Chapter 1 The Beginning

After Suren left, inside a luxurious suite in the Star Hotel.

On a soft recliner, Katyusha, her face flushed with drunkenness, lay languidly. A maid was wiping the alcohol off her body with a hot towel.

She was truly drunk, her face a dizzy blur, the flush on her cheeks revealing a maiden's unique charm.

An old nanny gently massaged her temples. Katyusha slurred, "So this is what it feels like to be drunk. It's quite interesting, actually. Except for the headache. It's a little uncomfortable..."

The old nanny looked slightly helpless and said, "Miss, you've never been able to hold your liquor. You shouldn't have drunk so much. If Madam finds out, she'll say this old servant has failed in her duty. Should I prepare a hangover remedy for you?"

Katyusha waved her hand. "No need... This feeling is quite nice. It's rare to get drunk~"

The old nanny had cared for her since she was a child, and looking at the tipsy Katyusha before her, her eyes were full of affection. She said earnestly, "You can leave those matters to the people below. There's no need for you to go personally, Miss."

Katyusha felt her eyelids getting heavy, but the alcohol made her thoughts even sharper. She said, "How can I know what the world is like if I don't see it with my own eyes? All I've been taught since I was little is that commoners are dirty and lowly, pirates represent evil, and taverns are filled with laziness, disease, greed, and... all the sins of mankind. But the real world isn't like that at all. It's just the arrogance and prejudice of the noble class..."

She paused, then added meaningfully, "How can I write a good story if I haven't experienced the world firsthand?"

The old nanny listened and sighed softly. Knowing that she couldn't dissuade her headstrong young mistress, she changed the subject. "Madam has sent word that there may be great changes in the Northlands. She wants you to return as soon as possible, saying it's not safe here."

"The original story script can't be deduced any further. There must be unknown factors involved..."

The girl lying on the recliner with her eyes closed didn't seem to have heard, murmuring as if in a dream, "The Mafa Empire's royal family is about to announce its recognition of Oleg, the 'King of the North Sea'. Although that rabble won't amount to much, they'll cause huge trouble for the Luying rearguard. The Bonar royal family, Grand Duke Raphael, and the pirate leaders of the West and South Seas won't let Oleg 'become king' so easily. The era of great chaos is coming. If we don't prepare, even the most ancient families will collapse..."

The old nanny listened, a complex expression flitting across her face, and then fell silent again.

How wonderful it would be if her young mistress weren't a girl.

Katyusha seemed to be feeling the effects of the alcohol, speaking in broken sentences.

"A prophecy is circulating among the Ajin: a warrior who follows the ancient covenant will save his people and bring back the sacred object. According to historical records from the Atria period, the Daru tribe and the Human Alliance were a thousand years ago, the oath is not abandoned... The family happens to have a fragment of the Spear of Brionac, what great material..."

"A story must have a reasonable logic so that it won't be detected by sages. If I don't participate in the event, how can I involve cause and effect? Aren't we all in other people's stories?"

As she spoke, a glint of wisdom and rationality flickered in Katyusha's slightly open eyes.

She seemed to have thought of something, and murmured, "Oh, it's rare to meet an interesting fellow..."

With that, she finally fell asleep.

.......

Blacksmith Inn.

After returning, Suren and Jike hardly went out.

Every day, he would spend about an hour teaching his newly acquired disciple.

Jike really had a talent for alchemical potions, especially for bomb research!

Clearly, he was an orange seed that his father had wanted to grow into an apple, largely masking his exceptional talent.

Now, under Suren's tutelage, he was beginning to grow wildly.

Even Suren, a transmigrator, was amazed by his unconstrained divergent thinking.

Although Suren now possessed countless times more relevant knowledge than Jike, it was not certain that he could create and invent a new type of bomb.

Creation and creativity are also some of the best talents of an alchemist!

"Teacher, can we control a missile with silk threads to change its trajectory and achieve precise hits..."

