Every qualified Alchemists will have at least one sophisticated method of encrypting manuscripts.
Nicolas Flamel's manuscript is clearly not the same type of notebook that Dumbledore gave him before.
The building has 13 floors.
This is where Vincent is staying temporarily.
At his insistence, Nicolas Flamel assigned a group of Magical Automaton to spend an afternoon decorating the entire floor in a Space Capsule style.
Zero gravity environment simulated using an alchemical apparatus;
A magical window reveals outer space;
A display panel with a strong sci-fi feel;
And the T-800 with its rounded white armor.
"Big White, pour me a cup of tea."
Vincent, who was nestled in a sleep pod reading a manuscript, had barely spoken when a small-headed, big-bellied Magical Automaton came over blankly carrying a pot of tea.
He noticed the small detail that he had said "cup" but had received a teapot instead.
This entire floor's zero-gravity environment is only for those weighing less than 100 kilograms.
Not counting the additional white armor, the T-800's frame alone weighs nearly 300 kilograms.
If we used the original cup, we probably wouldn't be able to drink this tea.
Vincent, who took a sip from the spout, discovered that it was warm.
He looked the teapot over and over, and finally spotted an orange-red number on the side that appeared to indicate the temperature.
45 degrees Celsius, not too cold, not too hot, just right.
This seemingly silly Magical Automaton is actually quite thoughtful.
"Big White, can you talk?"
It is clear that Nicolas Flamel did not have a sound-producing device installed.
Vincent lowered his head and continued looking at the manuscript.
Studying Alchemy in Space Capsule environment, he does indeed have a bit of a punk master vibe.
If it were real outer space...
The Magical Automaton, tentatively named Big White, remained motionless, except for its seemingly blank little eyes that blinked occasionally.
It was almost dawn when Vincent reluctantly closed the manuscript.
He stretched and looked at the star-studded Milky Way through the glass.
Goodnight, Big White.
The Magical Automaton that Nicolas Flamel created do not need to be charged or replenished with energy.
Because this entire building is filled with magic.
I had a very good night's sleep, since Big White didn't move an inch the whole time.
Good morning, Big White.
Vincent sat up and floated up with a slight effort.
He floated out of the sleep pod without any discomfort and picked up a handle on the wall for moving.
"Washroom".
He took his hand and led him through the corridor to the only room on the entire floor where gravity existed.
He wanted to experience it, but he didn't want to make himself uncomfortable.
After taking a shower and brushing my teeth, it's already 8 a. m.
After having a French breakfast on the rooftop, Vincent returned to his private workspace on the 13th floor.
This place also has a Space Capsule style, except that the equipment used is the same as Nicolas Flamel's.
He floated to the chair next to the workbench, sat down, and took out his small cloth bag, which had been enchanted with the Undetectable Extension Charm, from the drawer.
Mithril has multiple properties, and its primary use is, of course, in making weapons.
Only Nicolas Flamel's family was wealthy enough to afford all sorts of things, including gloves and welding torches.
Browning and Enfield are useful, but they are ultimately Muggle items, and it would be disastrous if people found out they had been used with magic.
Especially Draco and Fudge.
A gun crafted using Alchemy is a necessity.
Therefore, his current task is to disassemble both guns and draw a new design based on the parts.
Zero gravity isn't scary, all you need is a goofy Big White.
"Could you please get the hammer—the smallest part?"
Big White stretched out his arm and reached out several times before he could reach it.
Vincent caught the hammer very quickly.
After all, I was a science student in my previous life, so I'm very familiar with drawing and the like.
When it comes to the design of the outer shell, his drawing skills are quite "soulful".
I spent the whole morning revising and rewriting, but I was still not satisfied.
He gripped Lucy's SAS Tactical Dagger and suddenly had a sudden burst of inspiration.
This is a magical world, and there's no reason why some weapons that only exist in fantasy shouldn't be possible.
For example, a combination of a dagger and a pistol, Gunblade.
After drawing a straight line on the parchment, Vincent did not write again for a long time.
The owner of a certain weapon, whose symbol is a lion, Gunblade that looks more like a sword than a gun. Although it is good, the owner possesses magic.
It's not the Middle Ages, so the blade doesn't need to be too long.
The straight line has an extra downward curve.
Even though Mithril is not as strong as silver iron, it is still harder than ordinary metals.
Therefore, the front end does not need to be pointed; designing it as a square with a downward transition is more conducive to increasing the wound area.
The bottom of the gun body has a straight blade, and the muzzle is vertical and parallel to the square blade with a curved transition.
The grip is designed to be on the larger side.
Since it's Alchemical Item, there's no need to consider whether the magazine placement is reasonable.
It was noon when Vincent made the final stroke of the overhead view.
He couldn't wait to find Nicolas Flamel.
"A very good design, perfectly combining the advantages of both weapons."
"Teacher, can it be manufactured?"
Nicolas Flamel didn't disappoint those hopeful eyes before him. "Of course you can, you can even try right now."
Vincent stared at the five Gunblade at different angles on the parchment, his thoughts drifting back to his previous life when he was still in elementary school.
Whether someone is strong or not is a matter of one version, but whether someone is handsome or not is a matter of a lifetime.
Even if it were the sewers, he chose that man without hesitation.
I spent my allowance and bought the New Year's package, but my damage only increased by a tiny bit.
Until that woman appeared.
Bloodstained Rose– just from its name, it sounds like a ruthless character!
He poured his pocket money into it, but ultimately failed to pry open the manhole cover.
From then on, he quit the game.
The following year, I returned to the game after hearing the news of the upgrade.
Then he was greatly disappointed, and after several years of back and forth, he was finally struck by lightning on his way to his girlfriend's house.
Looking at the relieved expression on the eleven-year-old boy's face, Nicolas Flamel couldn't help but wonder if the homework he had assigned was too difficult.
After all, he hadn't even mastered Alchemy yet, so he chose to use Mithril to create his first piece.
There is definitely pressure.
But he could swear to Merlin that he was absolutely doing it for the good of his new apprentice.
Starting from scratch and progressing from copper to iron to silver is not something that can be accomplished in just one month.
If he fails even with this Mithril Gunblade, he shouldn't claim to be Nicolas Flamel's apprentice.
Vincent, pulling his thoughts back to the real world, looked at his teacher's hesitant expression and assumed that the teacher didn't think much of the Gunblade's practical use.
Do you want to be strong or handsome?
Children make choices; adults want it all.
In this lifetime, he will kick open the manhole cover!
"Teacher, let's begin now!"
Nicolas Flamel was intimidated by his fierce little eyes.
What is this trying to prove?
Is Vincent Wayne qualified to be Nicolas Flamel's apprentice?
"Okay, I'll watch from the side."
Over the years, Nicolas Flamel has seen many more determined individuals.
But this time, his intuition told him he wouldn't be disappointed again.