Chapter 250 Liszt's Traditional Alchemy

[Please invite the next candidate, Liszt Munn, to enter the Alchemy Examination Room No. 17]

The blood servant's sharp claws rubbed against the wooden door, and layers of sawdust fell off. The bright candle shadow swayed in the restaurant.

Liszt Munn wore a snow-white tuxedo, a tall bowler hat and a double-breasted button-down shirt. He looked as graceful as a real aristocrat. The cold moon shadow outside the blinds was cut into broken light by the mosaic glass. , the sparkling light reflected his quiet profile.

Like a deep and elegant noble man.

Before he entered the scene, he also used sex change magic.

When the citizens of Farore saw Liszt's appearance, they suddenly raised their last hope for the Alchemy Holy See. This young man seemed to be gentle and gentle, and he should not be able to do vulgar operations like Arthur.

It’s impossible, the Alchemy Holy See are all perverts, right?

The citizens had the most sincere expectations in their hearts, but the first two people were just too outrageous.

It was clearly said to be alchemy, but the flames used for alchemy were not even used.

Especially that blonde with long hair, can it be called the fire of the sun when it gets angry?

The other boy went even further. Not only was there no fire, he even froze directly.

Liszt finally lived up to their expectations, but saw that after the noble prince finished reading the alchemy circuit diagram, he thought for a while, pushed up his glasses, smiled gracefully, put his hands on the alchemy table, recited a magic spell, and the flames were rising. Burning.

Make a fire!

It’s not that I have a stomachache!

It is a fire in the traditional sense.

The alchemist priests who invigilated the examination had tears in their eyes.

They had been invigilating the exam for so many years, and for the first time they felt gratified that an alchemist had given birth to a flame. The flame was truly a symbol of civilization.

If the birth on the border continues to be such a disaster, people will think that alchemists don't need fire to make gold.

Seeing that Liszt finally gave birth to a flame, many priests felt that this should be stable. This boy should be a good student. He would definitely be able to make alchemy honestly and would not follow those crooked ways.

He must be the kind of traditional aristocrat with upright roots.

In the noble area, the voice of Marquis Norman, the head of the Moon Family, sounded from behind the Grand Duke of the Sun and Count Carlo.

"Oh."

"You two, let's take a look at Quanzi's performance."

"This is the style of a traditional noble."

The Marquis Norman smiled softly. His Majesty the Marquis can be said to be the number one in the imperial capital's social circle, and also one of the most influential figures. As soon as he came to the imperial capital, two ladies came to him with flowers to confide in their old feelings, and four men came to him with flowers. He was looking for revenge with a knife. A little girl pulled his trouser legs and cried, "Daddy, I finally found you."

"Quinzi?" Taigong scratched his head. He was a man of culture, but he was troubled by Norman's pronunciation. "Is that the wrong name? Shouldn't your son be called Monkey?"

"Why...?" Norman's smile froze. He felt that Grand Duke Annan was deliberately provoking the honor of the Moon family.

"Because you are the Norman Monkey Lord." The Grand Duke was a little confused. He just couldn't talk to these illiterate people. He turned around and asked Carlo, "You think so, Lord Carlo."

Norman Monkey Lord's smile was relieved. Annan did not deliberately provoke him, but simply had a low level of education.

Count Carlo shrugged indifferently, indicating that he had no objection.

Not only did he not discriminate against Grand Duke Annan, but he felt that being uneducated was the basic quality that a great noble should have, and he suffered the disadvantage of being too literate.

"In short, you two." Marquis Norman smiled gracefully, "Respecting tradition is the foundation of a family. The children of the Moon family will never do anything that deviates from tradition or violate taboos. Alchemy should be done Use fire."

He admired the rising flames on Liszt's hand and smiled proudly, "This is the style of a noble family!"

Seeing the honest Liszt, all the examiners felt relieved.

This young man neither froze the holy water nor drank the holy water. Instead, he honestly refined it with flames. It seems that there should be no accidents in this exam.

[There are still twenty-eight minutes until the seal is broken]

"Please witness my traditional alchemy."

"Please take a look, what is the style of a noble?"

