The Silly Alchemist Novels & Stories

I made a mental note to see that he received extra rations. Now alone, I tidied up the cluttered workspace, making meticulous notes on my progress. Precision was paramount when tampering with the fabric of the arcane realm blended into these solutions. One mis-transcribed rune or incorrectly measured tincture could spell disaster. But thankfully, the formulas I had devised over the decades of studying and experimentation almost never failed anymore. My reputation as an unparalleled alchemist was hard-earned.

Arielle put on a hood. "Stay close, Sera." "Don't look anyone in the eye." "And if someone touches you..." "Break their fingers." Sera nodded, looking tough. Or trying to. They walked through the crowd. Goblins hawking scrap metal. Dark Elves selling poisons. Arielle ignored them. She was looking for one shop. The Alchemist's Den. Run by a legendary crazy person. Dr. Aris. She found it near the back. A small shop filled with bubbling jars.

“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:

Everything which happens, I was handling it in my way. But one day I went to school like a normal day to attend same boring lectures as always. But I'm not interested in them. Why should I study and plan for a better future when no body cares. Besides my parents got a lot of money. But for their so called reputation I've to come to school. I came and saw that same teacher what's her name? 'Mrs. Stitch or Mrs. Smith' whatever! So she was teaching her boring lecture in her annoying voice like always. Can't she teach while being mute, there is no need to open that mouth of hers.

Slowly her eyes narrowed and then… she began to smile? “Holy shit… you aren’t trying to… damn… you really think I’m that dumb?” she said, half-laughing, though she didn’t seem amused. “I don’t think you’re dumb, Kelsie. Quite the opposite.” “You’re… shit, you think I read those stupid books where the guy is like a werewolf or something and he’s all growly and sexy and she’s all oh no, don’t hurt me! But then they’re mates and—you must think I’m a complete idiot! I’m eighteen, not eight. You really thought if you seduced me with some romance plot that I’d just fall for it?”