Novel & Cerita The Exiled Alchemist Unwittingly Becomes A Legend

Severin beamed as he collected the pills. It had been half a year since he inherited the knowledge from the Grandiuno Sect's former leader at the Alchemy Tower. At long last, he could finally revel in excitement as he finally became a seventh-grade alchemist! The entire sect boasted only one seventh-grade alchemist, and that was Daniella, the Sixth Mountain's peak master and the Alchemy Chamber's elder. That alone showed just how much prestige a seventh-grade alchemist held.

“Find it. I don’t care what it takes. Find it.” I toss the nearly empty bottle of whiskey across the room and snap my fingers at Westfall. “You are not going to survive another jump, not if you came all the way from—” “I have to get back to her. You will bring me that potion–or ointment, or whatever it is–” “Stay the night at least,” he urges. “I can find it here in Veiled Valley, I’m sure.” I eye him skeptically. But, the alchemist at the apothecary is known to carry obscure ingredients from far off lands and never obeyed my orders to stop smuggling in goods during the ongoing wars. His insolence may work in our favor.

They all looked skeptical, but I calmed them down by telling the Caltons that they would see Alice as long as they followed the rules. "Where are you going to take us?" asked Amelia, so I was honest with her. "Somewhere far away where no one usually goes because that clan doesn't have open relationships with everyone," he said, and she frowned. "I will take them as far as Cuburua, the land of the primitive sorceresses." Amalia opened her mouth in surprise, as if she couldn't believe her ears. "That's not a myth?" asked Bianca and Amelia denied. "No, it is a reality. That's where the birth of the warlock race comes from; that's why they have strict rules and no men are allowed; however, the m

I bound the unconscious assassin’s hands with enchanted vine — a trick I learned in Eldoria — and took what I could from his pouch: supplies, sigils, a coded ring I didn’t yet understand. Then I ran. Not back to the Academy or toward my parents but North. Toward Black Hollow. Toward the truth. Because I wasn’t done fighting And I know i wasn’t done being hunted. But now, I wasn’t just running. I was choosing my battlefield.

I found scrolls, herbs, vials of strange liquid—but what made me stop was a sealed book carved with a silver moon and a name. > Mira of the Lost Line. > My name. I opened it. The pages detailed a prophecy. A Moonborn girl cast into exile. A girl with “ashes in her blood” and “fire in her voice.” She would either save the realm… or destroy it. At the bottom of the page was a drawing Of me. Trembling, I stepped back. Behind me, the floor creaked. Elara stood in the doorway, eyes dark. “I was hoping you’d find it on your own,” she whispered.

“Your brother? If you’re going to lie, at least make it believable. He’s the Alpha King’s son. And you’re just an orphan. You think you can claim ties to Alpha?” The crowd roared with laughter, mocking my so-called fantasy. Even Hunter’s expression darkened with embarrassment. He shoved the exile notice into my hands. “The fact that I’m not exiling you to the wastelands is already mercy for the years we spent together. If you don’t leave now, don’t blame me for what happens next.” I clenched my jaw, but my heart felt frozen solid. All this time, I had hidden my identity while quietly paving the way for him.

“Stop talking. I don’t want to hear it.” “I’m going to get it back.” He completely ignored my protest and lifted me into his arms. “Come on, try being on top.” … I slapped my forehead hard and took a deep breath. “I went somewhere very far away. Ore needs to absorb the essence of heaven and earth, you know. The quality sold here definitely isn’t as good as what you find yourself. You’re an alchemist—you should understand that.” Xia and Tis nodded as if they half understood. I smiled with satisfaction and turned to walk toward Ina’s workshop. But just as I crossed the street and stood in front of the workshop door, Xia’s loud voice traveled across the street and through the crowd:

No noble vampire would ever dare set foot there. But I rushed in without a second thought. Filthy water quickly swallowed my legs up to my knees. I waded through the thick mud. Every step was a risk. Finally, I reached a rusty, mold-covered iron shack. That was where I met the exiled dark alchemist. He was as shriveled as a dead branch. But his eyes gleamed with a wicked light. "What do you want?" he asked. I dropped to my knees in the rat-infested muck. My voice shook as I begged. "Please, save my fated mate. He's infected with Deadblood."

After an hour, Soheila bids goodbye and went back to her room. An Alchemist was a profession that has the power to heal people with their pills. They could also refine a lot of types of pills such as changing someone's appearance and everything. Also, fighting with an alchemist was hard since alchemists had unlimited pills that could heal themselves or make them invisible.

It is made from the dust of human bones mixed with some sort of concoction. I look behind me, and I can still see the metal fencing behind the crowd. It is not very far. “Have any of you tried to escape the boundary? It’s just rocks,” I say as the crowd yells profanity at us. Daniel scoffs in response. “Those rocks are not myths, the closer you get to them, it’s like your brain begins to melt,” Daniel tells me. “We tried, believe me,” Isaac confirms, and I sigh. How are we going to get out of this?