Unexpectedly, Zhao Mai met Mr. Nicholas Flammel again. His roar was still lingering in his ears, and it was a sentence "What's the use of a gargoyle that can be controlled by others? They all melted back!"

The final casualties have been counted. The house has nothing to do with the loss of money. The lives of the house elves and servants were just mentioned. The deaths of several alchemists made the old man furious. As a famous alchemist, the Lemay family always attracts alchemist. Wizard apprentices come to visit, and those who can enter the mansion to study and do not go back during Christmas are all important apprentices at the core, not to mention that most of them have relationships with other wizard families behind them.

The old man Flameer knew this very well, so he was very angry. This incident would definitely greatly damage the authority of the Lemai family in the wizarding world. He gave the stone statues life through alchemy, and then controlled and ordered them with spells. This is quite popular among the wizard families in the European continent and is protected as the core secret of the protection system. The old man made gargoyles, but the daily spell maintenance was not necessary to be carried out by his hands. He was furious at the younger generation for "unfavorable maintenance" and "leakage of secrets", and then began to complain about how to explain to the same ancient families.

Zhao Mai thought about it. If he wanted to win over the wizards in Europe and gradually change the atmosphere in the magic world, this might be a good entry point. So he coughed twice and came to the old man's sight with the grateful eyes of "Flameer juniors".

"Mr. Flammel, I have an idea."

"Mike! Thank you so much this time!" Nicklemay's name is too long, I'll save the word count with this translation: d stood up from the wheelchair, walked over like an enclave, and stretched out his hands to Zhao Mai: "First of all, our negligence has caused trouble for your glorious duel, and then I want to thank you for your help in our family, especially for the treatment of Barbara. Thank you very much."

"This is what I should do. In fact, it is the trouble caused by the duel between Grindelwald in the manor." Zhao Mai said: "Barbara's legs need to be lying quietly and resting. It is best not to go to the ground within three months. I have some ointments here. You are an alchemist, and my ointment is just a sign of your heart."

While talking, Zhao Mai asked Dogian to hand over the healing oil. There were many potions stored on the "the·che", all of which were prepared by Zhao Mai for the Potion Store. The bottle in his hand was a product of combining druids, academic bachelor's degree and wizard's potion course knowledge, which was comparable to the existence of "Black Jade Intermittent Paste".

"Black Jade? But is this white? Can I take a look?" Nicolamee is used to this kind of situation, and many alchemists will ask him to appreciate his works. So he took the ointment, opened it and identified it, raised his eyebrows and said, "It is a natural recovery potion, which is really rare. Most alchemists pursue more magical, and they are very few. In fact, according to my words, they can only last for a long time. Just use this for Barbara!"

If someone jumped out at this time and said, "How can this Oriental man trust the skills?" or "He is so attentive, he must have some intentions towards Barbara and has bad intentions!" or the secret leaker: "He is the xx secret treasure that covets our family."

Then, Barbara stood firmly on the side of Zhao Mai to defend him, and encouraged the arrogance of the "bad-minded" faction. Then, a wave of "mixed" faction came out, and based on the proposition of fairness and fairness, a "match/gambling battle" was launched to verify the protagonist's strength, and let the protagonist prove that he had no "mind".

The opposite, the front, the side master took turns to take turns, and a branch plot that was popular for thousands of words that I liked appeared in full. But unfortunately, none of this appeared, just a flash of time in Zhao Mai's mind...

"That's what I prepared for the pharmacy, there is definitely no problem with the efficacy." Zhao Mai said in a low voice: "Actually, I have another request: Can the bodies of those dead people be given to me? I have a curse that I have always wanted to do an experiment."

"Are you a necromancer?" Nicolmae frowned. The old man lived for six hundred years, from the darkest era when the wizard was captured and killed until today. Many stories are legendary to the present people, and they are just memories of him. He does not reject the current black magic, because in the past these so-called "black magic" were just the basic means of wizards' protection. But the necromancer is another matter. It is not black, but an evil that plays with life and death and soul.

"Of course not!" Zhao Maizha said and denied this accusation. "I am also studying the Philosopher's Stone. There are some research results at present, and there is a certain chance that people can revive it. This process is currently unstable and I have been improving it. I think it will always be good if some losses can be recovered."

Mr. Nicolemay weighed the pros and cons and asked a question: "Is your method quite resource-consuming?"

Zhao Mai nodded and showed a helpless expression: "If it weren't for the consumption, I wouldn't want to open a pharmacy to make money. I also want to have a philosopher's stone, and then use alchemy to turn the stone into gold."

"It can only be cheated for a while if you turn stones into gold. It is OK to use them to do alchemy experiments, but if they are too far away from the Philosopher's Stone, they will gradually become invalid." Nicolmai smiled coldly: "I actually went bankrupt in that year, and there were three principalities. Who asked them to support the elimination of the wizards?!"

There is such a secret, wouldn’t it be like his ice sword? Isn’t it like his goblins in Guling Pavilion also started to have a headache? Zhao Mai now thinks that the old man Nicolemay is quite cute like him?

He quickly drove this thought out of his mind, then nodded and said, "Yes, this resurrection ceremony consumes a lot of resources, and I can't experiment frequently, so I'm asking you for help now."

"Okay, you make a list of what you want, I'll ask them to prepare for you. But I have a request, and I and two other people will watch the ceremony."

"I can't tell you all the complete recipes, this is my core secret."

"I won't tell you how to make the magic stone." The old man laughed twice, then turned to scold his younger generation: "Collection of all the dead, block the manor and castle completely, and no news is allowed to go out! Anyone who dares to say a word will keep him shut up forever!"
Chapter completed!