This wizard is just unscientific

Chapter 112 The Magical Alchemy Hut!

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

One shot after another.

If it weren't for the fact that the border town of Heihe Valley was shrouded in a torrential downpour at that moment...

The sound was washed away by the torrential rain.

It's likely that the gunshots were already noticed.

After a dozen or so shots were fired.

Reload the steam bullets, pick up the steam shotgun, and aim at Tucker's angry dwarf alchemist.

This time he only aimed, but did not fire.

As the anger subsided, reason began to regain control of the mind.

The wizard didn't attack him while he was reloading.

He had already sensed something was wrong.

This guy doesn't seem to be... an enemy.

"Who are you?"

"The dwarven alchemist asked in a low voice."

"As I just mentioned, I am a guest seeking the alchemist's help."

"I meant no harm."

Tucker dared not mention dragon breath or dragon scales again, lest he provoke the dwarven alchemist who was skilled in "anger".

"There are no alchemists here."

The dwarf alchemist said, huffing and puffing.

"You're not welcome here either."

Tucker scrutinized the dwarven alchemist, whose beard almost touched his knees, and shrugged.

"Oh well!"

"I'll come back tomorrow, but I don't know if the alchemists here will be there then."

After saying that, Tucker walked out.

Anyway, this guy's magical alchemy hut is right here.

It's still the rainy season during the gray night period, and the roads outside are extremely difficult to travel.

It seems that someone still has their eyes on him, otherwise his shop wouldn't have been ransacked.

This dwarven alchemist is not in the combat sequence and doesn't have many means of self-defense.

He can't escape.

As Tucker stepped over the doorway that had been shattered by the dwarven alchemist.

"Are you a wizard?"

The dwarf's voice came.

Tucker turned around and shrugged.

"Obviously."

"What level are you?"

The dwarf looked Tucker up and down and gradually put down his steam-powered shotgun.

"Level 19," Tucker said truthfully.

"Damn, only level 19, you're too weak," the dwarf muttered under his breath.

"If you can help me, I can quickly advance to level 25 or higher, and my witchcraft can also be upgraded rapidly."

"I was stuck at level 19 for a very long time, accumulating a lot of source energy experience."

"Level 25?" the dwarf pondered to himself.

Clearly, in his view, rank and strength are linearly proportional.

"Level 25, still very weak, but..."

The dwarven alchemist's eyes, framed by thick brow bones and eyebrows, scrutinized Tucker for a long time.

"You don't look too weak."

"Moreover, you actually possess the power of two runic staffs."

"It's generally very difficult for a superhuman of your level to master the power of two rune ring staffs."

"Moreover, one of the staffs is a Shadow Staff."

He may have a fiery temper.

This dwarf alchemist has a very sharp eye.

"Human wizard, if you're willing, we can make a deal."

"I can craft the items you need."

"But when the next gray period ends, you'll have to protect my safety."

Tucker's previous powerful dodging ability seems to have had a certain deterrent effect.

The dwarven alchemist couldn't restrain Tark, seemingly afraid that Tark would go out and reveal the secret of his hiding place.

"Before the next gray date ends?"

Tucker pondered to himself, then looked at the dwarven alchemist.

"Are you planning to leave here on the next grey date?"

"Yes, I'm going back to Saint Rand," the dwarven alchemist said in a low voice, though it was still quite loud.

"Back to Saint Rand? Aren't you the alchemist at this shop?"

Tucker paused for a moment, then asked.

"Damn it, this is one of my apprentices' shops. He died in the last adventure."

"I was hiding here from my enemies, and you found me," the dwarven alchemist said, clearly displeased.

"Wow... that's a lot of information!"

Tucker took a deep breath.

"I say, how come there's a Tier 3 alchemy expert with a magical alchemy hut in this small border town of the Black River Valley?"

"That bartender, it seems he didn't mention the dwarf alchemist because... wait a minute."

Tucker paused for a moment before asking.

"Are you a dwarf, the apprentice here?"

"A dwarf's apprentice is of course a dwarf, human wizard. You have too many questions. Are you willing to complete the deal or not?" the dwarf said, somewhat irritably.

Tucker nodded and said, "I'd be very happy to complete the transaction with the Alchemist."

