Chapter 414 Alchemy Master

Chapter 414 Alchemy Master

Chapter 414 Alchemy Master
Castle classroom.

The A-level students who came to attend the class came in one after another and sat down in groups of three or five.

Most students below grade A are not eligible to attend the alchemy course taught by the chief instructor of the academy, except for a few talented apprentice seeds.

Normally, strength is directly proportional to control, and control is the foundation of alchemy. The main tasks of B-level and C-level students are to learn combat and survival skills, temper and increase their sinful energy, and improve their compatibility with the contracted abyss ghosts. In a sense, being exposed to alchemy too early is a waste of time.

Despite this, there are still people in the classroom who use various criminal methods to eavesdrop on the lessons.

This is because as long as one successfully advances to an alchemy apprentice, regardless of status or strength, one can receive treatment corresponding to an A-level evaluation. If one is lucky enough to become an alchemist, his or her status will be directly comparable to that of a great noble or legion commander, or even slightly higher.

Jiang He went straight to the last row and sat down. There was a lot of low conversation coming from the front, and students turned around to look from time to time.

"White hair color, quite rare."

"Why is the baroness following him like a tail?"

"Is this guy going to suddenly jump over and hit me?"

Jiang He ignored him and casually looked around the room.

A huge iron chandelier hangs above the ceiling, and the light of candles sways in the glass cover. The alchemical patterns on the surface are not difficult to engrave, but the technique is extremely exquisite. The effect is to increase the concentration of the thinking of intelligent creatures within the range.

Dozens of old oak desks are neatly arranged in the middle of the room, each equipped with two high-backed chairs with exquisite dark green patterns carved on the backs. The effect of suppressing negative emotions such as boredom, impatience and anxiety is extremely obvious.

The podium was located at the front of the room, made of a single piece of dark marble. Behind it was a huge blackboard. The bookshelves on both sides were filled with thick ancient books and parchment scrolls. The gold-plated text on the spines of the books flickered in the candlelight.

On the left side of the classroom was a row of arched windows. Various alchemical symbols and patterns were depicted on the stained glass. The faint light under the dark clouds shone through the glass and suddenly became warm and gentle. It was obvious that this was an alchemical matrix for energy recovery.

In the front left corner of the classroom is a small display area, displaying various instruments: glass flasks, copper distiller, gem-encrusted celestial globe, etc. The display cabinet itself is made of dark mahogany with more complex patterns.

“It’s extremely luxurious.”

Jiang He finally understood why nobles and military officers sent their children to the Ashes Academy for further studies. As soon as he sat down, four or five normal learning-related gains took effect. As the study time increased, the accumulated effect would become more and more obvious.

The silver-haired woman sat down on the high-backed chair next to her, took out her textbook, turned to Chapter 7, and gently pushed it to someone.

“The Relationship between Alchemical Symbolism and the Pattern Matrix.”

“Refine the techniques and practice them.”

Jiang He tilted his head and asked, "Have you learned about symbols?"

Lady Ash replied in a low voice: "It is now the last semester before graduation. The symbol was taught two years ago, for a total of seven years. The qualifications of this class of students are said to be very good. In the end, three or four people should be able to successfully graduate, which means they will be able to reach the level of quasi-alchemists."

On the road of alchemy, realizing that symbols are the foundation of alchemy means that you have basically reached the lowest baseline for an apprentice. Creating your first alchemical pattern, such as the Ouroboros pattern, means you are roughly at the level of an alchemist. Once you have created your own alchemical method, you can be promoted to a master, which is equivalent to founding a school.

"What is a quasi-alchemist?" Jiang He asked in surprise.

"They can successfully engrave matrix patterns, but they can't create original ones." Lady Ashes introduced to the newbies: "This kind of talent is capable of manufacturing weapons, repairing facilities, designing buildings, etc. Basically, they have been selected by various parties in the empire before graduation."

"quiet!"

The Alchemist Committee member suddenly said.

The castle classroom suddenly became quiet.

Jiang He felt a little curious. He had never been to college and his education only stopped at high school graduation. On the day when the admission letter came, he felt as if he had just returned from killing someone on an island.

Bang!

The front door of the classroom opens.

