Chapter 139: Alchemist Rasel

  There are many types of spellcasters and not just mages, all professions that use magic can be called spellcasters. And according to their different professions, the fluctuations of magical power on the body of spellcasters are also different, which is why Riz can identify their respective professions at a glance, he didn't recognize the identity of his opponents like outsiders do, relying solely on visual inspection.

  The middle-aged man with a goatee, his magical aura fluctuated steadily, like the calm surface of water without any ripples, and only the energy emanating from him could be felt. This is something that an excellent alchemist must possess, as they need to accurately construct magic arrays.

  Just like a skilled craftsman has a very steady hand, a high-level alchemist's control over magic is also precise. They will control every thread and every strand of magic within their own body, without recklessly dispersing it everywhere like other spellcasters do. The level of skill of an alchemist can also be discerned from how they grasp magic.

  "So that's what makes him an excellent alchemist." Mo Yan listened roughly to Riesz's explanation, looked at the goatee and nodded: "I'd like to know how an alchemist can be wanted by other countries. Without any combat power, what kind of crime could they have committed? Hey, what's your name, tell me about your experience."

  "Alright, sir." The alchemist seemed somewhat reluctant, as if he didn't really want to bring up his past. But a person under another's roof cannot help but lower their head, and the alchemist who had committed crimes in Malo was forced to explain why he was being pursued by Malo. After all, he had come from far away, taking risks to get here, and if he couldn't be accepted by Reizenkai, then he would have to take a risk and try his luck in Carthage instead, where the attitude towards people from Malo... wasn't very friendly at present.

  As the alchemist spoke, Mo Yan roughly understood the crimes he had committed and pushed Aili behind him, not letting her be exposed to the alchemist's gaze. The alchemist's name was Lazelle, originally a somewhat famous alchemist in Malo City, even the royal family would occasionally ask him to custom-make magical items.

  However, it was precisely this reputation that brought him trouble. First of all, Lazurel liked lolis, those girls who were only eleven or twelve years old and had not yet reached adulthood, they were the objects he liked the most. Of course, such things are nothing in the Hill continent, after all, fifteen-year-olds are considered marriageable age, and eleven or twelve is no big deal.

  However, the problem lies in his reputation, because his talent is recognized by the Marlo royal family, and orders from other nobles are endless, which makes the alchemist in his workshop jealous. The man thinks that his technique is better than Lazell's, but he has not gained a reputation like Lazell's in Marlo City, so he decides to get rid of this annoying guy named Lazell.

  Then the dog-blooded plot happened, and a frame-up by an enemy forced the wrongly accused alchemist to flee, bearing the sin of slaughtering a noble girl. After hiding in the eastern provinces for a while, Lazell heard about the recruitment of Thundercliff, so he came here after trekking mountains and rivers.

  "It's a great story." Mo Yan clapped his hands and smiled, saying: "And your acting skills, whether it's language or expression, are all done very well, just like something really happened. If one day you don't want to be an alchemist, becoming an actor at the Thunder Cliff Theater is also a good choice, I guarantee you'll be very popular."

  "Don't you believe me?" Lazarus stepped forward two paces, shouting: "Everything I've said is true! I had a respectable job and was respected in the city, if it wasn't for that person's frame-up how could I have fallen to this state? No matter who you send to inquire at Marlo's alchemy industry, they'll know the name of Lazarus."

  "Don't try to fool me!" the Minotaur bellowed, his eyes blazing. "If you don't want this job, pack up your things and get out! I won't hire someone with a mouthful of lies. I don't care what crimes you've committed, all I care about is whether you'll follow my rules."

  "Ah...... I've been seen through, well, can't be helped." Lazarus looked at the unusually serious gaze of the Minotaur and put away his own aggrieved expression, a gloomy look appearing on his face as he said: "Actually, I didn't commit any great crime, just used a few girls to create some dolls. But one by one... it's like I did something unforgivable. Humans are such foolish things, but dolls are the most considerate and practical."

  "I originally wanted to be polite to you, just casually deal with each other and that's it. You provide me with alchemy materials, I give you the finished product you want. Why do you have to expose me? I hate it when people yell at me."

  The alchemist said, opening the large trunk beside him, and in the blink of an eye, a small figure rushed out from it, waving a dagger and charging towards Rize next to the Minotaur. At the same time, several magic circles appeared on the ground, and rows of stone spikes protruded from them, stabbing at the seated Minotaur.

  The sudden change in circumstances prompted Regal, who had been on high alert, to immediately draw his dagger and charge at Lazell. However, just as Regal made his move, a stone wall suddenly appeared before him, blocking his path. The powerful alchemist, with precise control over magic, used the Law of Transmutation to transform the stone materials in the room into a stone cage that trapped Regal inside.

  The other four practitioners did not participate, they were all experienced and seasoned individuals. Although the alchemist seemed to be in good shape, the opponent also had a strong power, the old man with white beard's magic was not something that ordinary magicians could possess. The four of them immediately retreated to the edge of the room as soon as the alchemist made his move, waiting for the outcome of the battle, and the alchemist happened to be a good test stone for measuring the opponent's strength.

  The figure that emerged from the box moved with incredible speed, but she didn't manage to rush to Rize's side before being caught by a thick and sturdy hand around her waist. The hand then took advantage of the momentum to snatch the dagger from her hand and grasped both of her hands in its own. Meanwhile, the stone thorns that the alchemist had used to attack the Minotaur all broke off as soon as they pierced the Minotaur's skin.

  "It's really similar to Aili, no wonder you were staring at Aili from the beginning." Mo Yan looked at the struggling girl in his hand and smiled: "Is this what you made using alchemy? Agile movements, and not small strength either. I don't know if there are other 'details' that are also like a real person?"

  Lazur stared at the Minotaur in a daze, he couldn't believe that his Alice was caught by this cow-headed man. He had come all the way from Malo to Thunder Cliff, and there were not a few demons on the road. None of those demons were Alice's opponents, but now she was easily caught in the hands of this Minotaur.

  "A very delicate doll." Rize cancelled the ice wall in front of him, and while being vigilant of Lazell's movements, he looked at the girl struggling in Mo Yan's hands and said: "But it is also a fairly bloody product. I don't know how many girls' lives were sacrificed to create such a doll."

  At the time of the battle, Aili, who was hiding beside Mo Yan, also poked her head out and looked at the doll that was said to be very similar to her. The light blue Gothic-style skirt, combined with the tied-up golden twin tails and those red eyes, did look very much like Aili at first glance, but the face of this doll called Lisi was indeed very different from Aili's.

  "Impossible! How could you possibly capture Aria?! She's my masterpiece! How could a mere Minotaur like you possibly catch her?!" Lazarus took two steps back, shaking his head and shouting loudly. He had used the best materials and paid a huge price to buy a soul of an elite female assassin with washed memories from a necromancer, how could it be defeated so easily?!

  "If that's the case, my ears are about to hear scissors coming." The Minotaur grabbed the doll's waist with both hands and forcefully broke it into two pieces, throwing them at the Alchemist's feet. Looking at Lazell, who was kneeling on the ground holding the girl's body, he said: "Originally, I should have killed you for provoking me, but your technique interests me, so I've decided to spare your life. Rize, alchemists don't need eyes to create things like craftsmen do, right?"

  "Although they mostly use magic to observe the formation, their eyes also play a certain role." Rize roughly understood what the Minotaur meant and said: "However, they can make prosthetic eyes to replace them, removing one eye shouldn't be a big deal."

  "I thought you'd plead for him instead." Mo Yan stood up from the already broken chair, walked towards the kneeling alchemist, and as he passed by the stone cage, he casually punched a hole in the stone wall with one fist, releasing Regal who was locked inside.

  The Minotaur walked up to the Alchemist, grabbed Lazarel who was still lamenting his doll, and pulled out a dagger from his waist. It wasn't until the Minotaur grabbed his collar that Lazarel remembered he was in battle, and with a sudden burst of energy, he stomped his foot using the alchemy array engraved on the sole of his shoe, turning the marble beneath him into water, then covering the Minotaur's body completely, transforming it into a statue of the Minotaur.

  Just as Lazar was about to catch his breath, the solid marble suddenly burst, and the dagger in the Minotaur's hand accurately slashed down towards Lazar's right eye.

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