kept howling, and Girod saw the alchemy pattern flashing across Jon's palm from the corner of his eye. Although Jon was concentrating on refining medicine, he still knew basic combat assistance.

Taking advantage of the increase in power, Girod held the sword in both hands, and the green flame on the sword soared, piercing the dragon's scales and piercing his heart.

The two looked at each other, and they killed a dragonman together. The exchange of alchemy energy brought a wonderful experience that cannot be described in words.

Gerald took Jon's hand and ran: "Go back and inform them!"

During the battle, Girod was completely different from usual. He didn't have that annoying aloof attitude, and he was firm and brave like a real soldier. Jon was still in between the tension and the thrill of fighting. He glanced at him secretly, feeling Feeling the power coming from his palm, there was a strange emotion in his chest.

The two rushed into the banquet hall, where the music was still playing and the dance was still dancing, completely unaware that something terrible was happening outside, Girod put away his weapon and ran straight to Safirol: "Your Highness, just now us……"

"Ah—" A heart-piercing scream cut through the darkness, even drowning out the sound of the music.

A girl ran out of the woods in horror. Before she could run a few steps, her body was pierced by a pair of black hands.

"...Dragonmen were found in the woods." Gerald finally finished his sentence.

But everyone has realized what happened, Saffirol and Feng Qi rushed out immediately, Girod followed Safirol without saying a word.

Jon grabbed Girod, and in times of crisis, all his worries came from his heart: "Where are you going?"

"Dragonkiller!" Girod pushed Jon towards the middle of the banquet hall, "Stay inside and don't go anywhere! Don't go near the window!"

Jon watched him leave in a hurry and subconsciously chased him a few steps, and watched him jump out of the window and stand beside Safirol, his figure illuminated by the moonlight.

When he came back to his senses, Jon found that he was standing behind them, with magic patterns in his hands.

When Gerald saw him, he was about to yell at him back, but he gave up the idea after feeling the energy of blessing.

Let's fight together!Suddenly, he felt very excited, and a wonderful feeling flowed through his limbs.

The battle came and ended quickly. With the example of Sapphirol and the leadership of the academy's three armies, the young alchemists successfully blocked the dragon people, and the imperial army quickly rushed to completely wipe out the dragon people. clear.

Jon fell to the ground exhausted, and secretly swore that he would concentrate on refining medicine in the future and would never do any more combat aids.

Passing through the running crowd, he saw Gerald coming, standing in front of him and looking down, his eyes met, and the outside world disappeared.

Joining forces to fight against the enemy and face a powerful enemy together, this cognition began to produce subtle reactions from them.

Girod coughed to hide his emotions: "I'll take you back."

Jon leaned on the wall and stood up. Gerald looked at his tired look and wanted to reach out to help him, but he couldn't tell what was causing the mentality, and he didn't stretch out his hand after all.

"Think about practicing combat support, I think you have great potential." Girod had nothing to say.

Jon squinted at him: "Dream."

Gerald was unhappy again: "It's none of my business to dream, I just offer a suggestion! Look at your bad temper!"

Jon said coldly: "Are you still going?"

Gerald cursed a few words, but finally followed.

-

Gerald became more and more worried about Jon. He always felt that he would secretly meet with someone else when he was not paying attention, so he couldn't help looking for him every time he was free.

Just after class, Girod felt a little restless in his heart. He hurried across the tree-lined school road and came to the big lawn. When he saw Jon sitting alone under the tree, his restless heart miraculously calmed down. .

He adjusted his mood, put away his facial expressions, and walked under the tree without haste.

Jon glanced up and said lazily, "Why are you here again?"

Hearing his distasteful tone, Gerald was a little unhappy again: "Well, there is no class today."

"There is no class to go to training. Your Highness Safirol trains every day. Are you lazy?" Jon held a quill in his hand. The hard tail feathers were so white that there was no trace of blemish. The style must be dipped in ink to write it out.

Gerald looked at the thing in his hand curiously: "What are you doing?"

"Practice calligraphy." Jon scratched his nose with a feather, which was itchy and comfortable.

Although the electronic pen can imitate the stroke of the pen, it cannot be compared with the real pen no matter how delicate it is. Nothing can replace the tactile feeling of the pen tip sliding on the paper.

"You are really free." Gerald teased.

"Don't stare at me if you don't like it."

Jon changed a new piece of paper. The burnt yellow paper was printed with retro patterns, thick and solid, exuding the unique aroma of paper. He dipped some ink, carefully scraped off the excess ink, and wrote his own words on the paper. name.

The beautiful and fancy curly body, although it is a name, is as exquisite as a painting, especially the hook extending from the letter "J", the perfect arc is too long if it is too long, and too short if it is too short.

Girod stared blankly at the hook, feeling as if his soul had been taken away by it.

Jon was also very satisfied with this line of words, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. The afternoon sun shone on the young man's face, and his fair skin glowed, like an angel blessed by God, beautiful and pure.

Gerald saw God, and couldn't help holding his breath, as if panting around him was a sacrilege.

"Is it good?" Jon asked with a smile.

The gentle smile was like the warm sunshine in spring, and Girod's defense line was instantly shattered. He stared blankly at the person in front of him, only wanting to push him down and kiss him fiercely.

He sketched this picture countless times in his mind, imagining biting the soft and sweet lips, deepening them, lingering with the tip of his tongue, and ascending to the clouds together.

"Oh, Gerald!" Jon yelled.

Gerald woke up with a start, maintaining a rigid posture, leaning slightly towards Jon.

Jon jumped and shouted: "Girald, what are you in a daze! You knocked over my ink bottle!"

Girod lowered his head, only to realize that the ink bottle was knocked over at some point, and the black ink spilled all over the floor, staining his clothes and Jon's hands.

Thoughts froze, Gerald stared blankly at the spilled ink.

What happened to the strange thought that just popped into my head?Must be crazy?