The method wasn't particularly sophisticated, but it still managed to get the job done.
Vincent left them with enough bullets before leaving.
Most are made of common materials, with a small portion made of orochlear and some featuring engraved Magical Circuit.
Ben Hong, who had some knowledge of Alchemy, shook his head at the other eight people.
"I only know that the patterns on it have magical effects, but even if I figure out the principle behind it, it would probably be very difficult to replicate."
"Why?" Cheshire carefully placed down a bullet with flowing green stripes.
"Can't you Alchemists use analytical spells to determine the proportions of ingredients, thereby creating replicas that are almost identical to the originals?"
Ben Hong stared at the eight pairs of questioning eyes one by one, "Do you think he is an ordinary Alchemists?"
"Let alone Nicolas Flamel's apprentice, any Alchemists of any decent skill level would have their own recipes."
He pointed excitedly at the nine pistols on the coffee table, "What good is knowing the proportions of the analysis spell? The components that evaporate during forging and distillation cannot be detected."
The gun's body has a black iron metallic sheen with a hint of brass, making it look somewhat like the same material as Gwent.
"It should be a very special iron-copper alloy, but because of the different neutralizing materials added, it lost its Transfiguration and instead greatly increased its hardness."
Those who knew a little about the subject got more and more excited as they talked, and even complete laymen knew what it meant.
The difficulty for competitors to imitate is too high; the Alchemy Shop is truly a promising business opportunity.
The prerequisite is to solve the problem of the scarcity of Alchemical Item.
Cheshire relaxed her brow. "His abilities seem fine, and his character seems—"
"It's too early to draw conclusions." Lucifer clenched his fist and then relaxed it.
Maiyami others also thought of the blond, blue-eyed vampire far away in Japan.
He behaved like an aristocrat, but when he tormented people, he was like a devil.
It's not that I haven't thought about running away, but that I lack the confidence to do so.
Cheshire and the others found it hard to understand this feeling, but they could sense the fear deep in their eyes.
We definitely need to take another look.
Vincent took a shower when he got home, and when he went upstairs, he found Sam's room empty.
"Mom and Dad, did Sam run away?"
Eric waved the Evening Prophet in his hand at him, who had just come down.
"Everyone has seen Mr. Graves's picture. It's only natural that he would run away."
"Oh, then let's go."
Anyway, they'll be back in a few days, unless those two sworn enemies meet.
Lady Luck might think it's not good to always favor one person.
While the Wayne family was fast asleep, Sam, who had just returned to London, ran into a drunken Bradley.
He pulled out his wand and instantly sobered up, then pounced on the person and pinned them firmly to the road.
"Damn it! I finally found you!"
Sam initially resisted, but after being hit hard a few times, he resigned himself to his fate.
In the dead of night, only agonizing screams echoed through the quiet of London... After more than half a year, the feel of the punches has become more solid.
"Tell me, who is protecting you?!"
"I'd rather die than tell."
"Then I'll beat you half to death!"
Bradley dragged him into the alley.
As dawn approached, Sam confessed everything.
After deducting rent and food expenses, a monthly salary of 10 Galleon is not low.
Including bonuses and commissions, one can earn two or three hundred in half a year.
"I... I've already spent it all."
After another brutal beating, Bradley's anger finally subsided.
Dragging Sam, who looked like a pig's head, they arrived at Wayne's house.
The two bodyguards didn't recognize Sam, but they both recognized his boss.
Are they here to demand an explanation?
This...
"Don't worry, I'm not here to cause trouble."
He looks calm and collected; he's probably here to negotiate.
Vincent was woken up just as dawn broke.
He looked at Sam, whose face was bruised and swollen, and laughed rather unkindly.
"Ahem—Mr. Graves, I didn't mean to hide it."
It is completely different from the version given by the person involved.
If it weren't for his sympathy for this poor Auror hadn't had a vacation in years, he, as a recipient of the Magical Congress Medal of Honor, would have written a complaint letter immediately.
"No, that's not it!" Sam tried to make a final stand.
Unfortunately, Bradley's opinion of Vincent was significantly better.
Can a child be as malicious as an adult?
Besides, the parents have apologized repeatedly; holding onto this will only make us seem petty.
"It's nothing," Bradley his hand dismissively.
"I've already taught that bastard a lesson. He won't dare bother you again next time."
Sam seemed to have something to say, but before he could open his mouth, he was kicked.
He didn't send the person flying; the force was perfectly controlled.
Vincent felt he had been too kind.
Why bother making a hangover cure? Just pour a bucket of ice water over him and he'll sober up.
The same goes for wages; once they're paid, they're just squandered, so it's better not to pay them at all.
Bradley declined the Wayne family's invitation to breakfast and left with Sam like a dead dog.
They came with swift and decisive action, and they left just as quickly.
We need to find a new store manager again.
After breakfast, Vincent had to unload the boiler from the room and pack it into his suitcase, still undecided about who to use.
Viktor will stay in Japan to help Rinne secretly take control of the Shingu Family, while Lestrange and Devin will soon be setting up Alchemy Shop overseas.
Nagini and Surya have their own shops, and the nine members of Fallen Paradise have not yet gotten used to "normal life".
Why not just set up an unmanned store and have the two bodyguards replenish the cards periodically?
After posting the notice at the Wizard Cards flagship store in Diagon Alley, we returned and took a car to Surrey.
The scenery along the way was beautiful, and we arrived at Burnham Beeches before noon.
The venison, which had been aged for two days, is now ready, and its texture and flavor have improved by more than one level.
Research and development will continue in the afternoon.
Although it wasn't the first time Grandpa Wayne and Mrs. Wayne had seen a boiler, the alchemical boiler still amazed them.
Mysterious flowing stripes, a metallic material that resembles silver but is not.
Perhaps because they had been exposed to more magic, the two old people gradually calmed down from their initial surprise.
Vincent improved the prototype Alchemy Mechanical Arms by adding joints, making it more flexible than a human arm.
However, this is only theoretical, because the more complex the structure, the more difficult it is to control.
He spent three days testing the shielding performance of nearly fifty alloys and finally found that tin-copper alloy was the best.
It was a week later that the first "five-degree-of-freedom joint" robotic arm—that is, 3 translational degrees of freedom and 2 in-plane rotational degrees of freedom—was successfully debugged.
Sirius Black remains at large.
The Daily Prophet has been rehashing old news lately, and has yet to report on the Ministry of Magic's latest arrest operation.
One has to admire the old man's foresight; Fudge is actually provoking us from the other side.
But the fact that they can endure for 12 years means it's destined to be a protracted battle.