However, the other side was not in a good situation either. There was only a fire element mage with an iron staff badge who had suffered a minor injury in the fierce battle, and Rondo, the alchemist with a golden owl badge who stood on the ghost carriage with a composed expression.
Escape had become a luxury. Now he could only hope that the paper pigeon he sent would be received sooner and that people would sense his dangerous situation. All that was left was to try to delay as much as possible and buy time for the slim chance.
The ghost carriage stopped. Rondo got off the carriage. The injured fire element mage with an iron staff badge also jumped down and fell to one side, checking his injuries. "Damn it. My ribs are broken."
Rondo would not have spare time to care about a fire element mage with an iron staff badge. The only reason he was here tonight was Alkmaar. He was only responsible for the request of his friend Alkmaar. As for the life and death of others, he didn't care at all.
Walking up to Font, Rondo stared at the young man standing in front of him with his remaining eye that didn't seem to be completely intact. He looked at him with interest. "A young possessor of supernatural power. Haven't had time to register with the Holy See yet. A wizard equivalent to the strength of a silver crow badge. Interesting. You are a genius."
Font accepted this appreciation from the enemy calmly. He had heard countless praises for his talent in this regard. He was already used to it. Enduring the intense pain coming from his broken leg, he smoothed his disheveled hair and bowed respectfully. "Mr. Rondo, in front of you, no one can be called a genius."
A compliment could at least make the other party temporarily immersed in joy and have the patience to continue the conversation, buying time for the reinforcements to arrive.
Rondo's face showed a proud expression. He was indeed a genius, a super genius surpassing ordinary geniuses. Before he was twenty years old, he was a loafer. He started learning alchemy at the age of twenty. In five years, he had become an alchemist with a copper owl badge. He had left his legend in the alchemy industry. Later, his alchemy skills stagnated and fell into a bottleneck. This made him lose heart and have the thought of giving up.
But after lying dormant for ten years, one day ten years later, Rondo finally broke through. His alchemy advanced by leaps and bounds. At that time, it happened that his teacher was expelled by the Holy See and sent to the cursed land because he violated some industry bans. This also made his reputation soar. He overcame the bottleneck through his own efforts. Rondo even revealed the mystery to the world.
His teacher was jealous of his talent and was afraid that he would surpass himself. So he interfered with his research, which made him stagnate for ten years. All this was logical. His teacher, Isaac Newton, was the only one with a tulip badge representing the highest level of alchemists. He was criticized as a malicious person.
"Young man, if my good friend Alkmaar didn't want to see your head, I would definitely take you as my student. A genius wizard. I believe you will also have remarkable achievements in alchemy. What a pity." Rondo looked at the young man regretfully. His great alchemy needed an heir. He hadn't found a suitable candidate in all these years.
The opportunity had come. He had to seize the chance to survive. Thinking like this, Font stepped forward and knelt in front of Rondo. Lowering his head, he said piously, "I have long admired your reputation. I just haven't had the opportunity to meet you. Otherwise, I would never become a wizard. If I could become your student, that would be great. As long as you are willing, I can serve you right now."
Rondo stared at the back of the young man. His heart was moved. What an excellent successor. However, he couldn't ignore Alkmaar's request. "Young man, I can't break my promise to my good friend. Alkmaar has helped me. The only thing I can do is let you die without pain. Believe me, I have this ability."
He took out a bottle of potion glowing with red light from his bosom. Shook his wrist. The potion in the bottle rolled up like boiling potion in an iron pot.
Font knelt on the ground and looked up at Rondo's face. His face was full of pain and he spoke with a crying tone. "Mr. Rondo, you must have a way to let me live without breaking your promise to your friend. Please. You can't hope that great alchemy will have no good heir and finally be taken to the grave."
Rondo's hand holding the medicine bottle trembled for a moment. He was thinking. Was there such a method? His alchemy must not be taken to the grave and disappear from this world. That would make people forget him, this genius. Only if his alchemy was passed on would people remember his great name. He wanted to win everything, including his reputation after death. He hoped to be praised by people.
Font saw this subtle movement. Glanced at the fire element mage who was checking his wound. His eyes were burning. "Perhaps you can find a person's head to replace me. As long as you destroy the face of the head, your good friend will definitely not be able to find out. In front of a great alchemist, there is no problem that cannot be solved."
