Royal Alchemist

Boss Jin casually picked up a dried herb and sniffed it. The mask covered his expression, making it difficult to see clearly: "Why did you suddenly come here to ask about this?"

The calm tone soothed Qiu Ye's emotions, and the manic heart slowly calmed down.

"I..." Qiuye considered the words, "I think I saw some fathers...well, or...their memories."

Boss Jin's movements froze for a moment, and he sighed for a long time: "Come with me."

He closed the door of the gray hourglass and took the autumn leaves to the back room.

This is his daily living place. Qiuye has been here a few times before, and it is not much different from the room of an ordinary single man. There are scattered things piled up in the room, especially his alchemy operation table, bottles and jars, The flowers and plants, and the alchemy circle inlaid with gemstones all indicate that the owner of the room is an alchemist.

A cup of steaming tea was placed in front of Qiuye. Qiuye picked it up and took a sip. The slightly sweetness stimulated the taste buds. Sometimes Qiuye would think, one day Boss Jin will stop selling alchemy medicines and run a tea shop to sell them exclusively. Herbal tea can also make money.

Boss Jin still looked comfortable, with his body slightly sideways and his legs crossed, he held the teacup in both hands, blowing the petals floating in the cup: "Yes, I do know your father, and I have known you for a long time .”

Qiu Ye's mood fluctuated: "Who are you?"

Boss Jin smiled: "Do you want to ask about your life experience? Or do you want to know about me?"

"My background!" Qiu Ye said decisively.

"It's really ruthless." Boss Jin pressed the corners of his eyebrows sadly.

Qiu Ye was sad and angry: "Boss Jin, stop playing with me!"

Boss Jin laughed heartily: "Xiao Qiuye, you really look like your father, I really like you so much!"

The fragrance of scented tea is so refreshing that people can't help but relax their nerves.

"I don't know what you saw, but what you want to know, I can tell you something." Boss Jin took a sip of tea, "You were not born naturally by the mother's body, but cultivated by the gene cabin. Half of your genes come from Yu Qiu Xingyao, and the other half comes from Marshal Ravenor."

Even though Qiuye was mentally prepared, when Boss Jin told him the truth, his heart still felt like a heavy hammer: "Are they lovers?"

"Back then, your father, Qiu Xingyao's father, was a popular lover in school. He received piles of love letters every day, and somehow the seniors got his hands on them."

Qiu Ye keenly caught the word "senior" that he had leaked, but did not expose it, and listened silently, and what's the matter with his tone that his own cabbage was being bullied by a pig?

"Later, you should all know that the marshal and the others fought everywhere and made great achievements in battle, but they died in the battle of the black vortex. The black vortex was not called this. It was originally called the conch vortex, because there was a piece of meteorite that rotated like a conch. The marshal After the sacrifice, people renamed it the black vortex, and the surviving soldiers said that the blood flowed all over the starry sky that day, black and red and black and red."

Qiu Ye clenched the cup tightly, and her heart was tightly grasped.

"Qiu Xingyao told me that he didn't want you at first. You also know that you were born on the front line. The place was in turmoil and the medical conditions were not good. It was the marshal who insisted on wanting a child, and at the beginning he kept it from Qiu Xingyao , Wait until the embryos are bred before telling him."

"Then will there be a problem with my genes? For example...for example...Dragonman..."

"what are you saying?"

"There was a very strange person who said that I was a dragonman, but I couldn't find him no matter how I tried to find him."

Boss Jin's pupils shrank a little, and a fierce aura that was completely different from his usual lazy aura rushed towards his face. He murmured: "Do they know?"

"what?"

"You don't need to pay attention, they just want to disturb your sight. But you have to be vigilant, remember, don't tell anyone your life experience, and don't let people know that you already know." Boss Jin returned to normal.

"But I am indeed different from others. I have no attributes, nor do I have mental strength..."

"There's nothing shameful about being different, there's always someone special."

Qiuye breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he was sure that he was not a Demon Dragon, he would be relieved, but what he said revealed another kind of crisis: "Why did they do this? They..."

"We have always suspected that the marshal was framed."

"Who is it?" Qiuye felt sore in her heart.

"Become an alchemist."

Akiba was taken aback.

"Becoming an alchemist, I will tell you who you are, and I will take you to a place where all your questions will be answered. Otherwise, you can just be an ordinary person and live your life in peace It’s not in vain that Qiu Xingyao worked desperately to bring you back.” Boss Jin extended his right hand to Qiu Ye, “Come on, this was originally an agreement between me and your father, but now it’s an agreement between me and you, an agreement between men: Become an alchemist and accomplish what the marshal failed to accomplish."

His hands were long and powerful, with a thin layer of calluses growing on his fingertips. Looking at this hand, Qiu Ye seemed to see the expectations of the parents behind it.

Thumbs hooked together, palms facing each other, the warmth of the hands reminded Qiuye earnestly that he had made this promise, a future that would either be bumpy or dull.Until he walked out of the gray hourglass, the scorching heat still did not dissipate.

After Qiu Ye left, Boss Jin drank the tea quietly by himself, with a faint smile on his face all the time.

He gently put the tea on the table, turned on the optical brain and connected to a secret channel.

A rickety old man appeared on the screen, his eyes as sharp as a knife.

"What's the matter?" The old man said impatiently, but his complexion looked good.

Boss Jin tapped his fingertips on the table: "Hey, old man, you seem to be in a good mood. Did something good happen?"

"Don't talk nonsense, what's the matter?" the old man said in a rough voice.

"I just want to tell you that I have already talked about it here. Based on my years of experience, he will definitely inherit the Marshal's will in the future."

"How many years of experience, experience in selling flowers?" The old man sneered, "I was just about to tell you that I have found the heir to the dark power."

