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Chapter 42: Cthulhu's Wrath

["No no-let me go !!!" The screams continued.

Catherine was so frightened that she looked at the person who was standing beside her just now being bitten by a monster emerging from the sea, her eyes dull.

The humans who survived the race ran out of the beach and entered the woods in front of the beach. Catherine, who had returned to God, followed in a panic.

Blame that monster!

Catherine remembered the monster who had escaped from the circus and later showed her goodness, with a little resentment in her eyes.

Her feet had been blistered, and she had been scratched by branches, ragged, and looked miserable.

Suddenly, dense black shell maggots crawled out on the ground again. They ate everything, and instantly turned the people running in front of them into a pile of bones. Catherine screamed and ran away.

Above the mountain, the torches on the altar were lit in turn. The man in black robes cut off the monster's wrist and watched the blood flowing down the groove on the altar ground, his eyes frantic and scary.

"We offer sacrifices to the gods! Pray for your wake!"

There was a bigger storm on the sea, and some terrible existence deep in the sea opened his eyes.

That is, an inexplicable great existence-Cthulhu. 】

——From "Rage of Cthulhu"

"Let me go." Zhou Yu frowned, and lifted the old man's hand on his shoulder.

"I'm here to get the documents. I'm afraid I can't die." Zhou Yu smiled, but his eyes were cold.

The old man froze and naturally saw that the young man was unwilling to be his apprentice.

"Boy, why don't you want it? I'm the best alchemist in this city, you promise you won't lose it!" The old man's face was wrinkled, and he had a childlike stubbornness in his eyes. .

"... No."

Zhou Yu was speechless.

He walked into the credential room and saw the walls covered with various credential models. The only table was full of papers full of messy notes.

"Excuse me, where is my certificate? I'm still in a hurry when I wait." Zhou Yu looked at the entangled old man with a cold tone.

"No, no, you must have rejected me without knowing who I am! I used to be the chief alchemist of Toria, but I was forced to leave Emperor Capital only because of being framed by my peers, and returned here to do this job! Don't underestimate Me! As long as you become my apprentice! I promise! You will become the greatest alchemist of all time! "The old man did not answer Zhou Yu's question, and continued to persuade Zhou Yu, his expression was paranoid to some madness.

He must take this young man as an apprentice! His life is running out. He has no time and energy to return to the emperor to avenge that scum. Only by receiving a genius as an apprentice can he prove to the world that he is right! Everything he does is for the development of alchemy! He's not wrong!

Zhou Yu looked at the nonsense old man, frowned, and was impatient.

He had to go back and cook for Franken. He didn't have time to listen to the old man talking deceptively nonsense.

"My family was once the most prosperous big family in this country. Even the king bowed his head to the people in our family, because they were all casters and alchemists. There was a senior alchemist and intermediate caster! To this day, there are countless alchemy and magic books in my family! "

"I don't need to know these things, please tell me that the documents are—" Zhou Yu wanted to interrupt the old man aloud, but stopped when he heard what the old man said.

There was a flash of suspicion in his eyes, and he asked, "Do you say your family still has magic books? How many?"

He really didn't believe that there would be a lot of magic books in such a remote town.

You know, the caster is an existence that ordinary people can't see in a lifetime, not to mention precious books about magic.

In this era of knowledge that is not circulated, the price of books is unexpectedly expensive. The original owner can buy an ancient magic book that has exhausted all his savings. Is this old man really more valuable than ordinary books? A magic book?

The old man saw that the young man he valued became interested in his family and immediately began to show off.

He boasted about Haikou, saying that his family's collection of books was comparable to that of Toria's royal library, because it was collected through generations of their family.

Zhou Yu knew that there must be an exaggerated element, and naturally he didn't fully believe it. He saw the old man boasting about it, and began to look closely at the document room. He accidentally saw an abandoned manuscript.

A drawing of a human body is drawn on this manuscript paper, and the fine lines outline a fine anatomy of the human body.

In this era when human alchemy experiments are forbidden, he thinks he knows why the old man was driven out of the capital.

"If you can, I would like to look at those books before making a judgement, sir, you know, I'm so shy, I can't buy many books, and if you really have a lot of books, I should agree Zhou Yu took the gold coins in his pocket and smiled and interrupted the old man's long argument.

The old man's eyes showed surprise, and he was incoherently happy: "Okay, come, follow me! I'll take you to our family's library!"

When the old man pulled Zhou Yu, he was about to leave the ID room, or Zhou Yu reluctantly reminded him that his excitement had not been issued, so that the excited old man had recovered a bit of reason, and I did n’t know which corner of the corner to take Zhou Yu's official The alchemist's certificate was given to Zhou Yu.

Because the city's alchemist society is only responsible for the assessment of low-level alchemists, Zhou Yu is now only a low-level alchemist.

But this is enough.

He didn't want to go too far in this direction, because in his opinion, except for some individuals who have the true ability, many of them were mixed into formal alchemists by rote memorization, which is actually as ancient as China. The magic stick is almost the same.

After receiving the certificate, Zhou Yu followed the old man out of the Alchemist Society. As for Franken's breakfast, Zhou Yu decided to buy something to compensate him at noon.

Under the leadership of the elderly, Zhou Yu quickly came to an old quaint house.

The red bricks and tiles, the three-storeyed spire, the overgrown courtyard, the tattered iron fence, and the atmosphere of a medieval haunted house.

Zhou Yu glanced at the old man with some doubts in his heart. Anyone who sees such a broken house would not have thought of any precious books in it.

"Come, young man, come with me!" The old man was anxious when he saw Zhou Yuzhang at the door, "Don't look very broken outside, in fact it's still very good!"

Obviously, he also knew that his ancestral house was very old, but he was too lazy to take care of it, and he was too lazy to hire servants to clean up for the alchemy experiment. This caused the original luxurious and beautiful house to look like this.

Zhou Yu stepped in with doubt, but clenched a dagger in his hand. He was ready for the old man to be a lunatic.

Following this crazy old man, Zhou Yu walked into the library located deep in the house.

Huge bookshelves are scattered throughout this originally empty room, and the shelves are full of dusty books.

In the quiet collection room, the sun shines through the small windows on the walls and falls on those books that have not been viewed for a long time. The dust is flying in the light, and the time seems to have stopped.

It can be seen from so many books that this family has really been glorious and has had a period of glory.

Zhou Yu's grandmother's green eyes widened, and she looked at one of the bookshelves neatly arranged with magic books, and smiled.

Great, there are so many books! Then the trip to Kailans, the magic city, doesn't have to be so tight.

Zhou Yu turned to look at the proud and expecting old man and smiled, "I wonder if your Excellency would like to make a deal with me?"

The old man shook his head and said firmly: "No transaction is needed, as long as you are willing to take these books away! As long as you promise to be my apprentice!"

Zhou Yu smiled and looked down and said, "It's really unfortunate. The interest in alchemy is actually not great, and I think the reason why you want to accept me as an apprentice, um, is to return to the imperial capital. Become the chief alchemist? "

The old man's eyes darkened, and he was silent for a while and said in a righteous manner, "It's not because of this ... I'm old and not so eager for power, I just want to prove that my alchemy is correct! Let those stigmatize My people regret it! Let the world know that I am right! "

"Is it a human experiment?" Zhou Yu said faintly about the alchemy that the old man had been hiding.

"!!!!!!"

The old man was horrified, and his forehead was sweating. How did this young man know!

He had intended to lie first, to convince the young man to himself, and then to pull him into the water to tell him the truth when he had to learn his alchemy.

But now, everything is over.

No one wants to be an apprentice to the infamous human experimenter.

He was doomed.

"Actually, I don't think human experiments are completely wrong, as long as they are not ** experiments."

At this time, alchemists also acted as doctors, and blindly superstitious alchemists, alchemists who knew nothing about the structure of the human body, killed many patients who had only had minor illnesses.

In the modern world, advanced Western medicine does not exist at all here. Some are only infusions of gold or bloodletting treatments. The treatment methods are extremely ancient and unsanitary.

Zhou Yu watched the old man's face change slightly, and he had a bottom in his heart.

This old man must have done ** experiments, ha, sure enough, in this world with a weak moral concept, pure scholars simply can't live, even this old man who seems to be moving towards science is stained with the blood of experimenters.

"You can prove to the world that you are right! As long as you study some facts that do exist."

"But I am old, and I can no longer dissect the human body as quickly as when I was young, calculate the size of each bone, and the distribution of each internal organ." The old man sat on the carpet in the library.

He has given up his plans to accept Zhou Yu as an apprentice.

He knew that this young man was very clever and would not follow him in this blood-stained path.

"If I say, can I rejuvenate you?" Zhou Yu came to the bookshelf full of magic books and ran his fingers across those thick covers.

The witchcraft he learned from Feng Xing is just right here.

The old man with his head suddenly raised his head, hesitating.

"I have an alchemy potion. You can use your soul as a price in exchange for youth, and you can't do ** experiments later, otherwise it will accelerate aging. How about using this potion to exchange these books, would you like?" Zhou Yu looked at the old man's cloudy eyes, and there was a touch of indifference in his eyes.

These restrictions are of course true, but this is not an alchemy potion, but a maggot, which burns the essence of the human body, which is the soul of the world.

In a small two-story building in the slum, Franken walked out of the guest room and quietly nestled in the living room waiting for the creator's return.

He knew that the Creator had a lot of work to do, and he wouldn't blame anything, but only occasionally felt a bit lonely.

Looking dullly at the fluff on the carpet, Franken remembered the vague memory of the previous few days.

He remembered that he was staying in the living room like now. After a while, he walked into the basement involuntarily and kissed the Creator. The Creator hated him because of that, and only changed his attitude until yesterday.

In fact, he could feel the existence that came to him, and even vaguely realized the relationship between them-the unknown existence was the subject, and he was a trivial fragment.

Who is he? Is he just a clone of that soul?

Franken's original clear eyes were filled with deep blue, but he was unwilling. He was the life created by the Creator. He didn't want to return to the subject, and didn't want to lose his consciousness and leave his favorite Creator. .

He wants to be the subject, not a fragment that will disappear at any time!

Outside the house, a group of people in black robes came to the door and knocked.

The headed man in black robe looked at the faintly glowing statue in his hand and nodded at the person beside him.

"For the glory of our Lord!"

bump--

A loud noise smashed the door.

Franken, awake from contemplation, looked up, his eyes full of murderous intentions.

who is it? Dare to break into the Creator's house!

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small theater:

Franken: (Lifts up the knife and fork) I'm going to rebel!

Cthulhu: (Raising tentacles) I kill myself!

Zhou Yu: (cold.jpg) Where is the luck?

Cthulhu and Franken: (Baby is grieved but the baby doesn't say .jpg) Do you feel bad about your wife?

Zhou Yu: (Walk away indifferently)