The smell of alcohol arrived before the figure appeared. The chief instructor was at least a golden creature, so his alcohol tolerance was naturally not "half a catty". His superhuman physique meant a strong abnormal resistance. The strong smell, as if soaked in a pool of wine, immediately hit him, and some female students couldn't help but blush on their faces.

“Alchemy is made up of symbols, and materials are just tools that carry symbols. Therefore, completely different materials can sometimes achieve the same results. In view of this commonality, alchemists use corresponding symbols, that is, pattern matrices, to simplify the alchemical process.”

"Using the pattern matrix reduces the demand for materials and the alchemy cycle. As a price, the effectiveness of the results is inevitably reduced. At the same time, there is a hidden premise. If you want to use the matrix directly, you must have the initial results corresponding to the symbol production. Otherwise, the pattern is just a ghost painting."

"Just like the '⊙' in the Ash Language represents the sun, the matrix pattern also has the nature of words. Weaving the patterns together is equivalent to piecing together words to form a sentence. The alchemical power that is finally presented is no different from the meaning conveyed by the sentence."

"Some of you may have some hope of becoming alchemists in the future, and creating your own pattern matrix, or alchemical pattern. This can be seen as creating a text that belongs to you."

“Only then can you be considered to have stepped onto the first step towards the upper echelons of society and be qualified to make a living with this craft.”

An extremely burly old man bumped into the classroom door frame and casually hung his cloak on the hanger. He was holding a wine barrel that was almost half a person's height in his hand, had two horns on his head, and a faint smell of sulfur lingered all over his body.

"Alchemical symbols and patterns are like food and tableware. You can certainly just use your hands to fill your stomach, but learning to use tableware is the symbol of the formation of civilization..."

Without giving the students any time to ask questions or even to refute, the chief instructor Acatli, or the Demon Lord of Fire Ramannaf, was busy with his rote teaching. In his opinion, if independent thinking ability needed to be cultivated, then this student was not born to be an alchemist.

Jiang He looked a little surprised.

The chief mentor was an acquaintance of his and also his guide to alchemy.

[Exclusive reminder for the Executor: You have encountered the specially-appointed scholar of the End - Flame Ramanf/Akatli (Demon language: Will be great in the end). This creature was extradited from the Remnant World to the Ashes World by the End Player Adventure Group (the remaining members of the Adventure Group were saved from the execution due to the failure of the battle)]
[Note: After the death of the first emperor, Ramanf of Flame stole the power of the empire. However, compared to the identity of the Speaker, the alchemy master is his real job. This master was hired by the End of the Battlefield to be in charge of the alchemy education of the talent base. In addition, for some reason, he seems to want to change this era]
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“… patterns are words, and the combination of patterns is a sentence, and the pattern formed by the combination of patterns is a chapter.”

Flame Ramanf walked up to the podium and glanced at someone inconspicuously. Before this guy arrived, his direct specialist had already shown him the crystal portrait, including the S-level assessment, which was also decided by him personally.

When they first met, Ramanov had a premonition that the other party would become an alcoholic. If that was the case, he should at least be an alchemist at this point.

The narration lasted for five hours without any interruption.

Ramanov didn't care at all whether the students understood or not. There were no exams or homework in the alchemy theory class, only academic reports at graduation.

There were quite a few A-level students scratching their heads. Lekri, a Thunder Sin magician who came from a noble family, could keep up at first, but halfway through, it was just a time for serious thinking, and as a result, his own ideas and the instructor's narration were completely different.

Lady Ashes felt dizzy after hearing this, but fortunately, as the only direct student of the former chief mentor, she already had the foundation of a quasi-alchemist, and she would have the opportunity to catch up and ask questions later.

"…In written sentences, there is a narrative technique called flashback. The same is true for the Alchemical Matrix…"

"For example, the reverse summoning array that is popular now."

Ramanuf pressed against the wall casually, and golden energy flowed out. Under extreme control, the energy formed countless patterns, which were then arranged into complex designs.

Bang!
As the pattern spread, a puff of black smoke rose.

Principal Ashes fell to the ground in a daze. Before he could react, Ramanuf flicked his fingers, and the alchemical matrix disappeared. The principal, who came here to serve as a teaching aid, returned to his original position.

