The library is located in St. Wolflam Church next to King's School of Grantham. Enter from the south gate and walk around a row of carefully decorated small flower beds, then follow the stairs and turn up the second floor corridor, and you will soon arrive at this secluded and peaceful Harbor of Knowledge.

Mr. Thomas's confinement order is still in effect, but with Arthur's help, the uncle and nephew have hundreds of ways to put the misunderstanding plan into successful implementation. According to Arthur himself, his experience in fighting with Mr. Thomas has accumulated since he was five years old.

"But I want to swear now." William sat cross-legged on the floor against the bookshelf, a little hesitant.

Arthur moved the ladder and was busy searching for some of the sailing notes from the bookshelf. He didn't have time to look back at William and instructed him: "Remember to find a tall grass. Also, don't stand."

“It’s not possible to stand either.”

William mumbled and stood up, almost tripping over the hem of the skirt. The intricate and delicate ribbons and laces and the petticoats piled up on his hips made him look like a luxurious duck--it was obvious that this was Miss Thomas' aesthetic taste. He got this grand dress from his sister's closet and handed it to Arthur to put it on, so naturally he felt uncomfortable all over his body.

Compared to being stuck at home and not allowed to go out, this is barely acceptable. William squatted in the grass and began to regret forgetting to go out with his replacement clothes.

"Isaac? Are you there?"

The little girl's inquiry made William shudder. He originally wanted to shrink, but it seemed that the other party had discovered that he was walking towards him by pushing away the grass.

Even though he is a playboy, he is absurd and will never dare to let others see what he looks like now.

He quickly lifted his tight shorts, put his hands tightly on his fat skirt and wanted to run away.

"Oh! You-"

Amid the girl's scream, the sound of cloth tearing was heard.

The more William tried to get out, the more he refused to loosen the ribbon laces wrapped around the hook. With the brow burning, the exaggerated and complex dress was torn to pieces by him, and he could not hide his body.

The girl was approaching, and William recognized that it was Anne Clark who had been drenched with donkeys a few months ago.

At the moment when he was unavoidable, he was quick to wiggle up two pieces of rags in his hand to cover his face tightly. It was very embarrassing to pee in women's clothing, but as long as no one recognized that William Thomas was peeing in women's clothing, this embarrassing thing would not be on his head.

"I recognize you!" Anne had already stood in front of him, "You are the son of Mr. Thomas!"

"I'm not!"

"Your pants fell off!"

William was unmoved and still kept his face firmly with his hands: "It's not your business. Go away!"

"Your dad doesn't allow you to go out, everyone has heard of it." Anne put her waist forward with confidence. "I'll tell him now," she added. "I'll ask everyone to come and see, William Thomas is a freak in a skirt!"

"I'm going to tell them that you've been drenched in smelly feces," William countered fiercely, "In the future, everyone will call you dad Annie!"

As if it was aroused of sad things, the little girl's voice was filled with crying: "I'm not Annie!"

The two sides were in a stalemate, and suddenly a cold voice came in: "Didn't you ask you to wait for me in the library? The potion in the crucible needs to be stirred every three minutes, otherwise it will be ruined."

The crucible guy William wished he could quickly crack the crack and ask himself to get in. His intuition told him that this guy would never miss such an opportunity to ridicule his old enemy.

"He is William Thomas! He just splashed us with smelly dung!" Sure enough, Anne seemed to have seen reinforcements, "He was wearing his sister's clothes!"

"none of your business!"

The Crucible ignored William's embarrassing appearance: "What are you doing here?"

"It's not your business."

The arm felt sore, but now putting down the hand is like admitting his identity on the spot. William prayed in his heart that these two annoying guys left quickly, but he didn't know whether God would be willing to respond to his request after experiencing the blasphemy of putting his shoes into the celestial.

Maybe it was because the world was not up to its will, or maybe it was God who deliberately punished him - Arthur, who had not seen his nephew return for a long time, leaned out from the window on the second floor and greeted him: "William! Come up and take a look, there is a secret laboratory here!"

This sentence seemed to touch the sensitive nerves of the Crucible Man. He jumped up like he was struck by lightning and turned his head toward the direction of the library steps.

Annie reached out to pull him, but was swung away. She had no time to chase him out, so she could only stand in place in a daze, her little face full of loss and grievance.

"You screwed up," William recovered from his embarrassment and smiled gloatingly, "Crucible guy, those bottles and jars are precious!" Seeing Anne's crying expression, he continued to add fuel to the fire, "My uncle is the Royal Navy, and even the Portuguese have fought! He will definitely smash the evil laboratory of the Crucible guy."

He had to continue talking, and Anne had already run away with tears in her eyes.

"Crying guy."

William curled his lips and realized that this was the second time he had made the little girl cry. He sighed in an old fashioned manner, gathered up the pitiful clothes on his body, and followed up the stairs leading to the library.

Things didn't develop as William imagined.

Instead of smashing the bottles and jars, Arthur was interested in them, and even tried to stir the potions boiled in the crucible by himself.

The crucible man neither stopped nor came forward to help, but stood by the side from a distance, just like his usual cold and cold manner.

The so-called secret laboratory is actually a small room separated from the corner of the library. The iron lock on the main entrance has long been rusted, and it can be seen that no one has opened it for many years.

The opening that leads into the room is located in a crack near the bookshelf at the base of the wall, and is blocked by a large pile of books piled up on the ground. If Arthur had not searched for navigation notes from it, it would have been impossible to easily discover this entrance.

"It's so interesting. Why are you finding such a place?" Arthur said enthusiastically, regardless of whether the crucible man should pay attention to him. "When I was a child, I always wanted to go into this room for a while. Every time I passed by, I could hear cats crying inside."

"Because it was the nest of wild cats inside," said the Crucible.

William was amazed at the fact that he would actually take on the conversation. He was simply a mute and would never speak for something that was not his own.

"Where is that cat?"

The crucible guy ignored him again.

Arthur didn't care, smiled friendly, picked up a note on the table and opened it: "Isaac Newton - is this your name?"

The crucible guy doesn't speak, indicating that he defaults.

Arthur turned a few more pages, and gradually, the joking look on his face faded, and his brows became tighter and tighter. After a while, he put down his notebook and looked at the manager of the secret laboratory seriously: "I'm very curious... where did you get these recipes?"

Isaac did not avoid his scrutiny eyes, and pursed his lips tightly to fight in silence.

"They shouldn't be here-at least, they shouldn't be in the hands of a child." Arthur's serious tone made William feel strange. "It's too dangerous. You can't control such complex purification changes, and sooner or later will cause trouble. Stop your attempts immediately!" He realized that he was a little aggressive, and his tone softened, "You are smart and talented. But never force yourself to control something beyond your own abilities."

William was confused when he heard this. He noticed the notes that his uncle had just put down. The page he opened depicted a pattern of a rose blooming in the center of the cross.

This pattern is so familiar that he must have seen it somewhere. He suddenly recalled that there was always a cross pendant hanging around Arthur's neck, and a bloodstone rose inlaid in the center where the horizontal and vertical lines meet.

"At your age, I also have many strange ideas and have done a lot of ridiculous things. It is a good thing to have a desire to explore, but first of all, you have to learn to distinguish the pros and cons." Arthur tried to be heart-warming, "Who gave you these recipes?"

silence.

"Do you know what you're doing?"

"Stone of the Sage."

The paranoid and weird boy finally spoke. He looked up at Arthur with a decisive look in his eyes.

The sound of liquid boiling sound suddenly sounded in the quiet air. Then black smoke rose, and the explosion of fire was dazzling.
Chapter completed!