Alchimie の小説・ストーリー

" Look they have a small electric current running through our chains that is how we don't have our powers and let me guess you can't talk to Dax or your wolf?" "How did you know?" "The chains also have silver in them which suppress the wolf." "Why isn't it burning me?" "That I do not know it is either a very small amount or it might be something to do with your elf side." "Well we need to think of something I'm not going down without a fight. How many are there? Where are we? How long have we been here?"

he suggested, but I was simply shaken. “How do you find a creature that may be dead?” I sarcastically inquired. “What do you mean?” He was taken aback by the question. "I stabbed her with my arrow head, which has a silver blade, and only a miracle can save her,” I say irritably as I pour wine into my cupboard. I stirred it by silently moving the glass and watching the liquid ripple in time with the movement of my hand. “Alpha, there's a woman here in the North border who claims to be carrying medicine that can cure you,”Alkane, my Omega, reported through our mind link.

Len asked. Tirana smiled in a way that was clear that she anticipated such question. "Alchemists are the bridge between science and magic. What we did and made might look like magic to mundane eyes, but it's actually a lot more complex than that. Essentially, alchemy is about ways of combining them together by imbuing different kinds of energies into an object we synthesized."

"End this. Now. Or I will feed you to your own dogs." ​"My dogs? No, Rhea. They are your brothers. Your cousins. Anyone who wandered too far south in the last ten years," the Alchemist said, finally turning to face her. "Do you know how hard it is to stabilize the Silver Bane DNA? It’s so... stubborn. So prideful. It took me years to find the catalyst. Do you know what it was?" ​He stepped closer, and Rhea felt a wave of nausea. He smelled of formaldehyde and dead lilies.

Logo, while organizing the alchemical knowledge in his mind, busied himself with the various metallic materials scattered on the ground. Alchemy is a vast and profound discipline with four major branches and hundreds of primary subfields. The four main branches are: Matter, Energy, Spirit, and Mysticism. The hundreds of primary subfields include Mechanics, Pharmacology, Bloodline Studies, Rune Studies, Material Science, Astronomy, Particle Physics, Macroscopic Alchemy, Microscopic Alchemy, Alchemical Mechanics, Puppetry, Toxicology, Bacteriology, Mycology, Virology, Biomimicry, and many more.

"I know a thing or two." "What's so special about this alchemy you're discussing?" Mark asked, his curiosity piqued. Cedric explained with reverence, "Mr. Thatcher, alchemy is an ancient sacred art passed down through generations of master healers. In certain traditions, it's known as the art of creating elixirs. By combining various rare ingredients and following secret formulas, one can create miraculous medicine. Take the medicinal pills from Mistveil Peak, for instance. They're legendary throughout Etharia for their powerful effects and are worth a fortune!"

I take another pull from the whiskey bottle as I hear Levi say, “boarding’s better. I could teach you sometime if you wanted, the guys and I go all the time.” I don’t hear her response- the bottle in my mouth clanks against my teeth as someone falls onto my lap. I yank it away, swallowing the whiskey and scowling when I see Stasia’s hazel eyes staring back at me. “Hey, Alpha,” she breathes, breath fruity and tongue stained red from Levi’s famous jungle juice. She winds her arms around my neck, pushing her tits together as she leans toward me. “Let’s go upstairs,” she whines into my ear, nipping the lobe.

by hanging I felt as if the rope was tight around my neck, even worse, afterwards I saw myself painfully crawling out of a grave. I think I finally know what Alex wants to find in the book, the recipe for the aforementioned Aqua Vitae. I looked up "Aqua Vitae" on Wikipedia and read: '' In alchemy: Aqua vitae was supposed to be a leachate of the solid compound resulting from the Great Work, which was the philosopher's stone or stone of transmutation. This aqua vitae was attributed - to profane imagery - the property of transmuting "lead man" into "gold philosophical man", and thus was recognized as the elixir of eternal youth. ''

“Um! Sorry about that…it's just you look like a healthy man. “The alchemist market. Know anything about it?” I grit glaring at him. “It's right there but you can't see it with your physical eyes. You have to take a herb to find out and we sell it here.” he says, his brown set of teeth revealing cockily. I'm not surprised. I was prepared for this. I give him money without arguing. He collects it with a smirk, walks inside and returns with a bottle. “Take this once you get to that signpost and you will see where to enter.”