Royal Alchemist

"... Just when I really thought I was hopeless, I suddenly thought of asking the reason, and then guess what?" Qiu Ye said with hunger.

Wang Shuai was very appreciative and asked, "How is it?"

"Then they told me that I can actually go, and it's still official, higher than the selected ones!" Qiu Ye said proudly.

"It's really amazing." Wang Shuai said with a smile.

The two were chatting while doing reaction speed exercises, Qiu Ye pinched his head and tail, changed his face and told Wang Shuai about the selection of students for emulation.

"I've known you for such a long time, and I'm amazed at your rapid progress recently," Wang Shuai said.

Qiu Ye smiled and said, "You haven't known me for long."

Wang Shuai was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Yes."

Akiba is still immersed in the joy of obtaining the pass authority of the Academy of Sciences: "After I finish the exam, I can go to the Academy of Sciences to have a look. I have an idea in my mind. I don't know if there is anything I want in it. I am looking forward to it." ..."

"Aren't you going home after the exam?" Wang Shuai interrupted him.

"go home?"

"Yes, it should be a holiday after the exam. If you go to the Academy of Sciences, then say you don't plan to go back?"

Qiu Ye hadn't thought about this question yet, and suddenly she didn't ask and was unprepared: "Go home? Probably not, what's the point of going home?"

"For example, a gathering of friends... or something like that."

"I don't have any friends at my house." Qiu Ye laughed at herself, "I don't want to think about all the messy and bad memories before I entered school."

"Is it... a bad memory?" Wang Shuai lowered his voice, but asked unwillingly, "How bad is it?"

"Ah, they were all embarrassing things when I was a child. It's so stupid to think about it now." Qiuye glanced at Wang Shuai, and found that he was staring at her persistently, as if waiting for his next words, so she could only bite the bullet. Said, anyway, it wasn’t me who really did that stupid thing, “It’s just foolishly liking someone, and that person doesn’t like me, and I tried to get along, but was bullied miserably by his friends, all kinds of humiliation and so on. "

Wang Shuai turned his face away slowly, his face turned pale: "Then you must have been very unhappy at that time?"

Qiu Ye shrugged: "That's it, anyway, it's all over, so I won't continue to be stupid."

A reaction ball passed by Wang Shuai, but he didn't catch it. The turnover rate was too high, and ver jumped out of his eyes. He sighed and restarted the game: "I think that person must regret it."

Qiu Ye chuckled: "How is it possible? I'm not a heartthrob, so I still have some self-knowledge."

Wang Shuai didn't pick up the topic again: "Let me accompany you to do some exercises in the auxiliary department. You can almost prepare for the exam."

"It doesn't matter. I follow the courses of the second and third grades in class, and the first-grade exams are not difficult for me." Qiuye kept pressing the speed button, and the speed of the reaction ball nearly doubled.

Wang Shuai laughed, and Qiu Ye turned to look: "What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing?" Wang Shuai smiled for a while, and the smile gradually became bitter, "You look confident now, it's really... yes... pretty good..."

-

Right now, Qiuye has another very important thing to do, which is to set up his and Su Tongyang's pastry workshop.

The two put aside other things for the time being, and whenever they have time, they get together to study how to make alchemy pastries. Su Tongyang is more devoted than Qiuye, and this is the best way to solve his current problem.

Therefore, the small kitchen in their dormitory was messed up by two people every day, and the flour fillings, medicinal herbs and potions were piled all over the table.

Qiuye also found some experience from the "Seymore Alchemy Handbook", and put it together with Boss Jin's materials for reference, and tried again and again.Although the process was painful, it was his first practical use of alchemy, so both of them were in high spirits.

When the face was blackened by the cake balls that had been blown up countless times, Qiu Ye coughed and escaped from the kitchen, while Su Tongyang was busy putting out the stove inside.

"Ahem, let's do it again, ahem, ahem, I think I'm about to find a balance, ahem."

"Ahem, cough, then we have to wait a little longer. The dough is used up, so I need to knead it again." Su Tongyang's fair face was darkened.

Qiu Ye looked at the ingredients and began to put on his coat: "There are not enough herbs, I will go buy some more."

Su Tongyang poked his head out from the kitchen: "You wash your face before you go."

Qiu Ye wiped the black charcoal with one hand, and coughed a few more times.

The night was just right, the campus was empty, Qiu Ye leisurely drove out of the dormitory area in a wheelchair, went to the school's herbal medicine store to buy some ingredients and returned, still thinking about how to improve the cooking process.

With it on, the fog at night gradually thickened, and the road was covered with whiteness, and the road ten steps away could not be seen clearly.

Qiu Ye stopped the car, her nerves were tense, her heart was in her throat, and her eyes slowly swept from one side to the other.

