In an alchemy workshop located in the suburbs of Langton, the capital of Victory Empire, Miss Perfikot Brandelis stood at her experint station, focusing intently on the complex glass apparatus in front of her.
While her expression was focused, her hand movents were also extrely careful and steady, not daring to make a single mistake or oversight.
Among these complex glass vessels, a pink gas was constantly being distilled, then condensing into orange-red droplets which fell into a conical flask designated for collecting these liquids.
When the droplets filled about two-thirds of the bottle, Perfikot shut off the valve of the condenser, transferred the conical flask to a nearby workstation, and dripped a few drops of pale blue liquid from a pipette into it.
Next, she took out a slender tal rod and stirred gently; at the end of this rod was embedded a gem that was flashing a fiery red light.
It didn't seem like a rigorous scientific experint, but more like witchcraft and magic.
Yet, as Perfikot stirred, the liquid in the conical flask gradually turned into a bright erald green, seemingly sprinkled with tiny specks of light, inexplicably giving a feeling full of vitality.
"Concentrated Primary Life Potion"
"Manufacturing Materials: Normal (Legendary)"
"Manufacturing Process: Outstanding"
"Effect: Equivalent to twenty years of vitality for a normal person; restores youth and extends life when consud."
"Evaluation: Compressing the primary life potion twentyfold, utilizing the Philosopher's Stone to catalyze to achieve the effect of a high-level life potion. Should I call you a genius, or say you wasted it?"
Ignoring the last half of this statent, Perfikot believed as long as the effects t her expectation, that was sufficient.
Wasted? For Perfikot, who wielded the Philosopher's Stone, it didn't matter.
As long as she's willing to lend this Golden Touching Rod embedded with the Philosopher's Stone to another alchemist, many would offer her what she desires, rely for the privilege of borrowing it.
After all, this was the absolute crown of alchemy, Philosopher's Egg, Red dicine, stone from the heavens, The Fifth Elent, capable of breaking the alchemical truth of "equivalent exchange"—the Philosopher's Stone!
"Golden Touching Rod embedded with the Philosopher's Stone"
"Manufacturing Materials: Legendary"
"Manufacturing Process: Outstanding"
"Effect: Used in alchemy rituals to enhance ritual effects by 120%, increase success rate by 40%, disregard equivalent exchange principles, replace any material or dium in alchemical rituals."
"Evaluation: With the Philosopher's Stone, even a pig can beco an alchemy master."
Looking at this Golden Touching Rod that seed insignificant now as the gem at its end dimd, Miss Perfikot was filled with emotion. Who could have imagined that the pinnacle of achievent for an alchemist—the most coveted goal—would rely be an all-purpose plug-in in her hands?
To other alchemists, this item was disproportionately overpowered and absurd.
The fundantal principle of alchemy is equivalent exchange, adhered to by alchemists to achieve various incredible miracles.
This reflects one of the iron laws of the physical world, the law of conservation of mass, which also serves as the foundation for alchemy.
But the Philosopher's Stone can break the equivalent exchange principle, using itself to replace materials or dia needed in alchemical rituals, offering true miracles for alchemists.
Hence, the Philosopher's Stone is deed the supre masterpiece of alchemy.
For Miss Perfikot, who possessed this extraordinary artifact, waste isn't a factor she needs to consider.
Whether it's mass-producing gold with the Philosopher's Stone or renting it out to other alchemists, she could quickly amass imnse wealth, potentially becoming the richest person in Langton, or even the entire Empire.
"At last it's done; once this is consud, Grandpa Fu's body will be restored to peak condition, allowing him to surpass the threshold of a great Knight and beco a high-grade Extraordinary." Miss Perfikot picked up the conical flask and poured the erald green potion into a test tube, sealing it with a cork and tucking it into the pocket of her lab coat.
After tidying up the experint table, Perfikot took a pocket watch out from her chest pocket and checked the ti.
This pocket watch was quite old, its casing engraved with the crest of the Brandlis Clan, depicting a shield with a wolf head and two crossed war hamrs.
Inside the casing, there was an animated photo manufactured using alchemy, showing a pair of smiling young couples who bore a striking resemblance to Miss Perfikot.
Perfikot was also in the picture, though her face showed so reluctance, standing between the young couple like a girl being forced by her parents to take a family portrait, putting on a small tantrum.
Yet, from the hint of a smile in her amber eyes in the photo, it was clear she wasn't quite as resistant as she appeared.
Gazing at this photo, Perfikot beca slightly absorbed, reminiscing about the incident three years ago with the couple who protected her with their lives.
"Can't believe it's been three years already." She sighed while rubbing the pocket watch, suppressing her emotions, closing the watch face, and placing it back into her breast pocket.
As Perfikot, soone who before crossing over was an ordinary person, one mont viewing a museum exhibit on difference engine replicas, the next faced with two bloodied people on top of her speaking their last words, anyone would find this unforgettable.
Even after three years, Perfikot still occasionally recalls this incident, waking during the midnight with such thoughts.
She attempted to forget this, but the mories were too heavy and profound.
Perhaps this was the last obsession of her predecessor? To her predecessor, those two who protected her with their lives might be the most crucial mory and obsession.
The old mories didn't linger too long with Perfikot. She put the pocket watch away, composed herself, and prepared to continue working.
There was another long table in the laboratory—Perfikot's desk.
The tabletop, crafted from fine white oak, was strewn with nurous blueprints, so rolled and stacked together, others spread out with drawing tools and paperweights pressing on them, evidently incomplete.
Before this desk was a display stand, on which a model of a Flying Airship was placed with a rack.
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