There were low exclamations from the students. All kinds of alchemical matrices were at their fingertips. If they were all applied in combat, the actual effect would be very significant.

Ramanf said slowly, "Based on the principle of the reverse summoning array, the academy started to create the alchemical masterpiece Yuanmen ten years ago."

"This door will allow you to go directly from the academy to the Rusty Iron Fortress on the northern front. You can fight during the day and come back to rest and attend classes at night."

"Because of the Carmel attack a while ago, the main city of the Empire lost hundreds of thousands of people. The Obsidian Council has decided to launch a phased attack on the Theocracy's Fortress of Atonement. The Grand Commander will personally lead the Holy City Legion to the fortress." "Your mission is to accompany the army and garrison. The specific time is set before dawn tomorrow morning."

Faced with the sudden war, the students were very calm. Those who died of natural causes in the Age of Ashes were extremely rare, and the Sin Warlocks were constantly accompanied by hatred, so the probability of death and corruption was extremely high.

"Then, next, start refining the practical operations."

"Restore the various extraordinary components of the S-level Sin Energy Item as much as possible. If you can restore 30% of the components, you will become an alchemist."

"Amber, come up and demonstrate."

Ramanov pointed to the Golden Abyss Ghost Spine and the Alchemical Testing Hourglass on the podium. The former was an S-level material, and when converted into a battlefield evaluation it would be considered perfect.

In the last row, Jiang He stood up upon hearing this.

If it were any other alchemy instructor, he wouldn't even bother to pay attention to such a thing that had no obvious benefits. However, like the Gun King III in the Ancient Martial Arts World, Ramanof Flame had a semi-mentorial relationship after all. As long as it didn't involve life and death or fundamental interests, he didn't mind cooperating.

As the legendary S-Class stood up, the eyes of the entire classroom turned to him. Lekeli seemed to have thought of something, and a hint of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

According to logical reasoning, firstly, the performance of this freshman on the day of the combat drill was outstanding, and he showed a very bad temper. Secondly, it was rumored that the other party killed the fusion of Emperor Yuan Gui and Cardinal, and his combat power was obvious to all. Facing such a monster, the possibility of the chief instructor humiliating him or embarrassing him in public was almost zero.

After all, this kind of humiliation has no practical significance and will only make enemies. Even if there are old grudges between the two sides, such means are too low and will only make people laugh at them.

So in short, in the eyes of the Chief Instructor, S-level already possesses the qualities of an alchemist.

Reckles stared at someone's figure. He didn't want to believe that after six or seven years of hard work, he couldn't even see the other person's back. However, his aristocratic education since childhood told him that the result was already determined.

The best students are often picked for public demonstrations. Almost all the students present understood this principle, including Lady Cinder, and everyone paid the utmost attention to it.

Ramanf looked at the visitor, his rough face looking quite stern, and warned: "Every failed alchemy means a loss, and loss often leads to failure. Only by staying calm in the face of pressure can you break out of this vicious circle."

"Let's leave the warnings to the young people."

Jiang He snapped his fingers and a black sun appeared.

Ramanov's face darkened, and he quickly reached forward with his left hand to create his masterpiece, the Anti-Domain Magic Matrix. Domains were usually used to decide life and death. He really couldn't understand how to open a domain through daily alchemy, what was the difference between this and blowing up a dry toilet with a nuclear bomb.

Ramanf's fire domain became fragmented in an instant. What was supposed to be a spherical domain turned into iron chains that tightly bound the Black Sun Domain before it could expand.

This is a technology that transcends the armor of the domain, and is also a variation of the domain confrontation. It has evolved from a confrontation between the two sides, each occupying half, to an internal and external confrontation, which is like a seal.

Before the students realized what was happening, Jiang He canceled Black Day and raised his brows slightly.

"The realm is my alchemical tool."

Ramanov secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He had never felt such a heavy domain on ordinary gold and gold elites. Simply comparing the quality of the domain, the opponent could actually be comparable to some peak ones. It was simply unbelievable. No wonder he could kill Emperor Yuan Gui.