"Can we use special creatures like 'split worms' that have a sense after splitting to create remote-controlled bomb triggers?"

"Teacher, do you think my idea of 'heat-sensitive tracking' is correct..."

"Conventional potion-based bombs are limited by the amount of medicine, but the actual energy that living organisms can contain is endless, such as: professionals. Can we create biological bombs..."

"..."

Suren made it clear that he didn't have much time to teach, and Jike also cherished this rare opportunity.

In just two days, he asked all the questions he had accumulated over the years. Those questions were strange and varied, like the stars in the sky, numerous and complex. Many of them were problems that even the teachers in the preparatory academy of Luying Emperor Capital could not solve.

Suren also answered them one by one with his exaggerated amount of knowledge.

Even for some unknown fields, his current thinking ability could provide Jike with an idea to quickly deduce.

......

Today is the third day.

Jike knocked on Suren's door, "Teacher, it's time to eat."

After knocking, he twisted the doorknob.

The two masters and disciples also had a tacit understanding. He knew that the teacher would definitely control the silk thread to open the door.

Opening the door, he saw a figure sitting in the room, buried in research.

Even if the teacher is as knowledgeable as him, he is still so hardworking...

Jike sighed in his heart.

His teacher didn't just know a little about everything, as he said, but he really knew everything well!

Suren was still drawing a part on the mechanical armor. Seeing Jike come in, he turned around and glanced at him, "Mm."

The food was placed on the dining table.

Opening the plate, the aroma of meat filled the entire room.

For lunch, they ate roast venison and some fruit.

Suren was not short of money and would not mistreat himself in terms of food.

The two masters and disciples would eat together in the room, and Jike would take this opportunity to take out his notebook and ask the questions he had accumulated from studying for a day.

Even when eating, Suren's Eight-Armed Spider Spear did not stop.

Eating, answering questions, researching machines, drawing... doing several jobs at the same time without affecting each other.

Looking at the radiant Eight-Armed Spider Spear behind Suren, Jike could not hide his envy: "Teacher, when will I be able to have such a powerful colonial equipment like yours..."

Suren also laughed: "You should work hard to cultivate, and you should be able to advance to a formal professional within half a year. At that time, you can think carefully about the choice of functional colonial equipment and combat colonial equipment. My path is not suitable for you, you have to take your own path..."

Jike is at the age most suitable for advancement, and learning the top secret techniques taught by Suren will start him much higher than ordinary people.

Whether it is colonial equipment or employment materials, there will be more room for choice.

Suren is also very optimistic about the future of his disciple.

Hearing this, Jike nodded with a solemn expression, "Yes, teacher."

Knowing that Suren was leaving today, his expression was a little sad.

At this time, he asked: "Teacher, are you leaving today?"

Suren said: "Yes. I have some things to do. When things are dealt with, I may go to the Imperial Capital in the future."

Sabina should have gone to the Imperial Capital now, and there is also a copy of [Isaac's Alchemy Manuscript] in the Royal Academy Library. There is also the most complete inheritance of alchemy knowledge there.

Luying Imperial Capital probably has to go.

Jike is not very old after all, and seems a little sentimental: "Teacher, meeting you is the greatest luck in my life."

Suren smiled and warned: "Work hard to become stronger, even if you want to become a mechanic, if you want to go further in the future, you must have enough strength."

After a pause, he suddenly remembered what Qiantiao had told him, and said it: "Only by standing high can you see more scenery."

Jike was greatly touched when he heard this, stood up and respectfully saluted: "Teacher, with your guidance, I think I will definitely be able to enter the Royal Academy. When I see you next time, I will definitely not let you down!"

Suren smiled and shook his head, not caring about these formalities.

But suddenly, he sensed something, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he thought: Is it finally here?

Turning his face, he looked at Jike and said sternly: "Jike, learning is one thing, but do you know, before returning to the Imperial Capital, what else do you have to deal with?"