"But won't you ask me what I need to forge?"

"With your level of wizardry, I can forge whatever you get," the dwarven alchemist said confidently.

As he spoke, the dwarf alchemist walked toward the not-so-thick tree trunk, placed one hand on it, and whispered a magical incantation.

Before long, a curtain-like door frame was pulled open by the dwarf alchemist.

"Go inside!"

Tucker narrowed his eyes slightly, scrutinized the area for a moment, and only walked over after confirming that there was no danger.

If this third-tier alchemist wanted to use the "imprisonment" property of this magical alchemy hut, which didn't even qualify as a "layer dimension," to trap Tucker...

Natak had no choice but to reluctantly accept the entire legacy of this third-tier alchemist expert.

However, this dwarven alchemist possessed the typical characteristics of dwarves.

He has a bad temper, but at least he is honest and trustworthy.

"Damn it, how did you find my [Magical Alchemy Hut]? You know, I spent most of my savings to build this magical hut."

Upon entering the alchemy hut, the dwarf alchemist rummaged through the thick wooden shelves while asking questions loudly.

"Maybe it's because my perception is better!" Tucker responded vaguely.

Meanwhile, Tucker was also taking in the magical little house before him.

"Compact" was Tucker's first impression.

Three sides are lined with sturdy storage shelves, piled high with various blueprints, scrolls, storage boxes, and some extraordinary storage bracelets, among other things.

"I wonder if this alchemist has a high-capacity super-storage bracelet."

Tucker's heart skipped a beat when he saw those storage bracelets.

"I can ask later."

The space between the stacked shelves is barely enough for two people to walk side by side.

On either side of the wall directly opposite the entrance, there is a small wooden door, which should be the alchemist's living room and alchemy chamber.

As a portable "magical alchemy hut," it was extremely expensive to build.

It's already quite good that there's such a large space.

Just then, the dwarven alchemist seemed to have found what he needed.

It was a blood-red scroll.

With just a glance, Tucker could smell the scent of blood and a hint of demonic energy.

"The traveler and the wizard searched this place from top to bottom, but they couldn't find this magical alchemy hut."

"You should know that they are all powerful superhumans at level 30 or above."

"Human wizards, those two superhumans are the opponents you may face next, and they may even have helpers."

"If you're scared, it's okay to leave now."

"If you're not afraid, then sign this contract."

"I will complete it for you..." the dwarven alchemist said, glancing at Tak.

"Five servings!" Tucker said crisply.

"I will forge five sets of materials and items for you," the dwarven alchemist said solemnly.

"May I take a look at this contract witnessed by the demon?" Tucker made a polite gesture.

"No problem."

The dwarven alchemist unfurled the scroll bearing the power of the demons.

Blood-red characters appeared.

Tucker browsed through the information carefully, step by step.

As Tucker examined the text, he also gained insight into the essential power of this contract.

Using the power of the "Contract Demon" as a medium, the Blood Nexus is established, thereby constructing a balance of power.

The soul, derived from the blood vessels, serves as the starting point.

If anyone makes a decision that goes against their promise, the devil's curse will befall them.

Verbal promises are far less binding than the power of a devil's contract.

Such binding contracts often serve as a testament to and the beginning of friendly cooperation.

After a moment, Tucker nodded.

"A very fair agreement."

With the dwarven alchemist officially activating the Demon Contract scroll.

The two men dripped their blood into the scroll.

A black halo emanated from the Demon Contract scroll, enveloping the two of them.

The contract is officially concluded!

If he could, Tucker would never shed his blood before a demon.

However, when the Tak technique can use "Precision Correction" to sever the meridians, and can use "Steam Primal Spiritual State" to adjust the meridians.

Tucker was also open to using this method to reach an agreement.

Yes!

Tucker's "Steam-Based Spiritual State" is more effective than "Precision-Correction" in adjusting his connection with the world.

If we say that "precision and correction" is like a scalpel for precise retail.

Therefore, "Steam·Original Spiritual State" is being sold in large-scale wholesale.

But soon, the angry and furious roar of alchemy expert "Baggins Tur" echoed from inside the magical alchemy hut.

"Is this the material you were talking about?"

"This is material worthy of a quasi-lord."

"This contract is completely unfair."

(End of this chapter)