The last time he encountered this kind of vision, he saw Dylan, the dragon man disguised as the senior of the smelting department.

There was a faint light in the distance, and a silhouette-like person appeared in the lingering mist, approached slowly, and stopped in front of Qiu Ye.

It was a strange face, tall and handsome, with deep facial features, and his skin was so pale that there was no blood. The most vivid thing was his eyes, which were blood red and blood red, as if filled with fresh blood.

He obviously didn't know him, but Qiuye felt very familiar: "Dylan?"

Dylan laughed, his teeth white.

"You showed up again?"

"I'm here to see you."

Dylan was obviously speaking in front of him, but the voice seemed to be right next to his ears.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Qiuye's hand hidden in his sleeve transformed into a dagger, "You almost killed me, or is this your purpose?"

"Look at what you said, it's so ruthless." Dylan reached out and touched Qiu Ye's face, his hands were icy cold, "Are you happy living among humans? What are you doing sitting in this ridiculous wheelchair?"

Qiu Ye turned her head in disgust: "Stop talking nonsense, I am a human being."

"Tsk tsk, it's just that you think so, you are our companion, you shouldn't kill your companion, I am very sad."

Qiu Ye greeted Dylan: "I am a human being. My father has been resisting the dragon people all his life. I will continue his unfinished business. Although I don't know why you always come to me, but you can't fool me." I!"

"Your father? Qiu Xingyao?"

Akiba closed her lips tightly.

Dylan bent down, face to face, blood-red eyes were close at hand, and the corner of his mouth drew an exaggerated arc: "Or Ravenor?"

Qiu Ye gasped, and it was the first time that he mentioned his relationship with Ravenor from an outsider, which made his hair stand on end.

Dylan laughed loudly: "You already know, don't you? Did they tell you?"

"Who are they?" Qiuye asked, grinding her teeth.

"The supporters of Ravenor, the lost Legion of Glory, stupid human beings." Dylan's smile deepened, "Didn't they tell you? Ravenor is the Dragon Man!"

Qiu Ye's face turned pale, and Ning raised her eyebrows: "You are talking nonsense!"

"Hehe, do you know how Ravenor died? It was because Emperor Solomon suspected him, but couldn't find any evidence, so he planned to frame him to death. Don't you want to avenge your father?"

"Don't say it anymore!"

"Ah! Maybe they don't know Ravenor's identity! That's right, how could he tell his true identity? He certainly dare not, he wants to establish an image! If people know that the great hero Ravenor is the devil Dragon people, how many people's beliefs will collapse? That's why he dare not!"

"Enough! Say no more! I won't believe you!"

"See clearly who your real enemy is." Dylan straightened up and stepped back, "I'll wait for your return."

Dylan gradually walked away and disappeared into the thick fog. The white fog dissipated, and Qiu Ye was still on the campus, not far from the herbal medicine shop.

As if nothing had happened, that person disappeared without a trace, and there was no trace of his presence.

How could Marshal Ravenor be a dragonman?This is absolutely impossible!Akiba sullenly.

Although Boss Jin told him that Lei Wennuo was his father, he still felt very strange and alienated. This name is sacred and glorious, more like a symbol, a kind of belief.But he believes in Qiu Xingyao. In contrast, Qiu Xingyao feels more like a father. Whenever he thinks of him, his heart is always warm. The person Qiu Xingyao's father likes is absolutely impossible to be the cruel and ferocious dragon man. race!

Back in the dormitory, Su Tongyang had already kneaded the dough.

"Why is your face so ugly, are you tired?" Su Tongyang could tell at a glance that something was wrong with Qiuye.

Akiba shook her head.

"If you are tired, stop here today and continue tomorrow."

Qiu Ye cheered up and rolled up her sleeves: "Come on! Let's continue! Making money is important, let's die!"

-

The two of them spent a whole week without sleep to develop the pastry.They finally determined the cooking methods of three pastries, namely crystal cake, wagashi and macaron.

A small tasting was held in their dorm, with three exquisite pastries served on a disc.

One of the crystal cakes is purple sweet potato stuffed roses made by Su Tongyang. The taste is sweet and soft.

One piece of wagashi is in the shape of cherry blossoms, pink and delicious, one piece is like a cut bamboo joint, emerald green with tea fragrance, and the other is four-leaf clover, with delicate leaves stretching quietly.

Macarons are colorful, rose red, apple green, lemon yellow, dazzling.

Feng Qi and You Zixun stared at the cakes on the table dumbfounded, unable to bear to eat.

Feng Lin had already finished eating what was in front of him, and looked at Feng Qi tearfully with puffed cheeks: "Brother, you don't like sweets, do you? If you don't want to eat, let me eat."

