The Modern Age of the Mysterious

"The Modern Age of the Mysterious (

Alicia Pompeii took a light sip of tea.

In the chessboard space, it does not delay the rest of the body and brain.

The night is long, and they still have a lot of time.

It was only then that Sean discovered that in the thick fog behind Alicia, there were rows of chess pieces standing like tall soldiers...

Waiting quietly in the thick fog.

"All the inheritances of the three alchemists have been passed on to the 'Spiritual Craftsmen Association'."

"What would a spiritsmith be?" Sean still knew very little about the history in the mist.

"The Spirit Craftsmen Association is an organization that has been passed down for thousands of years." Alicia's eyebrows were lowered, her green pupils were slightly shining, "It is as old as the Candlelight Reading Club...

"If you want to use a metaphor..." Alicia raised her head and thought for a while, then said, "Spiritual craftsmen are craftsmen who believe in the spirit of rationality, while reading clubs have the same philosophy - teachers.

"Same belief, different direction."

Alicia nodded: "Yes, there was a lot of intersection and cooperation between the two.

"Later, for some reasons -- these reasons can't be mentioned, even in this space.

"In order to continue to exist, the Spirit Craftsmen Association's pursuit and ideas were forcibly erased, and it became the Daedalus Foundation, which focuses on eliminating the risk of human existence."

"That is to say, the Craftsman will be the predecessor of Daedalus."

The Spirit Craftsmen were forced to change their course. This made Sean frown.

What force forced an ancient organization to change its course, extinguished its spiritual pursuit, and made itself "instrumental"?

Sean has a guess.

However, for the sake of safety, he first terminated the tentacles of thinking that were exploring in that direction.

"That's right," the female chess player continued, "and the reading club has to become more secretive and loose...

"In short, the legacy of the three alchemists has been passed on to the Spirit Craftsmen Association, which is now the Daedalus Foundation."

And now these human treasures are all in the hands of a "madman".

Shawn's mind came to the appearance of "Wizard" Rabilins with rough beard and hair.

"And the so-called 'treasure house'..." Alicia raised her right hand slightly, and a beautifully shaped, metal cryptex appeared in the air.

The face of the cipher cylinder is six turntables engraved with letters - the thing can only be opened if the correct ciphertext is pieced together.

"That's the thing."

Sean looked fascinated at the cryptex twirling gently in the air.

Judging from the structure and carvings, it is clearly the work of the master alchemist, Dar Finch.

He did not expect that the treasure trove, which symbolized half of Daedalus' wealth, was no more than the size of a scroll.

"What's in the treasury?"

Alicia did not speak, she took out a pendant the size of a pigeon egg from her chest.

At the push of a small button, the pendant opens silently.

Sean's soul suddenly felt a warm feeling as if being illuminated by the sun...

Alicia twitched her fingers, and from the opened pendant, a little thing radiating dawn wafted out.

The female chess player motioned to Sean to open her palm, and the star-like light fell on Sean's palm.

"Feel its power, but don't use it."

Sean clenched the immortal spark with some naughtiness and closed his eyes.

That little light of dawn melted into his spiritual essence.

Suddenly, he felt a "lift".

The quality of his soul suddenly increased by a rank, and the divine feathers and collections in the divine root space emitted strong rays of light.

There is no doubt that if any kind of spiritual power is stimulated at this time, it will have far more power than usual.

If the power of the script in "City of Two Suns" is stimulated at this time, the entire block will be plunged into a scarlet Shura field...

It's just a little bit the size of a star, making Sean feel like he can do anything.

Sean didn't use it, and handed back the little substance that exuded dawn: "This is...

"A touchstone made by Flamel?"

A substance that turns stone into gold.

A substance that can turn decay into miraculous.

A substance that fulfills people's dreams...

The female chess player nodded slowly.

"The secret treasure of the Daedalus Foundation is the Philosopher's Stone?"

Sean felt a sense of relief.

"The legacy of the three alchemists, of course, includes the Philosopher's Stone!"

Unexpected, reasonable.

"That is to say..." Sean, who came into contact with the truth, had a slight trembling feeling all over his body, "The cipher cylinder contains all the precious stones in stock today."

Alicia put away the pendant properly and erased the phantom of the cryptex: "It's true."

"Is the stock of Philosopher's Stone limited? People can't make it anymore?"

If "Dawn Warlock" Flamel once produced this substance based on ancient books, why would the Philosopher's Stone become a limited resource?

"The method of making the Philosopher's Stone is lost again? Flamel deliberately ruined the recipe?"

Alicia put down the teacup, and instead of answering, asked a question: "Xiao, have you ever thought about such a question...

"If you want to achieve any goal, you have to pay the corresponding price...

"If you want to drive a vehicle, you must burn gasoline; if you want to light a lamp, you must consume electricity; if you want to use magic, you must consume spiritual power...

"However," her eyes contained mystery, "the golden stone can turn a stone into gold, and a piece of psychic energy can be multiplied.

"When these miracles are achieved, there is no price to pay...

"Why is this so?

"I mean, why is there such a thing in the world?"

Sean stared into Alicia's eyes, waiting for an answer.

Sighing lightly, the female hero with far-reaching strategies continued: "When the Dawn Warlock Flamel restores the method of making the Philosopher's Stone, and makes the Philosopher's Stone...

"He also thinks that he has finally stepped into the realm of God, breaking this equation between 'effect' and 'cost'."

Sean shook his head in a trance: "The power that does not need to pay... This is... This is something that can change the entire era and the world..."

But the ~www.NovelMTL.com~ world has not changed.

Sean knew that there must be some hidden secrets in it, so he listened intently.

"After getting the Philosopher's Stone, Flamel became a guest of the king at that time, and used the Philosopher's Stone to achieve many incredible miracles.

"The most exaggerated one, he turned every brick, every tile of a castle into gold.

"Dawn Warlock became famous, stabilized his friends Dale Finch and New Eden, and became the greatest alchemist of his time.

"Later Dale Finch found him and told him one of his concerns—

"The Patriarch of Precision Alchemy believes that the so-called 'not paying the price' is impossible.

"If you gain something, there must be a price.

"He thinks the price is just coming to the world in a different form."

Hearing this, Sean's breathing became lighter.

Part of the truth of history was quietly revealed: "Later, Dar Finch's prophecy came true.

"In the second year of Flamel's misuse of the Philosopher's Stone, a terrible plague broke out in the kingdom, killing tens of thousands of people.

"After witnessing the shroud that stretched to the end of his vision, Warlock Dawn suddenly realized—

"This is the price of using the Philosopher's Stone."

Sean was stunned for a while. Alicia was silent for a while, allowing the New Testament reporter to clarify her thoughts.

"That is to say..." After a while, Sean confirmed, "The Touching Stone does not mean that people don't need to pay.

"Instead of converting the price?

"The king got a golden castle at the cost of tens of thousands of people dying in the plague?"

Alicia nodded heavily.