Old Tang fell asleep in the sound of Ander's voice. In the white light of the ward, Ander took out a ruby half the size of a palm.
This is the authority within Norton's body. As a dragon king, his authority is not as powerful as that of an ordinary third-generation species.
This disguised form proves what is said in the Binghai Fragment: Sitting on the throne are twins, one holding "power" and the other possessing "power".
There is no doubt that Norton is the twin who controls the power, possessing a larger body and strength, and also more violent.
And Constantine, who was huddled in the Bronze City, was undoubtedly the one in control.
Thinking of this, Ender put Norton's authority in his pocket and walked out. Now, he was going to check out the progress of the other guys.
The lunar base is not that big. After several years of development, this base can only accommodate a few people, but its task is very arduous.
This is the last bastion of mankind. The relevant departments of China expect to build this place into a self-sufficient paradise in the next twenty years. Although according to the predictions, the future is not so bright, it is undeniable that the secret party provides shelter here.
A lot of resources have been invested.
At this moment, in the laboratory of the Alchemy Department, a slovenly old cowboy was singing and dancing with a wine bottle. When he saw Ander coming in, he put down his arrogant face for the old and disrespectful vice-principal and pulled Ander aside.
"Nicholas, are you drunk again?" Ander looked at the flushed Nicholas, who took out a few pieces of paper from the table and threw them into Ander's arms.
"A pure human being," the vice-principal slapped the wine bottle on the table: "He is a pure human being, without a trace of dragon blood contamination."
"You mean Old Tang?" Ander frowned and looked at the appraisal report on the paper: "He has obviously been soaked in dragon blood, why?"
"Because he is an organ of Norton himself," Nicholas touched the stubble on his chin: "White blood cells will remove foreign matter in the body, but they will not remove their own healthy cells. The same is true for dragon blood."
"It's too far-fetched. I would rather believe that God shows up." Ander curled his lips: "But no matter what, Norton was solved by us."
"Indeed, come and see," Nicholas said, leading Ender to a row of petri dishes: "Norton's flesh and blood is the supreme treasure."
"The flesh and blood of the Dragon King is the supreme treasure for refining the Philosopher's Stone. Only the bones and blood of the first-generation species have such power and pure spirit." Nicholas is now like a drug addict who is high, and the smile on his face is suppressed.
Can't live.
"It's incredible. Are you sure it's still effective if we do it like this?" Ender looked at the rows of black flesh and blood, feeling a little doubtful.
"Of course it works." Nicholas took out a small box from his arms and opened it gently. A blood-red gem lay on the velvet cushion, shining brightly: "It was just extracted yesterday."
Nicholas showed a crazy smile, stroked the uneven surface of the Philosopher's Stone with his thick fingers, and said to Ender:
"Alchemy believes that the world is composed of the four elements of earth, fire, water and earth, and above it, the spiritual element unites everything. It is similar to the dragons." Nicholas closed the box and said to Underkopp: "All dragons
All bodies contain spiritual elements, but some are more and some are less."
"So only the first generation species has enough spiritual elements?" Ender concluded.
"That's right, if we use oil as an analogy, other dragon species only have one or two drops in their body, while the first generation species is a large oil field." Nicholas said an analogy that American soldiers would like very much.
"Have you figured out how to use them?" Ender asked Nicholas: "These things are enough to destroy the already fragile alchemical product market of hybrids."
"The market for alchemy products is small not because of insufficient output," Nicholas rolled his eyes at Ander: "It has only a small demand, and is not afraid of dumping, and there are not many civilian products."
After finishing talking about economics, Nicholas felt a little more lonely: "Now the use of the Philosopher's Stone is just to turn it into a weapon and join the next battle."
"It doesn't matter. You have plenty of time to do research anyway. I'm more concerned about when you can make some gold for me." Ender interrupted Nicholas' melancholy without a care and changed the topic to something he was interested in.
The most well-known effect of the Philosopher's Stone is the Philosopher's Stone. True to its name, ancient alchemists hoped to turn lead into gold, and the most well-known raw material was the Philosopher's Stone.
"Didn't you say that the gold refined before didn't taste good?" Nicholas was stunned and retorted.
That's right, as a giant dragon, how could Ander let Nicholas, the master of alchemy, go? As early as when the two met for the first time, Ander wanted Nicholas to refine some gold to enrich his treasure house.
It's a pity that the gold refined at that time had an unpleasant sulfur smell and tasted bad. It was as sparse as tofu that had been left out overnight. Ender gave up the idea of refining it, but now he has the Philosopher's Stone.
, maybe try again.
"One moment is another, the Philosopher's Stone you used last time was not handed down from your ancestors. It may have expired. Now try with a fresh one?" Ender shrugged nonchalantly: "And don't you want to try it too?
Test the power of the Philosopher’s Stone.”
Nicholas Flamel, this name is not his real name. In fact, the name Nicholas is passed down from generation to generation between masters and apprentices. Only those alchemists who have learned to refine the Philosopher's Stone can inherit this name.
But as the Dragon King disappeared, this technique gradually turned into a time-consuming and labor-intensive dragon-slaying technique. When the current Nicholas Flamel took over the title, he only had a Philosopher's Stone the size of a grain of rice left.
, lying in the tutor's safe.
Later, this Philosopher's Stone, which was as big as a grain of rice, was thrown into the crucible by Nicholas and was refined into a piece of gold the size of a fingernail. Ender commented that it was "unpalatable and crumbly."
After being encouraged by Ender, Nicholas entered the laboratory with the newly refined Philosopher's Stone. Accompanied by fire and violent explosions, a dark-faced Nicholas walked out holding a piece of gold.
"I only used a quarter, and the output rate is much higher than before." Nicholas wiped the sweat from his head, showed a fatherly smile, and said to Ander: "Come and taste it, how does it taste?"
?”
Ender took the thumb-sized gold bar and looked at the uneven elliptical cylinder shape of the gold. He frowned and his magic power surged out. The gold bar floated in the air and was shaped by the squeeze of Ender's magic power.
A small golden ball.
Ender pinched the golden ball, turned it into a faucet and threw it into his mouth, savoring the taste of gold, and then said after a while: