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Volume 4 The Violet Tower 767 The Alchemist

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    In the fourth year of the Renaissance calendar, January 27th.  The three years of the magnificent and thrilling revival have finally passed.  The collapsed continent may usher in a new pattern, but at least so far, the gentle sea breeze has not brought any news from thousands of miles away.  Is Dios okay?  Where did Illo go?  What is the situation of the people in the river valley?  What happened to King Nachini and his southern expedition?  Allegri didn¡¯t know any of this.  He is now just a coolie carrying bags, one of the many people in the dock area.  In the eyes of others, being able to learn swordsmanship from Zenis is already a great thing. Even the big man Logan talked about it half-jokingly.  "That's right," he said with a hearty smile, "A man should be able to hold a sword, so there is no need to learn any spells. He only dares to hide at a distance and hurt people." "Yes." Allegri also smiled.  In response, the dark beer on the table was still ordered by Logan.  "If you can attract that old man's attention, your talent should not be bad," the big man said while holding the bone to lure the big dog, "If we have time, we brothers can compare notes." "Brother Logan, what weapon do you use?  ?" Allegri said insinuatingly.  "This." Logan made fists with both hands and put them together.  His arms were thick and bulging, as if made of iron.  "Fists?" Allegri became interested. On the mainland, it is difficult to see boxing masters.  After all, there are many armies fighting but few private fights. Going into battle with bare hands is no different from risking death.  Logan smiled and said nothing, just teasing the big dog.  Simba turned his head away, looking impatient.  "This big dog is very arrogant." The big man smiled and raised his head, "How did you train it?" "It's a magic pet contract. Didn't I tell you that I am a mage?"  Legree replied, and he patted Simba on the head. The big dog immediately reached out and picked up the bone, and started chewing it with a smile on his face.  "It's really strange," Logan drank the remaining wine.  He stood up and said, "Let's go, remember to treat me to a drink next time." The dock area is full of dragons and snakes, and this man with quite a heroic demeanor should be the former.  Looking at Logan's back, Allegri thought so.  ¡°Only one merchant ship was unloading this afternoon, and several other ships were delayed on the way and may not be able to enter the port until the evening.  So Brin gave the coolies a half-day off.  Let them go and check it out later.  After eating, Allegri went to Zenis to practice swordsmanship, but the old man was unexpectedly absent, so he had to chop firewood alone. Then he asked the bartender and found out that Zenis was out on business and would not be back until tomorrow.  The cold winter is about to leave, and there is no biting chill in the night wind.  Allegri walked out of the tavern.  Walk towards the pier.  When we reached the breakwater, the sea breeze blew in our face.  He simply opened his clothes, and his clothes and hair flew away.  Allegri breathed a long sigh of relief, and the lighthouse at the corner of the fjord emitted a bright light.  But the road under his feet was still deep in darkness, and he didn't know where it extended.  ??Unknowingly.  He arrived at the trading house.  Several familiar coolies were leaving. The old steward Brin came over and waved his hand, "Go back. The merchant ship won't be able to arrive tonight. But you will suffer tomorrow." "Carry more bags, and you can make more money.  ." Allegri chatted with him for a few words, then called the big dog and turned to leave.  It was only six or seven o'clock at this time, and it was still early to go to bed. He thought for a while and found that he had nowhere to go. He had to go back to the tavern and bought a knife on the way.  ****** There was no lock on the door of Allegri's room. Beverly opened it and asked with a smile, "Swordsman, what are you doing?" Allegri was sitting on the floor, using his  He trimmed the oak stick with a knife, cutting off both ends, leaving only the straightest section in the middle.  "Hey, isn't this your knife?" He didn't answer, and Beverly didn't mind either. She sat on the edge of the bed, pouting and blowing out the candle on the cabinet next to her.  "Okay, stop making trouble." The fire light trembled, and Allegri said helplessly.  Beverly was indeed right. The oak stick, which was only more than one meter long, was his homemade "knife" because he couldn't afford a real steel knife.  "It's really pathetic," Beverly kicked him and suggested, "Why don't you sleep with me for one night and I'll pay for it." "You'd better find a way to attract more business," Allegri said  He hummed, "At least move out first and change to a better place." "Idiot, you think I don't want to?" Beverly curled her lips, "But only by living in the 'Bronze Compass' can you be protected by them.  What we are most afraid of is customers defaulting on their bills. ¡°By the way, I have never seen who the boss is here.¡±Legree asked curiously.  "I haven't seen it either, but the second boss is a fat man who often goes to casinos," Beverly encouraged, "You can ask Lao Dao, he must know." "I'd better not bring trouble to myself."  Allegri shook his head.  He stood up, brushed off the sawdust on his body, held one end of the stick, and made a slashing motion.  ¡°There is no murderous intent.¡± Beverly commented. She had seen Zenis take action. Several mercenaries from other places had an arm cut off in the blink of an eye.  Allegri shrugged, pretending not to hear.  In a place like this, you can only hang out with traffickers and pawns. Even if you are laughed at by a policeman, it doesn't matter.  "Hey, are you free next Saturday?" Beverly asked suddenly.  "Definitely not. I have to carry bags during the day and practice swordplay at night." Allegri put down the oak stick and replied casually.  ¡°Can¡¯t I ask for leave?¡± Beverly asked.  "Why?" Allegri was puzzled. He rarely asked for leave because there was nothing to do if he took leave.  "Aren't you a swordsman? I'll pay you a silver coin and you will escort me to a place." Beverly rolled her eyes and said slyly.  "Escort?" Allegri always felt something was wrong and refused decisively, "No, I won't be fooled." "Let's go" Beverly put her hand on his shoulder, her voice deliberately prolonged, and  Sweet and greasy.  "Sister," Allegri said with a chill, "If you have anything to say, just say it. I can't take half a day off." After thinking for a while, he realized that "it's not impossible" means "can".  Beverly smiled charmingly.  "I knew you were a good person." "Let me tell you first, I am not in the business of flesh and blood." Allegri added.  In the past, these words would have made Beverly instantly turn against her, but today she changed her temper and said softly.  "You accompany me to meet someone. There is no danger. You don't have to say a word. Just treat yourself as a puppet." "Is that simple?" Allegri was dubious.  "What did I lie to you for," Beverly warned again and again, "Remember, it's next Saturday." ****** Carry the bag, practice the knife, carry the bag.  Practicing swordsmanship Allegri's life is very simple. He works as a coolie during the day and earns money to support one person and one dog.  In the evening, he went to Zenis to practice martial arts. In addition to the usual chopping wood and swinging a knife, he had already begun to learn simple moves.  "Compared with swordsmanship, swordsmanship is more straightforward and more dangerous. You use your sword to fight the enemy. It is best to end the battle within ten moves," Zenis said, sitting on his usual haystack.  He gave some guidance, "After drawing the sword, you must attack without taking a step back." "But superior martial arts requires a balance of strength and softness, doesn't it?" Allegri asked.  He held an oak stick and sheathed the knife.  When swinging the sword, make sure there is no deviation in angle and force.  "That is something that only high-level or even higher-level people need to consider," Zenis shook his head and said, "If you have mastered the moves I have given you these days, you can be considered a beginner warrior. But you are at least still far from high-level.  It will take three years. " "So, isn't drawing the sword the most important move?" Allegri asked again.  "That's right." Zenis nodded slightly and floated down.  Allegri saw that the old man's left hand touched his waist, and the sharp sword light shot out and cut down half a foot in front of him. The strong wind blew and his forehead hair fluttered.     So fast!  Allegri couldn't help but marvel. Scimitar warriors were mostly agile warriors and had always been the formidable enemy of mages.  What's more, the "Sea Serpent's Fang" in Zenis's hand seems to be a soft scimitar, making it even more mysterious when he makes a move.  "Isn't this the combination of strength and softness?" Zenis shook his hand, and the scimitar dropped softly. It was hard to believe that he had just used this to make such a sharp knife.  "Uh" Looking at the oak stick in his hand, Allegri couldn't help but feel ashamed.  This "Sea Serpent Fang" was obviously a rare weapon, a thousand times more powerful than his "sword".  "Work hard." The old man stood on tiptoe and patted his shoulder.  