Almighty Alchemist

Christmas is finally here.

Every day of this year, people will take to the streets, play the big drums, play the bagpipes, celebrate the end of the old year in peace in their unique way, and look forward to the new year as equally beautiful and peaceful.

This is a festival full of people's good expectations, whether it can be achieved or not, so Christmas is also called Christmas.

However, this year's Christmas Day is doomed to be no longer peaceful.

The rushing horseshoe breaks the calm of Xiangye City, bringing a touch of atmosphere to the upcoming major celebration.

A large number of samurai warlords were dispatched, and officials from the Legal Affairs Department took to the streets collectively, keeping their eyes on every suspicious outsider.

Any teenager who is about 14 or 15 years old will be brought into the department for repeated questioning, and the portrait of Hugh Iglell is once again plastered all over the streets. The knights took to the streets, forming squads of murderous faces, and the whole city became heartbroken.

The discordant spirit of killing dilutes the festive celebrations and affects the hearts of every citizen.

People are talking about:

"What the **** happened? Why are so many warriors on the street?"

"I heard that he was going to arrest a man named Shuigler."

"Oh my gosh, you mean that the nationally wanted offender Xiu Yierer came to Xiangye City?"

"Isn't this impossible?"

"It sounds terrible, but it was a murderer. I heard he assassinated an important empire."

"Who knows, but anyway, the news is boiling the city."

"I am more concerned about Christmas. I just hope that the big discounts for those merchants will not be cancelled as a result."

The noise from outside could not disturb Xiu at all. At this time, he was struggling to write in his room until Clarice hurriedly pushed in the door.

"Fink." Clarice called softly.

"Wait a minute, that's fine." Xiu intensified his writing.

After writing the final drop, he looked back at Clarice: "Is there anything wrong? Clarice."

"There are people from the Legal Department everywhere. They are hunting for Xiu Yierer. They heard that he has arrived in Xiangye City." Clarice eagerly said.

"What does that have to do with me?" Xiu shrugged.

"They are arresting all teenagers who are about sixteen years old. You still have to go out today." Clarice said, looking directly into Xiu's eyes.

"I'm afraid it won't work, Clarice. The Brownie family has invited me to a dinner party, and I have agreed."

"No, you can't go!" Clarice cried. "They don't like you!"

Xiu stopped her: "Clarice, today is your big day in Lanya. Why don't you go back and stay with the girls? Remind them about what needs attention. Rest assured, I can take care of myself of."

"but……"

She didn't go on, just grabbing Xiu's arm, and anxious tears were already flashing in her eyes.

The two were silent at the same time, and the atmosphere was a little stiff.

Xiu thought about it, picked up the book he had written from the stand and put it in Clarice's hands.

"What is this?" Clarice stunned.

"New script, no song and dance ensemble can eat for a lifetime with a repertoire. You need a new script. After Turandot, there are more and better shows waiting for you to perform. After coming out of Xiangye City You will see that the stage is so vast and there are too many people who need you to conquer. "

"But ... I ..."

Xiu covered her mouth: "Look, there is the answer you want."

Clarice looked at Xiu suddenly.

His hand was running through her length, leaning her lightly on his shoulder, and softly saying, "No one has ever seen you as a gentle and attentive woman, right? ... Thank you very much Everything you have done for me these days. "

Clarice was flustered, and she shook her head again and again: "I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Clarice, you are a clever person. I noticed that after our first intimate contact, you were not as close to me as Daisy and Landy. On the contrary, you were more alienated from me. I observe After a while, now you help me clean the house every time in the past few days. You have cleaned up, not even a head. "

At the last sentence, Clarice's face turned pale.

Xiu gently pulled out a head and showed it to Clarice's eyes. At that root, there was a bit of golden light.

Holding on to Clarice, he whispered, "Thank you, I know you are for me."

"I ... I just don't know what to do." Clarice covered her mouth and tried to cry.

"That's why I didn't want to explain anything to you in the first place. I don't want to affect any decisions you make ... You know, Clarice, you really are a fool. I gave you a chance, but you gave up. It's ... you should have exposed me. "

"No." Clarice hugged Xiu's body. "I can't do it."

Lying in Xiu's arms, she sobbed and allowed Xiu to pat her on the back gently.

In these days, she has not spent in conflict and pain. After she was now Xiu Yilaier, her sanity told her more than once that Xiu Yi's existence should be immediately revealed to the Legal Department. But her feelings told her that things were not as simple as she imagined, and Hugh Gladler was obviously not the murderous maniac on the wanted order.

What should she do? This made her extremely miserable.