"Hasn't anyone taught you the basic techniques of a gold alchemist?" Ramanf said unhappily, "Learn from me."

The alchemists of that era would naturally not ignore the iconic ability of the golden creatures. The power of the domain represented the specialty of the golden creatures to some extent.
A layer of fire appeared on the surface of Ramanf's palm, like a set of gauntlet. He took out a spare Abyss Ghost spine and refined the liquid immediately. He also used the reverse summoning array to select dozens of materials from his private warehouse and created a serrated sword of perfect quality on the spot.

Hourglass display: restoration degree 99%.

"A restoration degree of more than 80% is basically the level of a master alchemist, and 100% means perfection." Ramanov threw the sword to Lady Ash and said, "It's your turn. I want to see the limit of your ability."

In just two or three minutes, a perfect sword was quickly forged. Many students couldn't help but exclaim in amazement. Lekeli was even more amazed. If the chief instructor was willing to serve the family occasionally, within two generations, the strength of the entire family would expand several times.

On the podium, Jiang He easily materialized the gauntlet. This technique was nothing more than a simplification of the Domain Armor.

Ramanf narrowed his eyes and urged, “Hurry up.”

Jiang He held Yuan Gui's spine.

Just as the students were staring intently, intending to learn from the experience of refining the materials, a perfect sword suddenly appeared.

Ramanfu: "..."

What the hell are you kid.

Lady Ash: "..."

What about the materials? What about the liquid? What about the technique?
Lakeman: “Huh???”

The classroom suddenly fell silent.

The next moment, the numbers on the hourglass began to rise, exceeding 100% at the start, and finally shattered when they reached an unreasonable 1000%.

Ramanfu's expression was complicated: "How much more can you do?"

Jiang He weighed the sword and replied, "You can choose any effect you want. You only need some guidance from the materials. A little bit will do. Also, the shape is not limited to the sword."

As soon as he finished speaking, the perfect sword turned into a shield, and then into a bow and arrow. Its main special effects changed from extremely sharp, to extremely strong, to extremely armor-breaking.

Raman was silent. He had already seen the clue.

If a normal alchemist converts extraordinary materials into words, then the other party converts them into ink. The combination of words has fixed restrictions, but ink does not, and can be written and refined at will.

It seems that the two are only one step away, but in fact, there is a gap between the origin and the surface. The absolute control over the most primitive extraordinary factors is filled with insatiable desires that go straight to the root. The path of alchemy is just one of the manifestations of this power.

——Integrate all the extraordinary itself.

Ramanuf saw through someone's true nature, and because of this, he could not understand it even more. After all, this was definitely not a power that could be controlled by gold, gods, or even rulers.

"I'll give you a piece of advice." Ramanf said meaningfully: "Find a way to shut up all the guys who know the truth of what happened today, otherwise you may be waiting for endless attacks in the future."

Jiang He shook his head and said indifferently: "It's not necessary."

Big powers in the boundless void like the Church of Temperance know about the birth of Gluttony, so they probably also know what they should know. As the Lord of Origin in the eyes of other battlefield players, if he keeps hiding, he will eventually be abandoned. Sometimes, showing one's own value can make one live a very comfortable life.

When it is time to be reckless, he will be invincible in the battle; when it is time to be timid, he will just hide in the border and never go out. He has always been able to grasp the balance of dynamic changes.

Ramanuja remained silent and could only say so much.

You could hear a pin drop in the classroom of the ancient castle, and the S-class actually demonstrated an alchemy level that was not inferior to that of the chief instructor.

At this moment, Rickley's mentality became abnormally calm.

There is no comparison, and there is no need to compare. The S-level is just the lord who is high above everyone else, but there is only one after all. I am still very good. I should just live my life as usual and pretend that nothing happened.

"Today's class ends here. There's something wrong with the equipment." Ramanf said seriously, "I'm a man who cares about my reputation. If the scandal caused by this kind of malfunction gets out, you'll have to bear the consequences yourself. Also, don't forget to gather and set off tomorrow morning. get out of class dismissed."

The students looked at each other in bewilderment. The veiled threat from the master alchemist made everyone feel unfamiliar and frightened.

(End of this chapter)