After calling Vivi back to the sapphire ring, Gilan went to the window and opened the curtains in the master bedroom.
Bathed in the cool moonlight, I sat back down at the table and raised my hand.
Accompanied by distorted, iridescent light, a broken microphone with a gray-black metallic sheen appeared in his palm.
Since his Gnosis and spirituality began to steadily increase, his dimensional space has also grown larger. It now has a capacity of approximately 1.5 cubic meters.
After the triangular iron shield was damaged and discarded, more space became available inside. Gilan then stored all the mysterious items he had with Iridescence inscriptions inside.
As for the rest of the miscellaneous items, they would be placed in the alchemist's leather pouch.
The key point is to travel light.
" Alchemy Hotline..."
Gilan Whisperer to herself, then brought the eighteen-centimeter-long metal microphone to her eyes and examined it closely for a while. The thing was perfectly sealed, and its surface had a cool, frosted texture.
Immediately, he untangled the red "broken wire" at the bottom of the microphone and inserted it into the Mercury Battery, which was now only the size of a lychee.
Immediately, he saw that the inside of the microphone in his hand was flashing with golden light. Like a breathing light, several complex alchemical array patterns were revealed from top to bottom, dazzling and mesmerizing.
"It really works!"
He took a deep breath and tried to lift the microphone to his ear.
Inside, a beautiful piano melody, as gentle as moonlight, drifted out.
Tranquil, pure, and vibrant.
The tinkling of the piano was like birdsong in a forest at dawn, penetrating the heart, or like a young girl gazing at a sea of flowers in the night breeze, her smile blooming along with the flowers.
Gilan had never heard this unfamiliar melody before, in either her past or present life. She felt an indescribable peace in her soul, as if her soul had been cleansed from the inside out.
Click.
It wasn't until a deep, magnetic male voice came that he was pulled out of his reverie:
"Hey, Sabbatai, you're not dead yet?"
Gilan snapped out of her reverie at the "ringtone," thought for a moment, and then said:
"I am not Sabbatai."
"Hmm..." The man on the other end didn't seem surprised, but after a moment's thought, he said, "That's true. Judging by the timeline, he should have been dead for over ten years."
"So you inherited his estate? Or are you a descendant of the Louis Family?"
"I am not a member of the Louis Family."
Gilan suspected that the person on the other end of the phone was no ordinary person, and he chose to tell the truth instead of lying.
"Hmm, it seems you're the lucky one who inherited his estate."
"That's what the man on the other end of the phone said."
"Before we officially begin our conversation, I need to ask you a question, young stranger."
"Excuse me," Gilan asked.
Where did Sabbatai die? Or have you seen his tombstone?
" Great Forest Region, Black City, Bottle Cap Brothers Junkyard."
Gilan guessed why the other person asked that question and answered directly:
"He died in the crypt he dug himself, and even prepared a coffin for himself, but the ' Nightmare Stele ' has already broken through the cover and grown out."
"I see, I understand now..."
There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone.
"There's war going on in the Great Forest Region; this is really troublesome."
"Alright, let's get back to the main topic," the man said. "Since you've called this 'hotline,' you must know who we are, right?"
"Sorry, I don't know."
"So... oh, you didn't know that."
This time, both sides fell silent.
"Well then, let me introduce myself first."
The man on the other end of the phone coughed and continued speaking.
"We are the secret sect ' Midnight Rose,' you can call me ' White Sage '..."
Gilan listened silently.
From the man's description, he roughly learned about the other party.
" Midnight Rose " is an extremely ancient esoteric religious organization.
It has a history of over a thousand years, and can even be traced back to around 900 Dawn Era, when it was founded by an unnamed first alchemist.
This is a tantric religion with mixed beliefs.
The members within are shrouded in mystery, their strength unfathomable, and all are alchemists; calling it the "alchemist stronghold" wouldn't be an exaggeration. The members worship four Hour-God, all belonging to the Forge pathway.
The themes are " Director " in February, " Torrent " in January, " White Dove Poet " in October, and " Snow Lady " in September.
These four Hour-God also correspond to the four major areas of the Forge pathway.
Sword, Holy Grail, Pentacles, and Scepter.
The members did not fight over their differing beliefs; instead, they were very united, striving towards the same goal.
To seek the furnace path, that is, the truth of alchemy.
Its esoteric name, " Midnight Rose," carries a profound meaning.
It can also be called " Five-Leaf Rose ".
The four-leaf clover, according to legend, is the manifestation of the four elements of the universe in the material world. The founder believed that the Five-Leaf Rose represents the fifth element of the universe—
Philosopher's Stone!
This is a supreme alchemical product that exists only in theory. It is a crystallization of wisdom that combines longevity, power, energy, and truth, and it is also a miracle.
The so-called " Mercury Battery " is nothing more than a clumsy imitation of the Philosopher's Stone. No, it doesn't even qualify as an imitation; it's just a little thing that alchemists accidentally created in their quest for the Philosopher's Stone.
"Mr. White Sage, so you have Mercury Battery?"
Gilan stated her needs.
"Of course." The man on the other end of the phone chuckled, seemingly finding the question ridiculous.
It's like an ignorant child running up to a bakery and yelling, asking if they sell bread.
"Then what about the mysterious ingredients needed to concoct the magic potion?"
Gilan asked again.
"For example, 'sulfur gas,' ' Cherry Coral,' ' Vortex Molt,' and ' Black Jade Stone.'"
What he mentioned are actually the main ingredients needed for the " Wick Potion ".
"Of course," the White Sage said. "We do trade with outsiders, but only for Mercury Battery and some common mystical materials. The materials you mentioned are too valuable; only those containing ' Midnight Rose ' qualify for trading."
"I see, thank you for your explanation."
Gilan took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.
He glanced at the red thread at the bottom of the " Alchemy Hotline " in his hand, where the Mercury Battery had shrunk from the size of a lychee to the size of a longan, and his heart tightened.
He quickly added:
"Mr. White Sage, may I purchase some Mercury Battery from you in the first place?"
"Of course, no problem," the man on the other end of the phone said. "However, with the recent war between the two countries on the eastern border, this type of restricted energy is in short supply, and the price has risen to 150 Caesar per unit. Can you accept that?"
Gilan frowned slightly, not expecting the price to have increased so much.
But he had no choice but to buy it; it was a necessity. So he responded:
"I can accept that. I'd like to buy four pieces. How do I complete the transaction?"
"It's very simple," the voice on the other end of the phone said. "Just place the 'hotline' face down on a flat surface like a table or the ground, and you'll see."
Upon hearing this, Gilan released the microphone from her ear with some skepticism, then slammed it onto the wooden floor as if hanging up a phone call.
Clap
The next second.
Buzz!
A burst of golden light flashed.
On the dark brown wooden floor, a complex equilateral triangular alchemical array, one meter in diameter, spontaneously appeared, centered on the microphone!
Gilan, suppressing her shock, put the microphone to her ear again, and heard the White Sage say:
"You can simply place the currency needed for the transaction into the alchemy array."