บททั้งหมดของ The Nether Alchemist: Tales of a Necessary Evil: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Another migraine seized him as he concluded his descent and got closer to the entrance, and he stumbled to the ground, landing on scorching Ashes. As he strained to climb back up, the scorching heat burned the hair on his hands. Even though no one will be on-site, The Screams will be heard loud and clear. The burning of wooden building poles to red hot coal indicated that the fire had been raging for some time. Unafraid of the blazing flames, Nelanian stumbled across the settlement. As he traveled through the Narrow Road heading to the old man's house, the rooftops collapsed behind him.As he approached the house, his rough top was soaked in sweat, and he walked barefoot over the scorching Ashes.His vision was hampered by the dense smoke, and he couldn't see what he was treading on. All he could hear were intermittent screams, his heart pumping loudly, and the crackling noises created by burning houses. "He yelled, “Old man!” in th

Working was made considerably more difficult by the frigid night. It wasn't the throbbing headaches or the enigmatic ebony night sky that bothered him. His flesh was being eaten away by the cold. He struggled to get his feet off the ground. It seemed like you were walking about with enormous weights shackled to your ankles. Nelanian did not return the stare; in fact, he did not bother. From the minute he smelled the blazing smoke, he knew and understood that the folks were gone. His chivalrous spirit was convincing him to return and save Sam. But he knew better; his physique wasn't in good enough shape to battle the arsonists. The night sky was dark and ominous, with no stars or a brilliant moon to shine light on the party or the path they were going on. He took one step after another, relying solely on his faith. He could call it whatever he wanted: faith, luck, intuition, or whatever other phrase

The room's ambience was created by an excellent and pleasant lavender fragrance. It was relaxing and tranquil, and it gave the impression of equanimity. Every window was adorned with scented candles, which burned off their fragrant wicks and filled the space with a beautiful smell.Judy was persuaded by the queen to shower and change before the king became irritated. She was still trying her hardest to influence the queen to help her make her escape, despite the fact that she knew it was nearly impossible. She still trusted her slick tongue, though; it had gotten her out of a lot of tight circumstances before, and she trusted it to do so again in this predicament. It didn't seem to be working so far; the queen had built an invincible wall around her conscience to keep it from being persuaded. The wall was created from painful memories and prior events, experiences that left her with both physical and mental wounds that she would carry with her for the rest of her life as

“We just got word that one of the foreign students will not be participating in the second round of the trials, so we have no choice but to continue on to the final phase,” the man explained. Perhaps it was his attire that gave him an aged appearance. In any case, he appeared to be far too old to be a youthful professor at the same time. Allison, Allison Zurich, was his name. Norval's father's alchemical company employs a pharmaceutical professor. He was appointed to be a member of the judging panel that would oversee the proceedings. The pupils were perplexed as they glanced at him.“Is there anyone else thinking what I'm thinking right now?” Is this trial being handled with less care than I anticipated? “Jalon stated. He refilled his water flask and returned it to the table. They were all sat at a lounge table in the hotel's waiting area, close to the front desk. They had been summoned by one of the workers, and Norval had not yet returned,

Norval entered the hotel through the front entrance. He appeared to be too fatigued to walk, as if he had chosen to run from the sports complex to the hotel rather than take the bus. With a cheerful greeting, the receptionist welcomed him in. Norval couldn't help but try to match the receptionist's enthusiasm, but his response was so blunt that it almost came out as mocking.“How are you doing Mr. Norval?” the receptionist inquired, holding out his hand in anticipation of a handshake. Norval reached out with a tired, depleted hand that hadn't seen much action since his admission to the hospital. Norval gave the receptionist a wobbly handshake, and the receptionist could see Norval was attempting to grip tightly.He deduced, "You're still healing, isn't it?" “I am not totally recovered,” Norval said with a smile as he removed his hand."  To get back into shape, I'll need some strength training and rehab, but at