Novel & Cerita The Exiled Alchemist Unwittingly Becomes A Legend

I Ages ago, there once was a man, not an ordinary man. That man had incredible powers. Most people in the area called him a warlock, but he was more than a warlock. He was an extremely gifted alchemist. His experiments were known throughout the land; he was kicked out the academy because of them, but that didn't stop him to continue his work. All of his ancestors were renowned alchemists. He chose a different path, a path that will make him famous for all generations to come.

Professor Durant started to laugh. "It's the book!" he said between laughter, "Al Khami's books are the first-ever written records about alchemy, he is known as the father of alchemy, and was the first archmage who tried to explain magic through scientific methods," [Because of this he was branded as a blasphemer and his books were burned!] wrote Seb after regaining his composure. [He himself was cursed to write in a stone slab with the blood from his fingers until his limbs were worn off, but even after he lost both arms, he used his mouth to pen his last book which was a compilation of all his discoveries and teachings.]

Foxfire had been his pet of choice that day, and many months to come. It was Albian who had found her, half-dead, from lack of nourishment and extreme experimentation. That had been his last day as an apprentice to that alchemist as he fled the moment he found Foxfire and never looked back. Those early years, on the run, had been a long hard journey, adjusting to so many changes back then. It was the thought of those tough years that gave him hope about the changes facing them now and the task that lay at his feet. Leaving peace and stepping into war.

There was also a panel of books by a wall. "I brought you the Queen Serena, sir Alchemist Philtre." The woman said. Philtre looked up from his work and was immediately entranced by the sorrow in the woman’s mien. He had never seen a woman so beautiful and yet so sad. He wanted to vanish the creases of worry on her face which was not possible because he was only a man, an alchemist, at the mercy of the Caliphate who had taken him to live here so he could control the man from spreading his talents in the outside world and be exclusively his. The women from the harem, managed to engage his services once they knew of his existence in the palace. He was a boy when taken to work for the Caliphate

It is said that only one in 100,000 people are born with the capabilities to become an Alchemist, hence their rarity in this world. Additionally, most Alchemists in this world are old aged because they had to spend the majority of their life studying the Dao of Alchemy just to become a full-fledged alchemist. So, for Shi Tian, who was still so young, to be an Alchemist was something almost unbelievable in Deng Jiao's eyes. Shi Tian can't be that alchemist who refined this pill. A person who could refine such a high-quality pill must be a highly respected alchemist. Because if this pill was obtained through illegal means, she would prefer not to entangle with him as she was willing to offend

This plan must be flawless to use the most talented alchemist in the world to counter the enemy. Count Julian

There were four nine-star Elixir Grandmasters and an Elixir King in the Alchemist Alliance! Elixir King was a medicine man who had appeared broken the ninth star. Apart from that, there were Elixir Emperor and Supreme Elixir Emperor, and Supreme Elixir Emperor was an existence in legendary. Even the Elixir Emperor was an existence that had been hard to find since ancient times. It was rumored that once one reached the Elixir Emperor level, every word and action of his would carry a profound Focus with them. The so-called "one method leads to all methods". There was an unbreakable connection between martial arts and alchemy.

His personality shined too bright, his confidence to take care of the tribe too strong for me to shake. They loved him, just like my father. Many dragons came to congratulate and console him while I stood up from the pile of rotting food. I was now exiled, a piece of rubbish, old food to be stomped upon. My eyes wander to Amora, who hands off a screaming child. Picking up her dress, she runs to me, only to have another dragon lead her to her mate. “Creed,” she whispered softly, her voice tender as the sister I thought her to be. Her eyes soaked, not knowing what to do.

Once I reached home I had already prepared myself to open it but I had to savour the moment of having the first magic book in the world. It was created by the first ever sorcerer, Gwydion the first. He had created this book of spells for the future generations of sorcerers but sorcerers and sorceresses got extinct ever since the plague. A wizard, Alizon, translated the book in such a way that any magic-possessing creature would be able to use the book effectively. The book was said to be lost after the first war of the Seven kingdoms. But it wasn't, Alizon hid it in Udhanba, one of the Seven kingdoms, in an abandoned temple and was killed right after that.

Everything was going according to his plan when a few hours earlier his most powerful Prophet had come to find him to tell him that the soul of The legendary mage had just arrived in Astoria and that he absolutely had to find him in order to eliminate him because this mage represented a great danger for his future plans. But still thanks to his previous lives he had told his Prophet that he should not worry and that The legendary mage was for the moment also completely harmless, they had time to find him and eliminate him and so, he had just told him to warn his elite soldiers that The legendary mage had made his appearance on Astoria and that they should all remain vigilant. For the moment