Jike is also very smart, and after a turn of his thoughts, he immediately thought of something, "Are you talking about... that poisonous woman?"

Suren nodded.

Jike thought of something, and his face changed greatly: "Teacher, are you saying, will they find the inn?"

Suren chuckled and said calmly: "They are already here."

.......

Jike is just a student who has just graduated from the preparatory academy after all. He has no social experience and does not understand the dangers of society.

His father Benson was killed, but if he did not die, then Mary Ann and the two would not get a penny of Benson's family property in the Imperial Capital. If things are revealed, they will be wanted.

Therefore, they will definitely find a way to kill Jike and not let him leave Blizzard City.

Suren guessed it, but he didn't tell him in advance. He also wanted to let his disciple experience it himself.

Before the two finished talking, with a "bang", the door was kicked open.

A group of ruffian-like guys broke in, about twenty of them. Each of them was wearing leather, tattoos, earrings, cockscomb heads, and exploding heads, with the words "gangster" written all over them.

Blizzard City cannot use force. This rule is for outsiders.

For the local snakes, there is a lot of room for manipulation.

Suren also sensed that after these people entered the inn, the two security guards patrolling the street quietly left, obviously wanting to avoid the scene of the murder.

Jike stood up immediately, not afraid at all: "What do you want to do?!"

Suren naturally recognized the people who came. They were from the local snake "Smuggling Gang".

However, he did not speak, and silently watched behind Jike how he would face it.

At this moment, Jike already had two bombs in his hand.

This group of people was obviously prepared, and the two in front also took out riot shields.

This group of people dared to rush in so straight, probably because they thought that no one dared to attack their Smuggling Gang in Blizzard City. The leader with the exploding head, a second-order professional, sneered: "Someone spent money to ask us to invite you over."

Looking at the muzzle pointing at him, Jike shouted angrily: "Did that pair of scumbags call you here? I am the young owner of Benson Trading Company. They murdered my father and tried to seize my family property. Don't be deceived by them!"

Hearing this, the exploding head's face was full of contempt, obviously knowing what was going on. He looked at the bomb in Jike's hand and sneered: "Boy, I advise you not to be ignorant and just follow us obediently."

Hearing this, Jike was still arguing: "I won't go with you! You have no right to ask me to cooperate. This is kidnapping!"

The exploding head seemed to have heard something ridiculous and picked up his ears, "Hehe, I never said we weren't kidnapping! What's wrong, do you want to teach us 'Smuggling Gang' how to do things?"

Jike was so anxious and angry when he heard this arrogant words that he was speechless: "You... you..."

But at the same time, he was also very frightened.

He had heard of the "Smuggling Gang's" notoriety for a long time. Large and small merchants in Blizzard City had to be skinned by them when they imported and exported goods. These guys have amazing energy in Blizzard City. His father once warned him that it is better to offend the officials than to provoke this group of people.

This group of guys, like evil wolves, will cause endless trouble if they are provoked.

Although he also thought of Suren behind him.

But there are too many people on the other side, even if the teacher's methods are amazing, I am afraid it will be difficult to escape today.

What's more, if they really fight in the city, they will definitely be arrested by the security team, and the final outcome is also a dead end.

Jike also instantly realized that things were bad, and regretted that he didn't think of this earlier.

He still held on to his last hope and shouted: "If you dare to do anything, the security team will arrest you!"

The exploding head raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Hehe... the security team?"

Just when Jike was at a loss, he heard Suren behind him finally speak, "Jike, it is impossible to reason with some people. In the eyes of some people, as long as the interests are sufficient, humanity and law can be trampled on."

Hearing this, Jike's mood was very complicated, but more of it was guilt: "Teacher, I'm sorry, I've implicated you."

Suren shook his head.

If this group of people didn't come, he also planned to solve this trouble before leaving.

Since he is a teacher, he naturally does not want his disciple to be harmed by just any lackey.