There was an elegant smile on Liszt's lips. What he was going to show the world was the traditional alchemy he was proud of. Traditional alchemy should use traditional flames!

Holy water cannot be carried by non-living things;

Therefore, it is difficult to refine it into weapons.

Only a large amount of holy water entering the blood servant's body can destroy its immortality.

It must enter the blood servant's body. But in order to guard against the sneak attack of the holy water, the blood servant usually does not open its mouth.

After Liszt summarized the above difficult points, he fell into long and long thinking. Countless thoughts collided in his mind. When he fell into the confusion of thinking, the traditional spirit of the Moon Family that lasted for thousands of years completely overwhelmed Liszt. Woke up.

He also realized it.

Liszt realized clearly that he should not be opportunistic. The skills passed down by his ancestors have passed the test of thousands of years, so naturally they should be the best way. Fire should be used in alchemy, and he should honestly follow the traditional path.

The Moon Family has been a family outstanding in water magic since ancient times, and Liszt's understanding of holy water has reached its highest peak!

His eyes became more determined, and the flames rose further, heading towards the Holy Grail bottle containing five liters of holy water. When the alchemists saw this scene, their eyes lit up. This traditional opening move showed that this child wanted to refine the properties of holy water so that it could be integrated into the weapon.

They looked forward to Lister's next move.

Was he going to add magic solvent to the Holy Grail bottle to change the properties of the holy water?

Or was he going to directly add mithril to the Holy Grail bottle and fuse it with traditional techniques?

Time passed bit by bit, and the alchemists waited patiently.

[Twenty minutes before the seal is broken]

Eight minutes passed, and Lister still did not take the next step.

Nine minutes passed, and because Lister continued to heat it with flames, the Holy Grail bottle became very hot, and ripples gradually appeared on the surface of the holy water.

Ten minutes passed, and the holy water boiled.

The pupils of the alchemists trembled, and they suddenly had an ominous premonition!

Time passed by minute by minute. With the continuous heating, the boiling of holy water became more and more serious. Bubbles began to bubble up, and misty hot air rose from the water surface.

Not my buddy

Bishop Morgan blinked her eyes, as if she had guessed what Liszt was going to do.

The holy water boiled to the extreme, and large pieces of holy water were evaporated into gas, rushing to the top of the bottle mouth!

With an elegant smile on his lips, Liszt put his hands down and instantly took out a piece of pure white cloth, tore off the breathable layer, re-woven it, and put it on the huge bottle mouth, gathering all the corners of the cloth and tightening it to make a pocket.

At first, the pocket was still soft. As the holy water continued to evaporate, gas continued to pour in. In the eyes of everyone's horror, the pocket gradually expanded and became bigger and bigger.

Finally,

it became a balloon.

The whole five liters of holy water were all evaporated by Lister, turned into gas, and all entered the Holy Infant's Anle. Because the Holy Infant's Anle has extremely strong elasticity, even with so much gas, it still did not burst it.

But despite this, it has expanded to the limit.

After all, the density of gas is lower than that of water. The volume of gas transformed from five liters of holy water is far more than five liters.

The most important point is that

When he first fought against Ashley, Lister mentioned that the Holy Infant's Anle was made of feathers of the second-level monster water demon duck, all of which belong to biological materials, so it happened to be able to accommodate holy water.

[Room Task 1, Traditional Redemption Long Blade, Completed]

[Traditional Redemption Long Blade]

[Ordinary Intermediate]

[Effect: After evaporating a large amount of holy water, the holy water gas bomb made by collecting gas will escape once it breaks. If the dark creature inhales the holy water gas through the mouth and nose, its immortality will be broken]

All the priests watching the battle were silent.

They blinked their eyes, unable to believe what they saw.

This. What kind of traditional alchemy is this?

It does use traditional flames, but that's all!

Ansu's ice alchemy made the Redemption Blade, although it was made of ice, it looked like a sword. Arthur's sun alchemy made the Redemption Blade, which could also be considered a long sword from a biological point of view.

Your entire holy water gas bomb, whether in terms of shape or biology, is completely different!

Lister chuckled. This was the elegance of a traditional noble. He gently heated the holy water gas bomb, maintaining the high temperature inside to prevent the gas from re-liquefying. He turned around and broke the seal of the door, and then calmly stepped back a few steps.

