Chapter 69: Deduction
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“Looks like apart from working with me, that fatty, Belek, has other important figures behind him. Looks like I have to be careful. Otherwise, with his influence as the president of the Sith Chamber of Commerce, he wouldn’t be able to obtain so many good things!” Looking at the four boxes of high-grade alchemy materials in front of him, Mas fell into deep thought and thought to himself.
In these four boxes, apart from most Level 3 and Level 4 magic crystals of various attributes and the corresponding all-purpose steel frame, the rest were high-grade alchemy materials above Level 5.
There were as many as nine Level 5 materials. However, six of these nine alchemy materials were magic crystals of different attributes. After all, these things were made by props alchemists and were not that rare.
Water, Fire, Earth, Ice, Wood, Lightning, etc. The remaining three alchemy items were the highlight.
They were high-grade obsidian that enhanced the anti-magic attribute, granite essences that increased the hardness of items, and all-purpose mud that had extremely powerful self-recovery abilities.
In addition to the nine Level 5 alchemy materials, there were three sets of Level 6 alchemy materials. They were the fire-attribute Hellhound Fangs, the dark-attribute Dark Hell Stone, and the adult Unicorn’s Young Horn.
According to Mas’ estimation, the alchemy materials that Belek sent over this time were worth tens of millions of gold coins. This also made him more certain that there was a big shot behind Belek.
Perhaps the other party’s purpose for coming to meet Master Mas was to meet the important figure behind him.
Of course, Mas was happy to see this.
No matter who the big shot behind Belek was, he had already given him enough goodwill signals. After all, who wouldn’t like a deal that they could work together to win?
Mas put all the alchemy materials into the alchemy space and sat on the transmission channel to the top floor, ready to refine again.
He took out the Creator’s Alchemy Platform and the remaining alchemy materials from his personal alchemy space.
After glancing at the remaining alchemy materials in his hand, Mas first planned to use a Level 5 all-purpose steel frame to fuse, but he used up all the Level 5 all-purpose steel frames before the ideal super fusion was activated.
Then, Mas planned to put advanced obsidian, granite essences, and all-purpose mud together with the earth-type six-star magic attributes on the Creator’s Alchemy Tower for synthesis.
To refine powerful alchemical creatures, one did not necessarily need a relatively intact corpse of a magical beast of a very high level. In this magical world, there were still puppet type alchemical creatures.
One only needed magic crystals, all-purpose steel frame, and other mineral alchemy materials to successfully refine a powerful puppet type alchemical creature.
This time, Mas planned to start refining puppet type alchemical creatures.
As for whether he could successfully refine puppet type alchemical creatures, Mas was not too worried. It was still the same thing. With the Creator’s Alchemy Platform, his success rate was 100%. Even if he did not succeed and ended up producing trash, he could still restore a portion of the materials through the decomposition function.
When Mas put the materials for refining puppet type alchemical creatures into the alchemy platform for refinement, as expected, the familiar purple light illuminated the entire room on the tenth floor again.
Looking at the familiar Purple Aurora, a warm smile appeared on Mas’ cold face.
The scene changed to four hours ago.
In the capital city of the Storm Empire, in the notorious slums of the capital city, on the Rotterdam Continent, every empire, country, and even village had slums of different sizes.
Just like how there were always mice hiding under the dazzling light.
The slums were the darkest areas in an empire or kingdom.
In the slums, human lives were like grass.
In the slums, one could kill for a gold coin. After all, a gold coin here was enough for the family of three to live for a few months.
In order to survive, everyone would risk everything. There were lackeys who helped transport drugs and kill, porters who did the most physical labor, and prostitutes who sold their bodies in exchange for a full stomach.
There was no law here. Whoever had the biggest fist was the law.
Even the soldiers of the Storm Empire would not come to the slums when patrolling. After all, there was no profit here. Not to mention how tired it was to patrol here, he might even lose his insignificant life.
Because this was a place that even the royal family had given up on.
Even the Level 6 Harold had personally tidied up the slums when he was the emperor.
However, it was useless.
If there were rich people in the world, there would be poor people. This was the system. There would always be a batch of people who would serve the aristocrats of the upper echelons.
Unless Harold was willing to use the royal family’s money to fund these poor people, he would never be able to break the foundation of the slums.
It was also when Harold was tidying up the slums that he experienced his first failure in life. Because of this, he gave up on the idea of tidying up the slums.
At this moment, in an old tiled room in the slums, apart from a table, there was nothing else in the tiled room.
A candle was lit on the table.
Three people in black cloaks were standing beside the table. Their heads were covered by black hoods, making it impossible to see their faces.
“I’ve already found out!”
“The Level 6 alchemist who killed the Benefactor is called Mas. He lives in the Alchemy Tower in the northernmost Dark Forest of the Storm Empire’s capital city!” One of the shortest people said in a hoarse voice.
Under the light of the candle, one could see a spider tattoo on his left face. On the spider’s body was a number “7”.
“Luther, what is the President’s order?”
“Are we going to capture Mas or take his Level 6 alchemy item?” another burly man asked.
He also had a spider tattoo on his face, and the number on his spider was 5.
When Luther heard that, he replied in a hoarse voice, “The president’s order is for us to bring Mas back to the headquarters!”
“The president’s mental strength has made another breakthrough recently. She plans to brainwash Mas!”
“If we can successfully brainwash them, our organization will be able to obtain the power of a Level 6 alchemist!”
“Leave this matter to me!” Another person said coldly.