The wind got lost in this huge venue, gently blowing the curtains and swaying, as if hiding behind and peeking.
The corner of the alchemy hall was extremely quiet, so quiet that the gentle breathing of the two people could be heard.
In front of the legendary oil lamp, the two people looked at each other with eyes full of complex emotions. They know that the end of this journey is in sight.
After Alicia's inspection, Wright covered Edshu's magic cloth on the glass and took out the magic lamp without damaging the glass.
Before disappearing, the black-and-white prank expert pursed his lips, blinked, and exaggerated tears ran down his face to his chin, condensing into huge tears but not falling: "Forget it about this monkey kid - I won't be able to let you go. ." The lonely god of mischief stared at the female chess player.
The female chess player smiled reassuringly: "Don't worry, I will open your story to see you."
Edshu's brows stretched, showing a determined expression, and then his face switched to that of Wright.
This overly sad young man had the tears of the God of Mischief on his face. What was incomprehensible was that it was obviously his tears at this moment. He raised his hand to wipe it away, but the tears stayed on their own and fell to the ground.
"It's not me...I didn't cry."
Seeing the young man's embarrassment, Alicia smiled. Wright suddenly understood that some smiles are unique because of their unique meaning.
It felt like I had lived for hundreds of years just to see this smile at this moment.
"Come on," she urged. A rare gentle voice.
They left the venue and returned to the rooftop. The female chess player turned into the queen's chess piece again, wearing a black and white hat and the magic lamp she finally got, and left the Prague Museum. The fat administrator was still lying on the sofa in his office.
After two jumps, they arrived in a small forest on the outskirts of Prague, where they could see the remains of an abandoned castle. The broken walls and ruins were illuminated by the moonlight, as if they were ruthless footnotes of time, and the scene was indescribably desolate and desolate.
Alicia placed the oil lamp on a stone and studied it carefully for a while.
This mysterious inheritance, which has apparently lost its divine power, once appeared in a legendary story called "One Thousand and One Nights". Just like "Rose under the Moon", almost no one in the world believes that it really exists.
Three hundred years ago, even the top alchemists, according to the records of "Jade Record", could only create a very small amount of "Philosopher's Stone" substance, and could not achieve any meaningful effect at all. After years of failure to make progress, Wright's father, Nierman Flamel, turned his research into legend.
After reading various ancient books that might lead to insanity or even be contaminated with terrible curses, Neeleman paid a considerable price and finally discovered a secret - the magic lamp that had given the oriental young man in the story an incomparably wonderful life. , is a real artifact.
So, leaving the young Wright, Neeleman embarked on a journey to West Asia alone to find the magic lamp. After several years of searching, he finally found the annihilated ancient city in a desert, and found the legendary magic lamp in it.
He conducted a thorough study on this object that could make people's wishes come true, and stripped away all the source of divine power without awakening the sleeping gods inside. Unable to use the dirty soul of an adult as a carrier, and unable to find a suitable partner, the persistent alchemist finally decided to turn his son's soul into a philosopher's stone. He firmly believed that this was a great gift - after all, eternal life And the ability to make all your wishes come true, who doesn’t want to have it?
Thus, the first magician to create a large number of philosopher's stones was born. Due to the golden color and magical properties of this dream substance, Nierman, who was one of the three masters of alchemy, was known as the "Warlock of the Dawn" and his name went down in history. He even had a place in the Prague Museum hundreds of years later. …
Neeleman's method of "making" the Philosopher's Stone was extremely secretive, and Alicia only learned about it by deciphering the notes.
The female chess player's eyes swept over every corner of the oil lamp, and then she gently wiped the cool body of the lamp with her fingers - there was no need to worry about waking up the legendary god. Since the source of essence was stripped away, he had fallen into a deathly sleep. .
In the darkness, she raised her head to meet his gaze. After a while, Leta Flamel nodded. It's time to start.
Next, Alicia will lucidly sneak into the oil lamp and try to awaken the djinn who resides in it. If nothing unexpected happens, the Djinn will take back all the Philosopher's Stones from Wright's body, and then start the long-delayed voyage in this era where myths are no longer appropriate.
And Wright will quickly grow old and die after that, because his life has already been spent.
This is a somewhat cruel scene. They don't have to be separated like this, but as long as the Philosopher's Stone is still in the world, it will inevitably be coveted by God, and it cannot be guarded. On the other hand, Wright was indeed very tired, and he would rather get a long sleep than continue to endure.
Alicia closed her eyes and dove into the light.
What's going on inside the oil lamp? Will it be pitch black, an oriental-style castle, or a cave in the ground where the magic lamp was found?
Alicia's mind was making associations on its own, but when she stood firmly, she realized that the scene here was completely beyond his expectation, and she even couldn't understand it...
At this moment, she seemed to be standing in the studio of a Hollywood family drama.
The stage she was facing, illuminated by lights, was a typical middle-class family living room setting.
In the center of the set was a three-seater couch, and she saw three people huddled there watching television.
A funny dance drama was playing on the TV, and the three people sitting on the sofa laughed in their own way.
Alicia was a little shocked by the scene in front of her - she did not forget that she got into the ancient oil lamp, not a studio.
She held her breath, using the sofa as an axis, and walked forward slowly until she reached the stage, walked to the side of the sofa, and saw the three people watching TV.
The person sitting in the middle is obviously an oriental man. He has black hair and pupils, and is wearing a suit that is not very homely.
To his left is a beautiful blond woman wearing a loose white skirt with wrinkles on her cheeks when she smiles.
To the right of the man is a ten-year-old child with facial features somewhat similar to his - obviously their son. Wearing a white shirt, overalls, and shiny leather shoes on her dangling feet. The hairstyle is exactly like his father's.
The light from the TV flickered on their faces.
What is going on, where is this, who are they?
Just when Alicia felt that he was confused, he saw the three members of the family, smiling with the same arc on their lips, turning their heads to look at him at the same time.
"What's the matter, ma'am?" The man showed his white teeth when he spoke, which actually made Alicia feel creepy.
