Chapter 396 Alchemical Flame

"My talent?" Fan Lin asked, "I didn't realize how much talent I have in alchemy."

"This is the best proof." Nicoléme said, a blazing golden flame rose in his palm.

This reminded Fanlin of something.

Fan Lin's thoughts moved, and along with the flow of the Merlin circle carved in his body, a blue-white flame appeared in Fan Lin's palm.

"Yes, that's it." Nicoléme said, "You are the only person I have ever seen who condensed the alchemical flame when he first came into contact with alchemy."

"Alchemy flame?" Fan Lin asked, "Isn't this a means of attack?"

"Of course it is a means of attack." Nicoléme said. "There is no doubt that this flame is powerful enough, but it is not just that."

Nicolas Flamel took two pieces of metal from somewhere.

"The wonderful uses of this flame are naturally not limited to these." Nicoléme said, he threw a piece of metal into the flame in his palm. In just a few seconds, a piece of metal printed with golden cloud patterns appeared. In front of Fan Lin.

"Change the nature?" Fan Lin said in surprise. Only then did he understand why everything made by Nicoléme had the texture of gold. Based on the magic power, Nicoléme's nature had been completely finalized. .

I have to say that this is also a kind of sadness, and Nicoléme lost the capital to explore further.

"Yes, it means changing its properties." Nicoléme said, "This is the most basic piece of magic silver, and through my processing, the golden moire gives it the properties of gold."

"Then my..." Fan Lin looked at the flame in his palm. He had used the flame of his heart before, but it only attacked simple things. Naturally, nothing could withstand the burning of Fan Lin's magic flame.

"Of course yours will work too." Nicoléme said, throwing another piece of magic silver towards Fan Lin.

"This can be considered my first teaching." Nicoléme said, "It's actually very simple. You just need to put the magic silver into the flames."

"Is it that simple?" Fan Lin wondered, was this the first teaching of alchemy?

"You can try." Nicoléme said, with a playful smile on his lips, which reminded Fan Lin of Sirius, the signature joke of the upper class?

Fan Lin felt that his head was a little confused.

Fan Lin shook his head. He couldn't think about those messy things. At least he wanted to try what Nicoléme called alchemy.

Fan Lin carefully controlled the flames of magic power to engulf the magic silver. He suddenly had a strange feeling, as his magic power seemed to be continuously absorbed into the magic silver.

"Feel the veins of metal. You have to remember that each piece of metal has its own unique life form. Use your flame to repeatedly temper it, and your magic power to form a brush to outline a mark that is unique to you."

"A mark that is unique to me?" Fan Lin was curious, "Is it the shape or..."

"You'll find out when you succeed," Nicoléme said.

The blue-white flames burned the magic silver, and waves of cold air continued to spread. Fan Lin could really feel that the magic silver was constantly changing in his hands, even if it was covered with a layer of frost. Fine ice crystals.

"Your flame is very special. It can be seen that your magical properties are also very unique. Is it a Chinese spell?" Nicoléme asked, and there seemed to be light shining in his eyes.

"Yes." Fan Lin said, "This is the best way for me."

"It looks good." Nicoléme said, tapping his finger lightly, a little flame separated from Fan Lin's hand uncontrollably.

"Nick..." Fan Lin just wanted to stop this behavior, but he soon discovered that his worries were completely unnecessary.

Fanlin's flames were restless in Nicoléme's palm, and Fanlin noticed that Nicoléme's entire palm had turned golden.

"It's unusually cold, but it's still a fire. It's very contradictory," Nicoléme said. "But it's still magical."

"Magical." Fan Lin smiled, "I have to say that I am very conflicted when using the flame type. Now it is difficult to transform into a normal flame."

"It's enough when you strip away the most fundamental part of magic power." Nicoléme said, his magic flame began to spread continuously, and soon in the golden center, a fiery red flame emerged. The palm of his hand.

"It seems that you just need some time." Nicoléme said, "But before that, I think we need to test your results."

Nicoléme said that he pulled Fanlin's magic silver out of the flames. Regarding the judgment of metals, it was obvious that Fanlin could not be compared with Nicoléme.

"It looks pretty good," Nicoléme said.

The original magic silver was in a semi-crystalline state, and frost-white cloud patterns appeared on the magic silver one after another.

It's just that compared to the metal blocks refined by Nicoléme, neither the density of the cloud patterns nor the regular order of arrangement are far behind. It's like a child and an old master (old man). (driver), the gap has to be said...

Fan Lin suddenly felt very ashamed. Compared with the master's works, his works were really ugly.

"It doesn't have to be this way," said Nicoléme. "This is far beyond my expectations."

"What characteristics does he have?" Fan Lin asked.

"If my guess is correct." Nicoléme pressed the magic silver against the wall next to him. With the magic silver as the center, a layer of frost quickly spread outward.

"The effect is good," Nicoléme said, "and the power is not bad."

Fan Lin saw the circular frost with a diameter of nearly one meter on the wall. He never thought that such simple processing could make a piece of magic silver explode with such powerful power.

"It seems that the magic power is exhausted." Nicoléme said, he threw the magic silver back, and the semi-crystallized magic silver became dim at this moment.

"This is the wonderful effect of alchemy. Now it seems that my choice was not wrong. I believe that you will not let me down, at least in terms of alchemy."

Nicoléme said that he seemed to be very satisfied with Fanlin's performance.

"Alchemy is indeed magical, and I'm looking forward to The Book of Abraham even more." Fan Lin said.

"Of course, everyone will yearn for it." Nicoléme said, "Then, as you wish." (To be continued)