This wizard is just unscientific

Chapter 111 Dwarves, Mouths, Alchemists!

The rain poured down, and the night was pitch black.

Even assassins and thieves with night vision would find it difficult to see their surroundings clearly.

On the muddy road, Tucker, having entered "Shadow Mode," floated half a meter above the ground, carrying the Nightmare Lantern to shield himself from the darkness and rain as he moved forward at a leisurely pace.

Now that Tucker has gradually gained a deeper understanding of Shadowform, let alone this muddy road.

Even if there were a fast-flowing river nearby, Tucker could float across it.

Just ...

We are now gradually entering the shadow state.

Tucker began to hear more and more whispers and indistinct, eerie howls and groans from the shadow dimension.

Occasionally, the world around Tucker would lose color at the edge of his field of vision, then appear distorted and writhing in a strange way.

When Tucker looks over, everything will return to normal.

It's as if what I see in the corner of my eye is just an illusion.

The Shadow Dimension is starting to affect Tucker to some extent.

Before long, shadow creatures will launch a sneak attack on Tucker.

Only after killing those shadow creatures will this strange, peripheral vision and shadowy corner return to calm for a while.

This is also the "necessary price" for mastering the Shadow Rune Staff.

This is much better than mastering the "Dark Demon Rune Ring Staff".

After all, demonic runes truly "burn through lifespan".

Moving forward.

Tucker tried to maximize the shield of his wizard robes.

Although this reduces defensive capabilities, it allows the lantern's light to be projected further.

Tucker carried a lantern, partly to light his way.

In addition, this is also a reminder to others.

Otherwise, in the dark, all alone, who would know what you're up to?

Before long, Tucker stopped at the location the bartender had indicated: "No. 56, east of the intersection."

This is an old row of houses with a backyard.

The twisted, ashy Gothic traces on the eaves and roof indicate that this place has been subjected to numerous ashy tides.

The sign for "River Valley Refinement Shop" is also quite old.

There are some smaller characters below.

"Our shop sells and crafts materials for extraordinary weapons, upgrade materials, and upgrade potions."

"The scope of business is quite broad."

Tucker muttered under his breath.

Generally speaking, a gold shop will have a main business.

Other businesses also involve wholesaling corresponding resources and displaying them at the counter.

Unless the main business is extremely successful, other businesses also need to be supplemented by some other aspects.

"Bang bang bang!"

Tucker knocked hard on the closed door.

There was no response for a long time.

Tucker's eyes narrowed slightly, his precise vision shining through.

The interior of the dark noodle shop was somewhat cluttered.

It clearly showed that it had been searched.

"They...ran away?"

Tucker originally planned to find an alchemist here and use the alchemist's tools to refine the boss-level materials he had, so that he could complete his advancement within this Gray Night cycle.

The hope I had just gleaned from the tavern has now been shattered.

"Well... anyway, someone has already bought it for free."

"I'll just go in and take a look. If there's a large-scale steam engine device, it won't be a loss to use it."

With each step, [Phase Travel] is activated.

As his foot landed, Tucker had already entered the shop.

"Squeak..."

Several small black mice in the corner were startled by Tucker's light and scurried away in all directions.

Under the eaves of the backyard, several river finches, which were taking shelter from the rain, began to chirp and chatter.

Tucker tapped the lantern twice.

The flames from the Nightmare Fire Oil Bombs rapidly intensified.

The fiery red light quickly filled the entire area of ​​the small shop that could be illuminated.

With his Steam talent [Steam: Primal Spirit] increased to 1650%, Tucker's control over source energy reached an extremely terrifying level.

For those "condensed matter" witchcrafts.

Tucker can continue to inject source energy into the already formed magic, allowing it to grow stronger.

It can also draw energy from the source, causing it to shrink and eventually disappear.

Moreover, the recovered energy can be reused.

Normally, once the energy is released, it's like spilled water—it can't be taken back.

This is common sense.

However, it was upgraded by Tucker to SSS-level [Steam - Primal Spirit State] at 1650%.

