The Alchemist's Guide to Flesh and Blood Ascension

At this time, Lao Liu and Nehta were mostly busy at the pharmacy, and "Root" was operating much more steadily than usual these past few days...

As expected... the remnants of the alchemist faction are studying the blueprints and potion formulas modified by Yunevo, tinkering with the alchemical water purification device.

Those "old scholars" who are immersed in the truth are sometimes so stubborn that they can even forget to eat and sleep.

Yoniv squinted, pondering the visitor outside the door.

Then it can only be the frogmen... and either the frogman elder Langligelang or the frogman leader Langlang.

He removed the barrier at the pipe opening and, as expected, saw the old frogman with cloudy eyes.

Langligelang seemed to have been standing outside the door for quite some time.

Logically, frogmen emerging from the "water channel" should have a lot of water droplets on them, dripping all the way until they dry up, but the old frogman didn't.

The mud on its body had been mostly cleaned off before the trip, leaving only some stubborn stains stuck to its skin that were beyond our ability to remove.

Langligelang puffed out his cheeks a few times, finally managing to force out the words he had been holding back: "Alchemist, Old Frog... wants to talk to you."

Yune nodded and stepped aside, only to see that after the old frogman entered the room, he did not go straight to sit on a chair, but instead found a place that would not get dirty... and squatted down.

Langligelang looked at the small nightlight with magical energy on the bedside table, puffed out his cheeks for a long time, and finally spoke again: "Old Frog came to ask you for a favor... but Old Frog knows that you have already helped the Frogmen a lot..."

The old frogman touched the strange mucus secreted from the corner of his eye and spat out two strange words: "Swimmer".

It took a deep breath before continuing, "He was the previous leader of the frogmen, who led a team of frogmen to block the main drainage valve of Hart City, trying to stop those white-robed men from pouring poisonous water into 'Root'."

I vaguely remember that imposing figure with sheet metal sewn into the exterior of the swimmer, with several frogmen surrounding him, stuffing him with gleaming pieces of glass.

The "swimmer" didn't refuse. It patted each of the frogmen on the head, carried a huge curved knife, turned around, and tossed out a casual remark.

"Wait for me to come back...then we'll eat."

The footsteps faded into the distance, leaving only the sound of dripping water echoing in the pipes leading to the main drain valve.

The feast of rotten fish prepared for the "swimmers" was heated again and again, but no frog dared to make the first move...

Finally, the rotten fish feast sank into the "Great Swamp".

Langligelang sighed deeply, "They succeeded, but..."

"But the 'Swimmer' had his lungs pierced by those white-robed men with 'harpoons,' and was then crushed by the waste containing coagulated glue and fragments of anti-magic stone, and sank into the silt of the 'Great Swamp' as well."

Yunefu listened quietly, having already guessed fairly well what the old frogman's intentions were.

"The 'Swimmer' has a necklace of bones and teeth, a heirloom passed down from generation to generation of leaders. Old Frog should have gone down and retrieved it back then..." Wavey hugged his legs and shrank back, "But Old Frog is afraid, what if Old Frog dies too..."

"No frog knows what happened in the past, nor does any frog know that there is a glorious past above the 'roots'."

It looked at Yonivore, whose eyes, which had been blurred from staring at the light for so long, now gleamed with an eerie light.

"Alchemist, Alchemist... Old Frog knows you've figured out the method to purify water, opened those apothecary shops, and are giving away expensive-looking medicines to us in the three regions almost for free..."

Langligelang rose shakily, intending to kneel on the ground to perform this grand ceremony!

However, Yonivore was in no hurry to accept the greeting.

The black-robed alchemist had tested the "Great Swamp" some time ago, and naturally knew that retrieving something from the bottom silt, which was several meters deep and tens of meters wide, was no less difficult than finding a needle in a haystack.

While frogmen can dive to the bottom of the "swamp," their "digging" ability is almost non-existent—meaning they can only pick up small things like oyster shells from the surface of the mud.

As for the matter of retrieving a necklace that was buried deep inside...

"Old Frog knows, Old Frog knows that rescuing it is harder than overthrowing those white-robed figures," Langligelang said. Seeing that kneeling had failed, he didn't try to plead in that way again. "Old Frog is just making excuses for his cowardice."

Yunevo pinched his cheek.

If he really wants to enter the "Great Swamp", he must have the following conditions: extremely high visibility and "protective gear" to prevent being scratched by unknown objects in the water.

The black-robed alchemist's brow furrowed deeper and deeper as he couldn't help but think of a profession from his past life...

Water ghost.

It's the kind of job that involves retrieving drill bits from mud pits tens of meters deep with extremely low visibility.

It might come up to 20,000, but it might not come up to 2 million.

The requirements put forward by the veteran frogmen are not much different from the job content, and are even more severe.

To be precise, the deep structure of the "Great Swamp" is not one where you can reach the bottom by simply "going straight ahead"—in the middle layer there is a filter that easily traps creatures, followed by a "pore layer" that is not much larger than a person.

He sighed, which dimmed Lang Li Ge Lang's expression slightly.

The latter slowly confessed, "Actually... Old Frog also thinks this request is too much. Many frogmen in the tribe have spoken highly of you, and there are even a few..."

"Asking when we'll go back to the surface," it chuckled, staring intently at the stubborn mud clinging to its webbed hands. "Most of the old frogs' species have already decided to side with you."

Even though he had already guessed it, Yunefu was still surprised when Langligelang actually said those words.

This same old frogman once told him that the frogmen had gambled many times, even to the point of being severely injured and needing to recharge their energy—so they wanted to see a truly "possible" opportunity.

But he never expected the opportunity to come so quickly. The black-robed alchemist believed that he had only proposed the feasibility of water purification and saved the lives of some frogmen.

Thinking about it more carefully, this might have saved more than just the lives of those frogmen...

And their future.

This race has once again seen a clear future.

Therefore, they dared to gamble, daring to stake their entire fortune on this alchemist who had created many miracles.

Yonivore had to admit that this was a move that could completely win over the frogmen.

He accepted the task, but before undertaking this arduous mission, the black-robed alchemist had to trouble Old Six.