"What? You really found it?" Boss Jin was surprised.

"That's right, and the degree of fusion is much higher than I imagined. So I am the heir to the Marshal's will!"

"You told him?"

"not yet."

Boss Jin also sneered: "Then it's over? The inheritance of memory is the real inheritance!"

"The inheritance of power is the real inheritance!"

"Memory! Otherwise, why did the marshal give birth to him?"

"Power! What can you do without power!"

"Get out! Don't talk to you stubborn old man!"

"Go away too! Don't talk nonsense with you, a guy who is open to money!"

The two quarreled around for a long time, but Boss Jin stopped talking: "There is something else to tell you, the dragon has already looked for Xiao Qiuye."

The old man looked dignified, and the atmosphere suddenly became heavy: "I see."

"Okay, I won't talk to you anymore, old man, goodbye." Boss Jin stretched his waist and switched off the communication.

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After a week, Qiu Ye returned to school, feeling as if she had passed away.This trip home has yielded a lot, forged a weapon, and learned of his own life experience. He never thought that Marshal Ravenor, who has always been praised and is like a myth, is also his father. This is the same as scratching 5 yuan on the five-dollar Mark Six lottery.

But he also knows that this may not be a blessing, and may even be the source of disaster.

Who wants to kill the fathers?Is it going to turn on me then?What happened to those dragon people?Thinking back to the agreement with Boss Jin, Qiuye thought to himself that he had to work harder in the future.

Back in the dormitory, Su Tongyang was chatting with Jon in the living room. When they saw Qiu Ye, they immediately stopped talking and stared at him intently.

Qiu Ye glanced at them strangely, and walked into the bedroom on her own.As soon as he entered the room, the two of them were in a hurry and didn't know what to say.

Putting on the uniform, Qiu Ye walked out of the bedroom, and the two of them became quiet again, following him with their eyes.

Qiu Ye glanced at them again, and walked towards the door, just touching the door with her hand.

"Wait a minute!" Su Tongyang roared.

Never heard Su Tongyang yelling so loudly before, Qiuye was taken aback: "What, what are you doing?"

Su Tongyang asked loudly: "What are you going to do?"

"I, I'm going to find Feng Qi..."

Su Tongyang and Qiao En looked at each other, and rushed over to grab his hand: "You guy will either not come back for a week, and you will go to Fengqi once you come back, what do you mean? You don't care about the two of us! Or roommates?"

Jon grabbed his other hand: "Yes! Can you be a little bit human? Or is it a friend?"

Qiu Ye was dumbfounded, and they dragged her back to the sofa and held her down.

Which song is this singing?I have never seen them be so enthusiastic about me!

"Hey, no, I have something to give him..."

"Stop talking!" Su Tongyang yelled, "I'll bring him something when I go home. Is there any gift from us?"

"Souvenir products are also fine." Jon said.

"Ah? It's not a gift, it's his stuff, it's me..."

"Stop talking!" Su Tongyang yelled, "Look, you haven't been back for so long, should we celebrate in the dormitory?"

Qiu Ye's cheeks twitched: "Are you okay, Tong Yang? It's only been a week. Don't tell me I'm not in the same time dimension as you?"

"Qiuye, I recently found some good herb books, let's study them!" Jon said.

"Don't be so anxious..."

"I want what I want!"

"Okay!" Qiuye said angrily, "What happened?"

The two looked at each other again, shaking their heads vigorously.

"Is it related to Feng Qi?" Qiu Ye observed their expressions.

"Let's celebrate!" "Let's study!" The two said at the same time.

"That's related, I know, I'll go find him." Qiu Ye got up.

The two wanted to pull but didn't dare, and they knew they couldn't stop it.

Su Tongyang sighed: "It's better not to go to him."

"why?"

Jon answered, "I'm afraid you will be unhappy."

After Su Tongyang and Qiao En made such a fuss, my heart felt empty, as if everyone knew about something, but I was still kept in the dark.

After hearing that Feng Qi was training for fighter planes, Qiu Ye went to look for it.

When I walked to the training ground, I found that many people were watching.

Students in school can rent training fighters from the school for practice. If they pass the basic assessment, they can apply for personal special-purpose fighters from the equipment department.

A red fighter plane with a spear in its hand was flying in the sky, jumping and turning, and its movements were flexible and smooth. Every time a difficult movement was completed, the people below cheered and applauded.Needless to say, it was Feng Qi.

Qiu Ye looked up, and the wind from the fighter plane blew past his cheek.

Another burgundy fighter plane flew over, coordinating with Feng Qi to make various actions, judging from the level of flexibility, the piloting skills are also quite skilled.

A disc-shaped object flew out from a corner of the training ground, simulating hitting the target.The burgundy fighter turned around, took a defensive posture, and blocked the front. Feng Qi jumped up from behind him. Under his cover, with a wave of his spear, a red arc shot out, smashing the disc-shaped object, one deep, one shallow, two The red color slowly fell.

Wow - another surprise.

"It's amazing! The cooperation is too tacit! This is the first time for them to do two-person practice, right?"

"Yeah! It's simply a strong alliance! We don't have to play this year's game, do we?"

Qiu Ye frowned, and glanced at the wine-red fighter plane.Who is that?Fenglin?It's not quite like...

"Qiu Ye!" With this enthusiastic shout, Feng Lin ran from a distance and put his hand on his shoulder familiarly, "Are you coming to see our training?"

"Yeah." Qiu Ye pulled the corner of her mouth and raised her chin, "Who is driving that fighter plane?"

Feng Lin set up the awning with his hands, and his face was full of excitement and anticipation: "That's senior You Zixun! The three of us have signed up for the survival game! Strong attack configuration! Isn't it handsome?"

Qiu Ye's face sank in an instant, as if a piece of her heart was missing.