With Zenith's financial resources, he can naturally buy a good knife for his students, but now, it is not the time.  ****** ****** The first day of February, Saturday.  Yesterday, Allegri asked for leave from the old manager. He originally wanted to sleep in.  But at seven o'clock in the morning, Beverly pushed in the door and picked him up.  "What are you doing?" Allegri asked in a daze as his head was covered.  "Get up, get up," Beverly urged, "We'll be leaving in a minute." Allegri sat up and yawned.  He opened his eyes and looked around, and couldn't help but be startled.  Today¡¯s Bev? It¡¯s like he¡¯s changed into a different person.  Her face, which used to be heavily made up in the past, was now clean and simple. Even her light blue dress was the most conservative style, not showing any of the places that shouldn't be exposed.  "Did you take the wrong medicine?" Allegri asked in confusion. Apart from this, he could not think of any other explanation.  The dissolute nightingale transformed into a virtuous and good woman.  She didn't put on makeup or any jewelry, and her long dark chestnut hair was simply tied back.  "You put on these clothes." Beverly placed a black robe beside the bed. It was well-cut and shaped like a mage's robe.  "Why?" Allegri asked blankly.  "I tell you to change, so you change. There's so much nonsense." Beverly snorted, finally showing a little bit of her former self.  "You go out first." Allegri waved his hand, and after he left, he got out of bed and got dressed.  The robe fit perfectly, but he couldn't remember when Beverly had asked him his size.  "Not bad, not bad." Beverly glanced through the crack in the door a few times and walked into the room with satisfaction. This time, she was holding a tub and towel in her hand.  ¡°I¡¯ll do it myself.¡± Startled by her attentiveness, Allegri actively requested.  "Sit tight." Beverly glared and showed a knife.  Then he stood in front of Allegri and shaved off his beard.  "No, I want to keep it." Allegri tried to resist, but was ruthlessly suppressed.  Beverly held him down and said angrily, "Don't move, if you move again I'll scratch your face." After cleaning up, Allegri was wearing a black robe and small leather boots, his cheeks and chin heavy.  Seeing the light, he is also graceful.  "Huh?" Beverly took two steps back, glanced up and down, and said in surprise, "You're not ugly either." "It's okay." Allegri responded with a wry smile, but when he saw it in the mirror  When he saw his appearance, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.  The facial features are similar, but why do I always feel that he is more handsome than me before?  Is this a simple illusion, or is it the result of the "light godhead" transforming the body?  "Wash your face and let's go." Beverly gave him a tug. After all this trouble, it was already close to eight o'clock.  "Okay, okay," Allegri nodded blankly and subconsciously called to the big dog, "Simba, let's go." "Don't take the dog with you!" Beverly shouted angrily, making the big dog tremble in fright.  , retracted into the corner of the room.  "Okay," Seeing that her expression was not good, Allegri compromised, "Simba, you go find the teacher and give him a meal at noon." The big dog nodded like a human being, and before leaving the room, he threw  Give him a sympathetic look.  Not long after, Allegri and Beverly also walked out of the tavern and headed west. ? ****** ? The carriage was bumpy and there were only three or four people in the carriage.  "Is there a public carriage in Dover?" Allegri asked casually, he hadn't noticed it before.  "It's always been there." Beverly's voice was soft. If someone didn't understand her, she would probably hide it from her.  "Where are we going? Baicheng District?" Allegri asked again. He had heard that if you enter Baicheng District, you will be questioned about your identity.  And now, he is still a "black family" who came here illegally and does not even have an identity document.  "No, the terminal of this carriage is the college area," Beverly warned softly, "Remember, you are my boyfriend now, don't reveal your secret by then." "What?" Allegri  He asked in shock, his voice was so loud that the passengers next to him looked over.  "Don't be so surprised," Beverly quickly held him down and whispered, "Also, you are an alchemist now. You have a legitimate job and can earn two gold coins every month."  "You think highly of me," Allegri spread out his hands, "Do you think others will believe you if you say this?" "I wasn't sure at first, but now I am confident," Beverly raised her fingers and scratched  He shaved his fair face and said, "You're a thin-skinned person, even if I say you're a coolie on the dock, who would believe it?" (To be continued) ps: (Here you come.)
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