Feng Qi glared at him.

Feng Lin turned to Su Tongyang tremblingly, and smiled obsequiously: "Xiaoyang, are there more?"

"Oh, yes, I'll bring it to you." Su Tongyang got up and went to the kitchen to get it, Feng Lin couldn't wait, and followed directly.

Qiu Ye looked at Feng Qi and You Zixun expectantly: "How is it? How is the taste? How is the effect?"

You Zixun took a bite of the rose-red macaron: "Well, it's so delicious. It reminds me of a lady who also liked to add a lasting effect to the pastry when I was a child. Her pastry can last for 10 minutes. Yours can last for [-] minutes. how long?"

"Not too long, two hours." Qiu Ye raised two fingers.

"Ahem..." You Zixun choked.

Feng Qi picked up a piece of chrysanthemum crystal cake: "What kind of blessing effects can you do?"

"Basic speed, strength, and recovery are all good. The effect is worse than conventional medicine, about half. The biggest disadvantage is that the medicine will gradually evaporate and reduce its effect after 48 hours, and it will become ordinary food after 72 hours. I have tried my best. Improved formula, but still only so far.”

"Cough cough cough..." You Zixun was choked again, "The longest I've ever seen was 12 hours, but you can actually last for 48 hours? Qiuye, I underestimated you before."

Feng Qi took a sip, the crystal was smooth and tender, the mung beans were sweet and fragrant, and a quiet medicinal fragrance came to his nostrils: "How much are you going to sell?"

This was also a question for Qiuye to hesitate. He carefully raised a finger and looked at the expressions of the two of them.

"A thousand?" You Zixun nodded.

Akiba shyly said, "One hundred..."

"Cough cough cough..."

Feng Qi put down the crystal cake and wiped his hands: "It's sold for five hundred pieces, and the limit is fifty pieces per day."

"Five hundred?" Qiuye asked in surprise, "This is just a bite-sized snack, so can you sell it at such a high price?"

"Don't worry, some of them are rich people, and they will buy them even if they are more expensive, but you want to do long-term business." Feng Qi glanced at You Zixun as if nothing happened.

"Let me do the math." Akiba showed his mathematical ability, "Five hundred and fifty in a day is 30, and 75 days in a month is... ah, 50! After excluding the cost, it can be 25. Each of us has 20 yuan, and Tongyang pays [-] yuan a month...and there is a surplus of [-] yuan! My God! It’s too profitable!"

"It's just that if you sell it every day, you will work harder..."

"As long as there is money to make, there is no need to worry about hard work!" Qiu Ye's eyeballs turned into gold.

"There is one more problem right now." Feng Qi said, "It is to let everyone know about your pastries. It is best for people to see the real effect, so that people will come to buy them."

Qiuye racked her brains, and snapped her fingers after a flash of inspiration: "I have a good idea."

"what?"

Qiu Ye smiled and patted Feng Qi's shoulder: "This method requires your cooperation, Legion Commander."

-

The final exam for the first semester of entering the Royal Military Academy is here. This short semester can be described as ups and downs for Qiuye, but for his whole life, it is just a corner.

He is taking the history of empire exam, and there is a question to fill in the blanks in front of him: "The highest position that Solomon's hero Ravenor once held was, the legion he once led was, the name of the battle he sacrificed, and the year of birth and death were."

Seeing her father's name in this way, Qiuye felt extremely emotional.Dylan's pale face flashed past, he shook his head, and filled in the blanks: Field Marshal, Legion of Glory, Black Vortex, 1969-1999.

Lei Wennuo, Qiu Xingyao, and Qiu Ye silently recited these two names, and the corners of their naturally upturned mouths curved even deeper.

The exam is divided into two days, the first day is a theoretical class, and the second day is a practical class.

When it was time for the practical exam the next day, a lively incident happened in the school. Akiba's pastry workshop put out the first advertisement.

"Students of the Shining Legion, please come here to get a snack, students of the Shining Legion, please come here to get a snack..." A loudspeaker played a few words in a loop.

As soon as the theoretical exam was over, Qiuye and Su Tongyang raced against time to cook more than 1000 servings of wagashi, guaranteeing that every student of the Shining Legion would have one. With Feng Qi's assistance, Qiuye organized some students to distribute at the entrances of several examination rooms. .

So as long as you see someone holding a wagashi in the examination room, you will know that it is from the Shining Legion. Students from other legions saw the exquisite pastries in their hands, and they were very greedy and discussed in low voices.

"What is this? The exam benefits of the Shining Legion?"

"What a beautiful dim sum, it looks delicious!"

"Giving out pastries? Isn't their treatment too good? If I had known earlier, I would have gone to the Shining Legion."