So before she made a choice, she chose to conceal as much as possible of the existence of Xiu Yierer.

But she did not expect that Xiuyi had long noticed Clarice's behavior.

The fear of a woman in love, and the abnormal behavior that appears, is too easy to detect.

Looking at the anxious Clarice, Xiu sighed. He pointed to the book he had put in Clarice's hand: "Read it out."

Clarice obediently opened the script that Xiu gave her, and said gently: "Earl Monte Cristo?"

"Yes, it's not really a script in the true sense, it's just a story ... I'm writing it for you."

She looked at Xiuyi with a puzzled look.

Xiu Yi said softly: "It comes from a story that I have heard since childhood, but the background of the story is too large, so I modified it slightly. It probably means that a persecuted teenager spent a long time in the middle After years, I finally broke free and finally fought back. It sounds cliché, right? "

"A persecuted boy ..." Clarice savored the meaning of the sentence. She looked at Xiuyi: "That boy ... what kind of persecution did he suffer?"

Xiu slowly replied: "He was delivered to a desert island as an experiment, waiting for him. In addition to the heavy work, it is only possible to come at any time."

"Oh my God. What happened then?"

"As you know, he escaped."

"Then what? Will anyone hunt him down?"

"If no one knows about his escape, there will naturally not be. But if he retaliates before the escape and destroys that sinful hell, there will be many people who hunt him."

Clarice covered her mouth lightly.

She finally understood.

Xiu is telling her everything in her own way.

Xiu Yi picked up a few more scripts from the stage and crammed them into Clarice's arms: "The one just now is just a story, and now these are the real scripts. Look, I think you will like it."

Clarice opened the book instinctively.

"Carmen?" She looked at Xiuyi.

"Yes." Xiu laughed. "Carmen, Macbeth, and La Traviata. I have written all the best stories I know here, and I hope they will help you."

"You're leaving?" Clarice asked urgently.

The woman's sensitivity made her aware of the farewell in the other person's words. Although she already knew that the boy in front of her had decided to leave today, at this moment she still hoped that the other party would change her mind.

Xiu gently kissed her lips: "You know I can't stay here all the time, that's not good for you."

"I'm not afraid……"

"Don't say stupid things." Xiu stopped her, he whispered to Clarice, "don't tell Dess and Randy that they can't bear it. At least until the end of the performance, don't let them know.

Clarice nodded silently.

Taking out the letter just written, Xiuyi said, "Can you do me a favor?"

"What's busy?"

"In a few more minutes, the Brownie's carriage will come to pick me up. I will go to the Brownie's dinner before you enter the theater. When I get in the carriage, you hand this letter to Lord Warrior near the inn. "

Clarice looked down, and saw that it read: Lord Ablitt.

"I do not understand……"

"Don't understand, Clarice, don't ask anything. Promise me, don't open the letter anyway. If someone asks you, you say that you wrote the letter, you know? Believe me, if You believe me, just do what I say. "

Clarice stared at Xiu Yi with a bite of her lower lip. "Yes, Fen ... grams, I believe you."

Toward dusk, the carriage of the Brownie family came to the hotel.

The housekeeper waited respectfully at the entrance of the hotel to welcome Xiuyi.

Standing at the window, Xiu Yi looked coldly at the street patrol. A large number of samurai are still patrolling around, and all teenagers who are about 15 or 6 years old are seized and questioned.

After a group of warriors from the lord's house came to the hotel door, Xiu Yi said to Clarice: "After I leave, you immediately give the letter to the warrior, and then go to the theater to prepare for the show, understand?"

"I don't think you will come to our show tonight, right?"

Xiu Yi looked at Clarice affectionately and said slowly: "Yes, I have a bigger show tonight."

Looking at the back of Xiu Yi out of the hotel, Clarice's eyes were already wet.

She noticed a quarrel at the door of the hotel.

A warrior seemed to be planning to take Xiu away for interrogation, but members of the Brownie family prevented them from doing so.

The quarrel was loud, but Xiu's face remained calm.

It was not until the Brownies' family repeatedly defended their family reputation that they were important guests of their family, and they could never have been repaired by Iglesias.

When Xiu Yi got on the carriage, he glanced at Clarice at the window and secretly pointed his fingers at the warriors who had just argued with the Brownies.

Clarice immediately understood.

The carriage went away, and Clarice hurried out of the hotel, facing the Lord Bushido: "I have a very important letter to the Lord Lord, this Lord."

"What letter?" The samurai asked casually.

Clarice looked at the back of the carriage and said softly, "I think ... has something to do with Hugh Iglells you're arresting around."