Parachelsus is recognized as the first alchemist under the starry sky, the general counsel of the alchemy union of the three continents, and the only living title craftsman. In the world of star refining, artifacts are the patent of gods. In human history, no one has been able to create a magical artifact, so quasi-artifacts have become the pinnacle of the achievements of human alchemists. One-third of the quasi-artifacts in the world of star refining are from this master.

A piece of equipment can be sold at a sky-high price as long as it is a master's "Flame Holy Hand".

Not only that, Parachelsus completely changed the gloomy and strange image of an alchemist in the minds of people in the Xinglian world. He was gentle and elegant, just like the most loved mentor in the academy. He was polite, and even the most stubborn gentleman could not find out his faults. He was kind and generous, and his name was always on the list of disaster donations on the three continents.

However, today, the old man with a gentle white beard was furious and was subjected to the anger of the volcanic eruption of the world's number one alchemist in the refining world. He crawled on the ground poorly and covered his head with his fluffy claws. His two ears, as big as a squirrel's tail, drooped down, covering nearly half of his body.

That's right, what Lord Paracheluss is teaching a lesson is the cute magic refining pet he made by himself, the name Doudou.

"Half bag of black sap nine-seed grass, whole cracked-toothed fish and dragon eyes, two kilograms of rhino-headed snake gallbladder... These are all the top space-based alchemy materials, and they are all ruined by you. You are so too overdoing, too arrogant, and too unwilling to take my master's words seriously. You, you, let me know clearly. From now on, you are never allowed to approach my laboratory ten meters, otherwise you will never be allowed to eat Hami fruit!"

"Woooooo..." Miss Doudou shook her ears and looked at the white-bearded old man with grievance. Parachelusus said angrily: "Are you not convinced?" Doudou protested and pointed at the old man, then jumped out of the window, and jumped out. Parachelusus was furious. He misunderstood Miss Doudou's meaning, thinking that Miss Doudou invited him out to "fight one-on-one".

"Okay!" Paracelsus gritted his teeth. Although he was old, he was not a soft persimmon that no one could pinch. The old man picked up his crutch and rushed out.

As soon as he went out, the old man was stunned. The charred traces were circled and circled on the grass outside. Parachelussus was very familiar with it. It was Doudou's waste of his top-notch space-based alchemy materials. But now, in the charred circles, a young man was lying unconscious.

Young people are a little different from ordinary people in the Xinglian world. Their hair is rare black. Although their figure looks a little thinner than ordinary people, their muscle lines are perfect and they hide terrible explosive power.

"Did you summon him?" Palachersus asked Doudou in disbelief. When he made Doudou, although he added some magical talents to this life mark because of a whim, he never expected that one day Doudou would be able to cast magic!

Doudou nodded with certainty. As for whether she did it intentionally or whether the blind cat met a dead mouse, she was different from the human and beast of Parachelsus and had no language, so she didn't have to testify in court.

"This is impossible..." The old white-bearded man held the crystal glasses on his nose, threw away the crutches in his hand, and quickly walked to the young man. The crystal glasses seemed to have not changed much to outsiders, but the moment Paracelsus helped him, a function had been turned on, and a number flashed quickly in the lens: sixty!

These glasses are also the master's own work. The quasi-artifact recognition eye can see through a person's strength. The number of sixty is not high, but considering the master's identity, it is not something that ordinary people can do to get a pass score in the judgment system of the No. 1 alchemist under the starry sky.

This value shows that the young man lying on the ground has at least the strength of a level six warrior or a level six magician.

In the world of star refining, all professions are divided into twelve levels, of which below level 6 is one level, and above level 7 is one level. Below level 6 is the title remains unchanged; above level 7, warriors are promoted to war generals, magicians are promoted to magicians, and alchemists are promoted to alchemists. As for the demigod realm that exceeds level 12 and reaches level 13 or above, they are called gods of war, god of magic, and craftsmen.

When you reach the demigod realm above level 13, you will be respected by the entire continent and get your own title. Any title profession has the ability to influence the power structure of the entire continent.

Parachelsus is currently the only alchemist in the world with a title: a non-human craftsman. The title of non-human is not a derogatory meaning, but praises him for reaching a height that humans cannot reach.

Paracelsus looked up at the sky, and a water-blue dome enveloped three hundred meters above his head. The sun, wind, birds and beasts could freely enter and exit the blue barrier, but humans could not. This is also the master's work "The Cloak of the Goddess of Wisdom".

Paracelsus has lived in seclusion here for thirteen years. Almost everyone in the Star Refining World knows the master’s intention: as long as you can pass through the cloak of the Goddess of Wisdom and meet the master himself, you will become the master’s personal disciple. But thirteen years have passed, and countless young talents from the three continents have come and gone, and no one can pass through this barrier. Paracelsus has been waiting for thirteen years, but he has not been able to wait for a disciple he likes.

"Maybe this is a joke made by the God of Wisdom and me, or maybe this is a clear way that the God of Destiny has given me. No matter what, this young man is the only person who can pass through the Goddess of Wisdom, and he is my disciple." The master finally received an apprentice, and he was happy in his heart. He pointed at the poor little monster casually: "Doudou, carry him in." After that, he walked back to the house with his hands behind his back.

Under the water-blue dome, the emerald green earth was charred and a simple wooden house was built against the fir forest. The beans, the size of a rabbit, stretched their ears and rolled up the young people on the ground. They moved towards the wooden house step by step. After two steps, they were exhausted and stuck out their tongues, and lay down on the ground with their eyes drooping. Paracelsus said unhappily: "Okay, I'll give you two more Hami fruits for dinner, so move him in."
Chapter completed!