Without the obstruction of the seal, the wooden door was as thin as a piece of paper in the claws of the blood slave, and it quickly broke through the seal.

All the blood and flesh on the body rushed in, and the bloodshot eyes were tightly opened, as if the horrible skills in the previous life were reminding it. It first glanced at Lister suspiciously, making sure that the latter had no signs of taking off his pants, and then looked at the things in his hands. There was no blade or anything like that, so it knew that this was a sure thing.

Especially Arthur's memory, no matter how the alchemist tried to eliminate it, it could not be wiped out completely.

That evil experience has penetrated into its bones.

Confirming that this time is foolproof, it closed its bloody mouth tightly, and it would never be poured into its mouth again, ensuring that not even a drop of holy water could enter, and then it pounced on Lister with a grim smile, and its sharp claws were about to tear him apart in an instant.

This time it is safe.

"Fate has led you here,"

Liszt was not afraid at all. He raised his hand and gently threw the Holy Infant Anle, which was filled with holy light gas, to the blood servant. The huge balloon drew a bright arc in the night sky and hit the blood servant's sharp claws directly, and exploded in an instant.

"You have completely lost to fate!"

With a loud bang, the balloon that had expanded to the limit burst, and the holy water gas that was suppressed to the limit overflowed instantly, covering the blood servant, like a fairyland with mist, constantly pouring out and sublimating.

Before entering the door, although the blood servant closed his mouth tightly, his nasal cavity was still wide open, after all, any living thing needs to breathe.

When the holy water gas bomb exploded, it suddenly inhaled a breath, and felt that the smell was refreshing, like the fragrance of mint, and wrapped in a faint spring water scent.

This breath of holy water gas entered my lungs, and my whole head felt dizzy, as if the world had become beautiful. I felt that my whole body was walking on a peaceful and comfortable paradise path, surrounded by beautiful pure white clouds.

Just one accidental bite and it couldn't stop.

It feels like the lungs are itching.

"This is the charm of our traditional alchemy." Liszt pushed up his glasses gracefully and took a deep breath. "Traditional alchemy is invincible."

Indeed, this time the traditionalists won.

Highly concentrated holy water is unpalatable, but diluted holy water is very attractive.

The blood servant knew that he had grown up again, and once again passed through the lungs to the extreme, inhaling the holy light gas into his lungs, and then spitting out the top gas from the nasal cavity. Every time he inhaled, he knew that he had fallen in love. tradition.

Although the holy water popsicles newly developed by Master Luo Xiaohei are delicious, and the tropical drinks developed by Master Arthur are also very good, the reformists are just a temporary wave after all, and tradition is the precipitation of time.

Just one bite and he was already convinced.

You must wake up and stop smoking.

Although its IQ is not high, it still warns itself deep in its heart.

The alveoli of the lungs have been burned by the holy water gas, causing burning pain. The gases rush along the trachea to various parts of the body, and the sacred attributes in it violently burn its other organs, and the vampire's immortality is rapidly evaporated.

The blood servant knew that this thing was harmful and was determined not to inhale it again, but the surrounding fog was filled with holy water gas. It wanted to hold its breath, so Liszt kicked it hard in the abdomen, and then continued I can't hold my breath either.

He took another deep breath of holy air.

It knelt down in pain, clutching its abdomen. It felt that it was getting more and more difficult to breathe and its thinking was getting more and more confused. It knew that it had lost, completely lost to tradition. Its vision was confused and its thinking was chaotic, as if Walking in the fairyland, you are about to ascend to the paradise of ghosts.

"Last question."

The blood servant stared at Liszt and still asked the ghost's last question,

"What brand are you so angry about?"

It felt like the air also had a tropical flavor.

"The Holy Infant's comfort card." Liszt sighed softly. He turned his back and walked gracefully, just like a real nobleman. "Remember, the first step of the saint is to wear diapers."

"I've been on fire lately," he explained.

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So it was like that, so it was like that, everything made sense, it closed its eyes in relief, turned into a pool of blood, and left this world peacefully.

This is so powerful that I want to buy this brand when I get rid of it - these are its last words.