That day, they talked with Nicolas and Perenelle until late into the night. It was hard to imagine the two elderly people had so much to say. Fortunately, the stories of their past were not boring, and they gave Albert and Isobel a glimpse of what the magical world had truly been like centuries ago. Had they been historians, they would certainly have found the LeMay Couple's recollections fascinating.
Unfortunately, neither of them was.
Albert had no interest in history.
He was only interested in the birth of the Philosopher's Stone.
That had more to do with the fact that he was an alchemist.
No alchemist could be uninterested in the Philosopher's Stone.
It was the lifelong pursuit of many.
Of course, that might also be because the Philosopher's Stone could create gold and produce the Elixir of Life.
Nicolas agreed.
Through the Pensieve, he brought everyone back to April 25, 1382—the day the Philosopher's Stone was born.
"I spent twenty-one years finally translating and mastering everything in the Book of Abraham the Jew." Nicolas raised a hand and pointed at the parchment on the table. "The last Hebrew scholar helped me tremendously. I remember that day. It was as if I'd gone mad, constantly trying to create the legendary Philosopher's Stone."
"It is the ultimate pursuit of all alchemists. Once you know how to make the Philosopher's Stone, you certainly won't be able to resist trying."
"Indeed," Albert said with a nod.
"In the end, I succeeded. To be honest, I still don't know how I did it. In any case, some mercury turned into gold under the influence of the Philosopher's Stone."
In the laboratory, Nicolas was attempting to touch mercury with the Philosopher's Stone. Once the stone was placed into the mercury, it did indeed gradually transform