He encouraged Rondo, hoping that his helpers would come here quickly. The pain coming from his ribs almost made him faint. He couldn't endure kneeling on the ground for too long.
Yes. As long as a head was used to replace it and the face of the substitute was destroyed. What a good idea. Rondo admired Font in front of him and thought about the feasibility.
The fire element mage with an iron staff badge found that his injury was more serious than he had imagined. He was a bit angry. "Hurry up. Finish off this damn guy. Take me back to heal. It hurts so much."
The rude and rough request made Rondo 反感. This prompted him to make a decision. He turned around and walked up to this mage. His face was ugly. "Damn fool. Your rudeness to a great alchemist will cost you your life."
He opened the bottle cap of the potion that was originally used to kill the young man. Thought for a moment. Then put away the medicine bottle and took out a bottle of black potion again. His embrace was like an infinitely large box that could hold everything.
Looking at the rude mage, Rondo grinned sinisterly. "But before you die, you have to suffer a little." The medicine bottle was opened. The black potion was poured on this mage's body. The black potion had extremely strong corrosiveness and emitted a strong burnt smell. Under the action of this black strong corrosive potion, the mage's skin festered and charred. He shouted in pain. "Damn it. What are you doing?"
The sound disappeared. The mage became a unrecognizable corpse. He gently tapped the mage's neck. Like a stone statue, it broke from the place where it was tapped.
Appreciating the stiffened head like a stone, Rondo nodded in satisfaction. Praising narcissistically. "My alchemy results are really delightful. There is no flaw at all."
Font succeeded. He made this powerful alchemist change his mind. He got up from the ground and covered his ribs. His face was pale due to the pain. "Great teacher Rondo. I think you must have some potion that can make my ribs return to normal."
Rondo snapped his fingers. Held the head in his left hand. Reached into his bosom with his right hand and searched for a while. Took out a bottle of yellow potion. "Super healing potion similar to the healing holy light of paladins. It can make your pain disappear instantly."
The legend was not a lie. Rondo's alchemy results were astonishingly powerful. Font happily reached out to take the potion. But when his fingers touched it, the potion was taken back.
Rondo looked at the young man's handsome face. Said in a faint voice, "Young man, your appearance may expose the secret. I don't want my friend to find out that I am deceiving him. I have to eliminate all possibilities of being discovered. Your face and your voice must be changed. Learning alchemy doesn't need a beautiful face and charming voice."
Font's face became even uglier. The cunning old guy wanted to destroy his appearance and turn him into a mute. That was even more unacceptable than death. But the helpers were slow to arrive here. He had to try to continue delaying or avoid this disaster. He knelt piously on the ground. "Mr. Rondo..."
Rondo didn't give the other party room for negotiation. Interrupted Font. "Either die or accept my proposal. You have no other choice."
He threw the head on the ground. Freed his left hand. Pressed it on the young man's shoulder. The pain made Font have no strength to resist at all. Reached into his bosom with his right hand again. Took out the potion glowing with red light once more. Quickly sprinkled it on the young man's face. There was no pain. But Font could feel that his face had changed. But he couldn't resist. It was as if his body had turned into stone.
Until Rondo took back his left hand that was pressing on the shoulder. Font hurriedly raised his hand and touched his cheek. His appearance was completely ruined. If there was a mirror and he saw his ugly appearance, he would definitely go crazy. This was the ugliest face in the world.
And he found that his voice could no longer be made. Even his vocal cords were destroyed. Unable to accept this cruel reality, Font couldn't even make a painful roar.
Rondo admired his proud work. Finally took out the yellow super healing potion equivalent to the healing holy light of paladins and handed it up. "Come on, young man. You have no choice. After healing the injury, you have to follow me."
Suddenly there was a burst of clear applause not far away. Rondo and Font looked at the place where the applause came from at the same time.
The face of the person coming could not be seen clearly in the darkness. Rondo became vigilant. Font thought it was his reinforcements. His teacher Mozart. Angrily wanted to make a request. Kill this damn alchemist. But he couldn't make a sound. He could only wave his arm. The pain in his ribs intensified.
But when the person who came spoke, Font widened his eyes in shock. His hearing was not affected at all. That voice was so familiar. Why was he here?
Donning Stuart.