Royal Alchemist

From that day on, Jon completely ignored Gerald.Although they still meet frequently because of their job relationship, ignoring is ignoring, turning a blind eye, and there is no unnecessary nonsense.

There are two small storage boxes on Sapphirol's desk, and there is a crystal bottle in each, and there is something like a flame jumping in the other, which is crystal clear and constantly changing colors, and you can feel it from a long distance away. The vitality on it, although the other one is also filled with a ball of flames, is far inferior to the other one in terms of color and activity.

"It's hard." Jon stood on the other side of the desk, his face was blue and tired, "The alchemy formula given by Qiu Ye is too theoretical, or it is not practical at all. Although the formula can be established, the actual Refining cannot achieve the theoretical effect."

On the table is the kindling used to refine the fighter. In the war between humans and the dragons, humans are retreating steadily. Qiuba has developed a new generation of kindling on the basis of the fire source, which greatly improves the performance of the fighter. So that humans can have a fighting power against the dragon people.So Safirol, after spending a lot of money to buy a batch of tinder, hoped that Jon could imitate a substitute.

Saffirol solemnly picked up the two crystal bottles and compared them. As long as the eyes are not blind, you can see the difference between the two.

After not getting a response from the emperor for a long time, Jon also had the pride of being a great alchemist: "Qiuye is different, I believe that no one can refine fire except Qiuye, even Dean Zhu Xifeng can't do it when he comes back. "

"I know it's hard," Safirol said, "but it has to be done."

Jon's shoulders slumped, and deep fatigue swept over him. After a long silence, he said, "I see, I will find a way."

Lifting the two storage boxes, Jon walked out of Safirol's office, and a line of sight followed him until he walked out the door.

Girod couldn't take his eyes off Jon, or in other words, from the moment he entered the office to the time he left the office, he kept staring at him, unable to say anything to him, and could only quench his thirst in this way.Jon is a person who pays attention to his image, but now he has messy hair and bloodshot eyes. He is extremely tired now. Girod sees it in his eyes and feels pain in his heart.

But so what?Don't say I can't help, I can't even say a word of concern and condolences, I am so incompetent to the extreme!

Safirol had a panoramic view of Gerald's reaction, and coughed lightly to attract his attention: "Girald!"

Girod finally came back to his senses and bowed to Safirol.

"Girod, you and Jon..." Safirol considered, "What's going on?"

Gerald didn't want to hide it: "We... have been together..."

"And Gillian?"

"So it becomes what you see now." Gerald wanted to squeeze a smile, but found it difficult.

After being surprised, Safirol said seriously: "Girod, I have already warned you."

Yes, Safirol has reminded more than once, what to do, what not to do, what to do, what not to do.Why can Sapphirol distinguish so clearly and control emotions so perfectly?How on earth did he do it?

Girod said abruptly, "Your Majesty, do you really like someone?"

Sapphire was slightly taken aback.

"I really like it, regardless of the consequences, I am happy for his smile, and sad for his tears, without any external influence."

"I don't have anyone I like." Safirol replied coldly.

"What about Akiba? If His Majesty pursued him back then and kept him in the empire, would he still worry about a fire?"

"Girod!" Safirol yelled.

Girod came to his senses, knowing that he had made a slip of the tongue, and lowered his head: "I'm sorry."

"Akiba is excellent, but the rise and fall of the empire and the fate of mankind are not determined by him alone. I am very clear about every choice I make. I can't tell you whether it is right or wrong to love someone desperately. I can only say that if You have really pursued what you want desperately, even if you fail, you will not regret it, there will be no regrets."

Gerald's head hurt so badly that he couldn't think at all.

Safirol walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder, comforting him as a friend.

"Your Majesty, send me to the front line." Girod puffed up his chest, "The battle ahead is tense, I think you will need someone to supervise the battle for you."

Safirol had intended this for a long time, but he was hesitant because he saw that Girod was not in good condition. Now he offered it, and there was no reason to refuse: "Okay, you go, I look forward to your good news."

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Battle after battle, Girod completely threw himself on the battlefield, tirelessly fighting to drive away the panic in his heart.He even began to feel lucky that there was a battle to fight, so he wouldn't have to face Jon's indifference, but he knew that all he was doing was escaping.

In the early morning, the dragonmen invaded Lufelle, and Girod led his army to resist in time and repelled the enemy.

After leaving the battlefield, Girod rested at the local military base.He was just about to sleep for a while when the adjutant came to report: "General, Sir Lennon's call."

Girod glanced coldly: "I'm very tired, so I just said I fell asleep."

"But..." The adjutant was very embarrassed, and wanted to say something more, because Girod's communication had been interrupted.

He fell on the bed with his clothes on, covering his eyes with his hands.He wanted to sleep for a while, he was obviously very tired, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

According to the timetable given to him by his father, he was going to get married in a week. Whenever he thought about it, he felt like a walking dead, about to walk into his own grave.

He couldn't face what was going to happen, let alone face Jon's gaze, he just wanted to go, go far away, and never go back if he could.

What is Jon doing now?Gerald's mind was racing uncontrollably.

He must be working very hard to refine it. It is very difficult to imitate fire, and Safirol puts a lot of pressure on him. He must be working hard, right?

I miss him very much, as if I have returned to the days when I was lingering with him, the blurred eyes, unbearable panting, cherry pink skin, every bit of it fascinates him.

It was like hugging him again, kissing him, entering his body, feeling his trembling, listening to his panting in his ear.