Now, it just saves effort.

Looking at the masked man in front of him, the exploding head's eyes showed a slightly different color, and he asked: "Friend, which way are you going?"

Suren didn't respond to him, smiled, "If I guessed correctly, someone promised you the Benson fur trading company's property and asked you to arrest people? Hehe, was it promised 60%, or 70%?"

When Jike heard this, he realized why the gangster was involved in this matter!

At the same time, he was also angry and angry, that pair of scumbags actually used his family property to reward himself?!

The exploding head had some insight, and Suren's calm attitude made him unable to figure out what the other party's background was, "Brother, what does this matter have to do with you?"

"He is my disciple."

Suren said so much nonsense, naturally wanting to make Jike understand some truths.

He didn't expect to be able to impress the other party, and said again: "You should be clear about what happened. I want to ask, can we just stop here?"

As soon as these words came out, more than a dozen muzzles were pointed at him.

As the local snake, the Smuggling Gang has always been domineering. How could they be dissuaded by this sentence?

What's more, the Benson family's property is not a small amount. With this benefit, how could they give up!

The exploding head squinted his eyes like a poisonous snake, staring at Suren, with a threatening tone: "I advise you not to mind your own business... In Blizzard City, it is not a wise choice to offend our Smuggling Gang!"

He also vaguely guessed that the other party might have some skills, and moved out the banner of the gang.

But where would Suren be afraid?

He snorted, "Heh, I'm just asking. After all... there must be a reason for killing people."

As soon as these words fell, a violent red light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

Just when everyone in the room had no time to react, he suddenly [Flashed] in front of Jike and clapped his hands, "Silk Control Secret Skill · Slaughterhouse!"

Suren's eyes burst out with killing intent, and he grabbed in the void with both hands. The blue silk threads floating in the air suddenly appeared.

These dense silk threads are all the wind-based cutting silk threads he has created in the past few days!

This group of gangsters, with only two mediocre second-order professionals, are as fragile as paper in front of the fourth-order silk threads.

But at the same time, gunfire broke out.

Countless musket bullets also hit Suren's body, making countless holes in the room with a crackling sound.

The battle ended in an instant.

In this narrow room, these guys had nowhere to escape.

Suren was safe and sound.

Killing this group of people, he finally felt that the restless emotions in his heart had calmed down a lot.

At this time, he sensed something and said, "I'll be right back."

Saying that, his figure disappeared in the room.

......

The smell of blood came to his nostrils, and Jike took another look. In the huge house, he was the only living person left.

Looking at the limbs and broken arms all over the ground, there was only disbelief in his eyes.

Killed?

The teacher killed them all?

The palms holding the bomb were full of sweat, and Jike's mind went blank in an instant.

He had never killed anyone before, and it was the first time he had seen so many dead people, and all of them were limbs and broken arms!

Blood was flowing under his feet, soaking the carpet into a dark red color. Intestines, minced organs, and minced meat were everywhere.

Like building blocks scattered all over the ground, Jike's heart ushered in an unprecedented shock!

While he was still stunned, a figure flashed, and Suren reappeared at the door of the room, and he was holding a human head in his hand.

When Jike saw that face, wasn't it the head of Raman, the former family guard captain!

God, in just a few moments, the teacher killed a third-order professional?

Jike's eyes were full of shock.

Suren beckoned: "Let's go."

Jike was still a little dazed, and asked instinctively, "Teacher, where are we going?"

Suren said a few words lightly: "Cut the weeds and eliminate the roots."

........

Twenty minutes later, a private nursing home in Dongcheng.

Suren waited for a few minutes at the entrance of the hospital.

Suddenly, an explosion rang out in a VIP ward on the second floor of the nursing home.

One minute later, Jike walked out calmly.

Suren looked at him and greeted: "Now the trouble is solved. Let's go, I'll take you to the ship."

Jike: "Yes, teacher."