Gē zhēng was taken aback, and after careful thought, he realized that this was the future.
"Sigh…" Gē zhēng sighed and lowered his head in contemplation for a moment, then suddenly smiled, "Go back and tell the Crown Prince that I can't guarantee the safety of the entire Dongsheng Academy, but I will not choose to be loyal to anyone. If they want to kill me, let them come."
"Master, why do you have to be so stubborn..."
Gē zhēng squinted, "I won't compromise! When they send several batches of assassins, they'll know I'm not that easy to deal with. They will weigh the pros and cons themselves. Killing me will incur great losses and may benefit others. That's when I will have temporary peace."
Seeing his determination, Demont said, "Master, rest assured, I will do everything I can to prevent the Crown Prince from taking any action that is not in your favor!" Demont knelt down, bowed, and then left resolutely.
Demont knew the weight of his words. He hadn't made this decision on a whim. Gē zhēng had a deep impact on him. Although Demont was used to thinking like a noble, the knightly ideology that had been passed down for thousands of years in the Star Refining World also had a great influence on him. He was not a petty person and would not seek revenge for past grievances.
Also, he didn't know why, but he vaguely felt that at least among the three royal princes in the palace, perhaps none of them were Gē zhēng's match. This feeling surprised Demont himself. He wasn't sure about the other two, but during the time spent with the Crown Prince, he could see that the power the Crown Prince held in his hands could easily overthrow a small principality. In this situation, he still had unwavering confidence in Gē zhēng, which felt strange even to himself.
Outside the door, Demont rode away on horseback, while Gē was standing at the window, watching him leave, feeling somewhat heavy-hearted.
The next day, another major piece of news spread throughout Dongsheng Academy:
The Crown Prince decided to send his eldest son, the fourteen-year-old Imperial Grandson Kefulan, to Dongsheng Academy, also choosing the alchemy department.
Two application letters lay on Ramil's desk, and the old mage's brow furrowed even tighter this time.
Gē zhēng couldn't understand why they valued him so much. He was just an alchemist. Was it worth going through so much trouble for him?
As for the Crown Prince, it was because of Demont. The Count was definitely acting in good faith and had detailed his acquaintance with Gē zhēng to the Crown Prince, hoping to make him understand Gē zhēng's strength and not to provoke him. However, this only sparked the Crown Prince's great interest, and he was even more eager to recruit him. With Demont's consultation with the Crown Prince, the latter believed that it was worth using his son to win over Gē zhēng.
As for the Fourth Prince... only he knew.
"Master!" Norodon burst in with a flushed face, waving a crystal card in his hand, "Master, our first transaction was finally successful!"
Gē zhēng smiled. Over this period, the only thing that had made him feel at ease was the alchemy business. Norodon had already built a complete sales network, and Gē zhēng had taken some time to create some small trinkets. His alchemy timing device was half the size of a regular one, yet the price was only twenty percent higher.
Originally, Gē zhēng had planned to manufacture even smaller timers at the same price as regular ones.
But this idea was quickly vetoed by Norodon. "Master, you just need to be slightly better than the current level to attract customers to buy our products. Even if our alchemy technology is advanced, we don't need to showcase all of our techniques at once. Leading the pack this time, leading the pack next time, we can make gold coins twice. Also, in terms of price, those buying your alchemy works want to show off. If your price is not higher than others, it won't reflect their status..."
Gē zhēng wasn't good at managing the business, so he just let Norodon handle it. Gē zhēng's alchemy works had been on the market for only half a day, and the first deal was done. A timing device was sold for two thousand two hundred gold coins.
With too many worries lately, it was rare to have such a joyous occasion. Gē zhēng tossed the extra two hundred gold coins to Dunk, asking him to prepare a big feast to celebrate that evening.
Seven days had passed since Cross crawled out of the grave. Cross used rocks to draw a line on the wall. In his heart, he had cursed Gē zhēng countless times. Damn it, if that tomb thief hadn't stolen all my belongings, how could I, the grand master of dark alchemy, have fallen to such a miserable state!
Although he was an undead lich, if his body was too damaged, he still needed time to recover. The most troublesome thing was the recovery of magic power. The essence of the undead within him formed a special structure similar to a magic core to supply him with magic power, but unfortunately, this "magic core" was destroyed by Gē zhēng's sword piercing through his chest. If not, why would Cross have lain in the tomb for so long?
As an undead lich, Cross was a special kind of creature, or rather a spiritual attachment, and all the pores on his body were closed, unable to absorb magic elements from the air. He needed certain special substances, like magic crystals or magic cores, to restore his magic power.
Even though magical beasts were afraid of him, what he relied on was the intimidation from the high-level magical beasts. If a real fight broke out, now that he was in a helpless state and his magic core was shattered, and Gē zhēng had completely cleaned him out, there was a 99% chance that Cross would become a somewhat challenging meal for the magical beasts.
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“What have you done to me? I'm going to report you to the General's Mansion!” Peilin was truly panicked.
Ge Zheng raised the small bottle in his hand and said, "This is called Shou Gong Sands. If a female student is innocent, when this is applied, it will leave behind a Shou Gong mole - don't worry, it doesn't harm you, it's just a mark. When the female students grow up and have their own husbands, this Shou Gong Sands will naturally disappear..."
A male student blurted out, "Oh, I understand. If one day Peilin's Shou Gong mole on her hand disappears, doesn't that mean Miss Peilin has been..."
"Smack!" Peilin was furious, slapping the back of the male student's head. Ge Zheng looked at the male student approvingly, thinking, "Good kid, he has potential!"
Peilin never thought of what to do, but having such a conspicuous mole on her hand gave her a feeling of being watched. Moreover, who knows if this villainous teacher's words are true or false. If it's false, and the mole suddenly disappears one day, she wouldn't be able to explain it...
Irmada quietly picked up her book and slinked out from under the desk.
"Irmada, where are you going?" Faefae, the little witch, asked loudly with an innocent smile.
Swish!
The attention of the entire class was drawn to Irmada, who was about to slip away. Irmada was embarrassed and looked at Ge Zheng, who was walking towards her with the glass bottle. Irmada shook her head fearfully, backing away, "I don't want to try..."
Suddenly Irmada slammed the book on the lectern, closed her eyes and said loudly, "Okay, I admit it. There's actually nothing between me and him, all those words were just me talking nonsense. I don't want to be marked with a mole and be watched all the time..."
Ge Zheng showed a victorious smile, while Peilin was miserable. No matter how she rubbed, the Shou Gong mole on her hand wouldn't come off. She knew that what this villain of a teacher said was probably true. Alchemists always have some strange things to use to prank others. Irmada admitted she lied and got away, but Peilin not only failed to help her little cousin get revenge, but also got teased again by Ge Zheng. Irmada was right, with a mole on her hand, she felt like she was being watched all day long...
"Humph!" Peilin snorted resentfully and walked out of the classroom through the back door. Ge Zheng winked at everyone and said, "I think I didn't dismiss the class, did I? Peilin has left early, deduct four credits from her."
In his heart, he thought, "Will Vasch come looking for revenge again tomorrow?"