Thinking about it, his lower abdomen was on fire, and he swelled unbearably, so he unbuttoned his pants, stretched his hands in, and kneaded gently with Jon in his mind.

When the heat was released, Girod looked at the turbid liquid on his hands and couldn't help laughing, his eyes were wet with a smile.

General Solomon, the son of the prime minister, has to rely on self-blasphemy to relieve his desires. It's really, too bad...

When he woke up, Gerald was not relieved, but even more tired.The person in the mirror had a haggard complexion and red eyes. He didn't look like he used to be suave. Girod sneered. He turned on the tap to wash his hands, and the water flowed through his fingers, which was icy cold.

When he woke up, Gerald was not relieved, but even more tired.The person in the mirror had a haggard complexion and red eyes. He didn't look like he used to be suave. Girod sneered. He turned on the tap to wash his hands, and the water flowed through his fingers, which was icy cold.

But he needed this kind of cold to stimulate his nerves and wash away his muddled brain.

His father came to urge him to go home again, and he felt that he could not bear it anymore.Is it really necessary to compromise on this?Everyone was persecuting him, to the point where he could barely hold his head up.

He deeply felt that he couldn't go on like this anymore, and he must find a chance to have a good talk with Jon again, at least tell him that his love for him has not changed.

After washing his face with cold water, Gerald finally regained consciousness, walked out of the bedroom, and saw that the adjutant and the person in charge of the base were already waiting for him.

I thought I could take a breather, but I didn't expect that the siren sounded, and the dragonmen attacked again. Girod led his troops to attack without saying a word.

Girod was full of anger and rushed forward bravely. Encouraged by him, a group of soldiers rushed towards the dragon people like a group of hungry wolves, and stopped their attacking momentum in time.

But the situation on the battlefield is changing, and when the two sides are fighting fiercely, space cracks appear in the universe, mercilessly devouring human warships.

"All warships withdraw from the battlefield, leaving only fighters!" Girod decisively issued an order.

But before the Girod flagship could return, a crack appeared at its tail, and a huge black hole swallowed the tail of the ship like a greedy mouth.

Girod rushed over without hesitation: "Go and save my ship!"

There is a cursive "J" sprayed on the tail of the ship, with a stretched stroke, simple and graceful.The flagship names of other generals are very fancy, and Girod's flagship only has a simple letter "J", which he explained to the outside world as his initials.In fact, in the warm afternoon when he was young, that slanted hook sealed his bondage in this life.

"Go! Pull out my boat!" Gerald ordered to the guards.

"Here's another boat!" cried the adjutant.

Girod glanced impatiently. He blocked the boat just now and saved their lives. Now that his beloved flagship is about to be swallowed by the space rift, how can he care so much?

"Whatever he is doing! Didn't he want to escape to the Shining Empire, then let him go!" Girod accelerated towards the flagship.

But just as he was speeding away, a heart-piercing roar came from the area radio: "Girrod! Save that shuttle!"

autumn leaves?Why is he here?Gerald turned a deaf ear.

"Jon's in there!"

Gerald stopped suddenly, and he wanted to ignore it, but the name Jon was like a needle piercing into his body, every time it was mentioned, it pierced his heart.

Jon?What is he saying?Why is Jon here?

Gerald opened his rear view and saw a dragon fighter brandishing a scythe, cutting the boat in two.

Amidst Akiba's shrill cry, Gerald rushed back.

Jon here?No, he must be joking!This joke is not funny at all!

Girod turned into a rainbow and rushed in front of the dragon man. With a wave of his long sword, he cut the opponent in half neatly.

It was an easy blow, but he was panting violently, as if he had just experienced a fierce battle.

He turned on the directional search and found Jon in the wreckage of the shuttle. For a moment, he felt his heart stopped beating.

"Jon—" Gerald yelled out, unable to believe his eyes.

He quickly took Jon into the fighter plane, but he was seriously injured and was on the verge of death.

Why is he here?Why did you choose to leave just now?Why does he always make wrong choices?

"Jon..." Apart from repeatedly calling his name, Gerald didn't know what else to say. He tried to stop his bleeding, but the gushing blood instantly stained his clothes red.

Jon's swollen eyes were narrowed, and he looked at him blankly, showing resentment and unwillingness unabashedly.

He once vowed: No matter where you are, as long as you are in danger, I will come to save you!

But the fact is that when he needed it most, he ruthlessly turned and left.

hatred!Jon's eyes widened suddenly, and with the last of his strength he pushed Gerald away.

go away!Do not touch me!

His heart was roaring, but no sound could come out.

Gerald's world is shattering, watch him stop breathing, pupils dilate, he's dead!Before he had time to say he liked him again, he died!

His life ended at this moment, he lost him completely, and there was no way to get him back.

Girod seemed to be split in two, one half went with Jon, and the other half was still dying in the oppressive world.

"Jon... woo..." Girod hugged Jon's broken body tightly, hot tears slipped from the corners of his eyes.

The adjutant shouted in panic: "General, another group of fighter jets from the Demon Dragons are coming! General!"

Gerald raised his red eyes and saw a dense black cloud on the screen.

These disgusting, abominable executioners!Brutely took Jon's young life!

"Go to hell!"

Girod roared angrily, hugged Jon, and rushed to the fighter group alone, rampaging to vent his anger.The dark green fighter plane was like a killing machine, tearing everything that stood in front of him to shreds.

"General! It's too dangerous! Please come back!"

Akiba's Golden Dragon fighter finally arrived at the battlefield and went into battle.