This doesn't quite fit this "common sense".

By the light of the fire, and the interweaving of the surrounding veins.

Tucker meticulously examined every corner of the small shop.

However, Tucker did not find the energy source steam engine, furnace, crucible, or other alchemical equipment he was looking for.

However, Tucker made other discoveries.

"Squeak!"

Tucker pushed open the door leading to the backyard.

There are walls on two sides, and behind it is a storage room for miscellaneous items and a half-room living quarters.

But the place had been searched thoroughly.

Even miscellaneous items were thrown into the courtyard, where they were being washed away by the heavy rain.

After a moment's thought, Tucker looked at the seemingly ordinary coniferous tree in the courtyard and slowly began to speak.

"Your Excellency Alchemist, I need a boss-level flame for crafting items for some reason."

"Of course, it would be even better if it had flames with characteristics like dragon's breath."

"I wonder if the alchemist could provide that?"

The torrential rain continued to pour down.

The "magical alchemy hut" inside the conifer tree did not respond at all.

"I know that the Alchemist is in the alchemy hut in the small tree. I hope you can give me a reply regarding whether it can be refined."

Tucker had barely finished speaking.

They could vaguely sense the presence of steel and gunpowder, as well as an aura of danger.

Tucker immediately used a shadowy movement to leave the spot.

The next moment, a shadow that wasn't very tall but was wide enough angrily burst out from the tree trunk, which was only slightly thicker than Tucker's arm.

He was also holding a short-barreled steam shotgun with an astonishing caliber.

"boom!"

The deafening roar drowned out Tucker's hearing and banished the sound of the rain.

At the same time, the shotgun bullets overwhelmed the door behind where Tucker had just been standing. The already old door was instantly turned into a plug and sent flying far away.

This steam-powered shotgun is incredibly powerful.

Accompanied by rising steam and ash.

The short, stocky figure let out an angry roar.

"Damn bastard, weren't you after my dragon scales?"

"Take this shot from your grandpa Baggins."

"Once you taste the feeling of a bullet blasting your dog's head off, you'll know that you, Grandpa Baggins, are not someone to be trifled with."

When Tucker walked into the shadowy corner and saw that the alchemist was actually an angry and irritable dwarf, he connected this to what the bartender had said earlier.

Tucker couldn't help but curse, "Damn shameless locals."

This is such important new information about the dwarves, and that guy didn't even tell me.

However, Tucker unexpectedly received some information.

Dragon scales?

This dwarf alchemist actually has dragon scales.

No wonder this guy exploded with a single touch; he actually had such a good thing in his hand.

It seems I just mentioned dragon's breath. Could it be that this provoked the other party?

Tucker glanced at the not-so-thick tree trunk out of the corner of his eye.

That place is a hidden, near-perfect "magical alchemy hut".

If one did not possess the primordial spiritual state to deeply perceive everything around them, and the precise vision to discern the surrounding patterns, it would be impossible.

It's really hard to find this magical alchemy hut.

Someone with such skills must be an expert alchemist.

Even within the city-state of Saint Land, this is a rare occurrence.

Bitanil, a half-baked apprentice alchemist, is on a completely different level.

At this moment, the dwarf alchemist, carrying a short-barreled, large-caliber steam shotgun, walked toward the spot where the door panel had just been blasted away.

Clearly, he had great confidence in his marksmanship, or rather, in the powerful shotgun in his hand.

Tucker considered whether he should turn the other person into a sheep to calm them down.

But after thinking about it, Tucker shook his head.

Although his own Polymorph spell could turn this Tier 3 Dwarf Alchemist into a Polymorph for a certain period of time.

That would only amplify the rage of this third-tier dwarf alchemist!

At that point, let alone learning alchemy from the other party, the possibility of even asking for their help will be zero.

"I meant no harm!"

Tucker, in the corner, tried to keep his tone as calm as possible.

However, Tucker was met with the roar of a powerful shotgun aimed directly at him.

(End of this chapter)