Since the formation of the three major legions, it is inevitable that there will be comparisons and competitions among them, and the results of the final exam will also become part of the legion assessment.

This is Qiu Ye's idea. The members of the Shining Legion will bring blessings to the examination room. Whether it is fighting assessment, machine combat assessment or refining assessment, they will improve compared to the state without blessings.

The results of the assessment were announced. The overall score of the Shining Legion in practical subjects was 20.00% higher than the other two legions, which was ten percentage points lower than the 30.00% that Akiba expected. After investigation, it turned out that the pastries looked too good Eat, some people can't stand the exam and eat the pastries ahead of time, so that the blessing effect has disappeared by the time of the exam.

Their pastries are an instant hit, delicious and delicate, not only satisfies the appetite, but also improves the strength, it is simply a fetish!

"This is cheating!" The students from the other two legions were dissatisfied.

However, the school's examination regulations only stipulated not to take blessed medicines, but not to eat blessed foods, so the school had no choice.In the end, the school had to revise the school rules and added the word food into the discipline of the examination room, but the previous results were a foregone conclusion and could not be revised.This year's practical results are the highest in the school's history, unprecedented, and never surpassed, of course, this is a story.

That night, Qiuye and Su Tongyang slumped on the sofa, desperately making snacks and taking care of their own exams, the two of them were exhausted.

Su Tongyang didn't even want to move his fingers: "I think I'm dying!"

The autumn leaves rotted on the sofa like a puddle of mud: "I'm already dead, remember to burn the paper for me."

"I didn't expect the effect to be so good! The extra pastries were snatched away!" As soon as the exam was over, Su Tongyang was surrounded by people, asking when his pastry workshop would open, "It seems that we really You can make some money with this.”

Qiu Ye patted Su Tongyang's chest: "Be bold, we can make a lot of money from this in the future! Our pastries cannot be copied. As long as they want to win the competition and increase the success rate of refining, they will come to buy our pastries."

Su Tongyang smiled comfortably, and the beautiful almond eyes smiled into a beautiful shape: "Thank you, Qiuye, in fact, it all depends on you. The dim sum I made by myself can't sell so much money at all, it's all because of you..."

"Hey, what are you talking about, I'm almost blushing." Qiu Ye twisted awkwardly, "I said, we are good friends! If I don't help you, who will help you? If I don't help you, I will help who?"

Su Tongyang looked at Qiuye with a brighter smile on his face.

Qiu Ye continued to lie on the sofa with his legs up and sketched the future: "From now on, we will do a little every night. Yesterday, the quantity was too much and too intense. It would be easy if there were [-], and it would not take much time to solve it. It just needs to be done soon." It's a holiday, and the workshop will not be officially operated until the new school year, which is a bit regrettable, but then we can organize some free food tasting activities."

"Well, no problem."

"Also, do we want to name our workshop? For example..."

"Attention all students! Urgent assembly! Attention all students! Urgent assembly! The school is under attack, repeat, the school is under attack, urgent assembly!"

The two of them couldn't finish talking, and a warning sound suddenly sounded on the campus radio.

Qiu Ye suddenly bounced off the sofa: "What's going on? What's going on?"

Su Tongyang also jumped up: "We were attacked?"

"This is the Imperial Capital Star! How is it possible..."

"Urgent muster! Urgent muster!" repeated over and over on the radio.

"Let's go!" Qiuye picked up the uniform thrown on the ground and rushed out of the dormitory, Su Tongyang followed closely.

A large wave of students poured out of the dormitory, some of them were already sleeping on the bed, they hurriedly climbed up and put on their pants while running and jumping with their clothes in their mouths, some were taking a shower with their clothes wet Bubbles, in short, have all kinds of strange shapes.

"Dragon man? Is it a dragon man?"

Panicked expressions appeared on their faces, and the fear of being attacked by the dragon men on the return journey from the military exercise resurfaced in their hearts, and the memory of their classmate's tragic death at the hands of the magic dragon men was brought back again.

This is the capital star!If this place can be attacked by the dragon people, what about other planets?I can't even imagine it!

The students ran to the square outside the dormitory area like a nest of ants. It is not very accurate to say that they ran. Some people can almost describe it as fleeing.

The sky was oppressively dark, the starlight was obscured by thick clouds, the trees were motionless, the air pressure was so low that it was breathless, and the students were noisy like a flock of chaotic and disorderly birds.

On the square, three fighters stand at the forefront. The golden fighter in the middle is printed with a sacred emblem, which represents the Holy Legion of Safirol. The shining emblem is printed on the fighter plane, representing Fengqi's Shining Legion.

Qiu Ye looked up at the bright stars on the shining emblem, and seemed to realize something.

This is bound to be a restless night.