The cold wind poured into the collar from the back of the neck, and William gritted his teeth and shivered. This cave did not block the wind.

The spring in England is cold and hot, and once it rains, the temperature will suddenly drop. However, there is no sign of rain now, which only means that the sun has begun to sink, and the light and heat it gives to the earth are being taken away little by little.

It was funny, William was a little surprised to find that at this time he was worried that he would be imprisoned by his father when he came home too late.

He paid attention to the words that the smiling man had just revealed inadvertently, trying to connect the floating clues in his mind: they were obviously old acquaintances with Arthur and had a bond with them; they had some understanding of the Thomas family, and knew that he and his sister had never really seen them; they were very dependent on Isaac's work, but this time they were not making fake gold, but they were like playing puzzle-solving games.

The flasks and crucibles piled up around them were definitely not transported here in one day. Combined with Anne's previous statement, they should have used this place as a secret stronghold for a long time.

Judging from the draft of the takeover, Isaac was also very attentive to translate this Latin passage.

Inspiration flashed by, the notes that made Arthur frown, the dangerous explosion, and the letters in Isaac's room that repeatedly mentioned "Emerald Slate" and "Great Refining" - by the way, Emerald Slate!

He read the content of the manuscript again. Although he still couldn't understand the words and sentences that were like a dumb puzzle, a word slowly emerged from the bottom of his heart and became clearer: alchemy.

This is exactly what Isaac has been seeking for painstakingly. It is said that he can turn stones into gold and create elixirs of immortality.

"Stone of the Sage."

A second before the library exploded, the whisper of the paranoid boy echoed in his ears again.

Perhaps no one could have thought that in an inconspicuous secluded town, there would be such an unknown genius boy who would pursue the secret of human immortality alone and almost paranoidly. People from the East India Company discovered him and exchanged his research on hand scrolls and ancient books for his assistance in alchemy research.

It is difficult for a boy who grew up in trouble and only explores the unknown world to resist such bargaining chips.

The forest is dark, and the gray owls are chirping more closely than before, as if they are heralding the arrival of darkness.

Every once in a while, Old Qiao's heavy pace would approach and stay away from behind. He was still patrolling.

William was completely dead and ran away. He rushed out with a rash move, which would only be a mistake. Isaac's tap on his fingertips should be a reminder, but he still can't catch it.

There is no extra hint. Does this also mean that there is no need to do extra things?

When the original text is nearing the end, the touch on the paper becomes uneven, and a few lines of shallow marks are hidden in the text composed of ink marks.

Isaac wrote in an uninfused quill: "Danger. Don't act rashly before getting rid of the dog." He continued to read with his fingers, "Observe the sound and clean up the feet."

Under his feet, William stumbled with his toes and kicked a hard book basket. He pretended to lower his head to look for the falling quill and took the opportunity to get under the large stone slab.

The space below was much larger than expected, but it was blocked by a few stacked book frames, which seemed cramped and crowded. He struggled to push and pull out a gap between the book baskets, just enough to bend through it.

This period of time was extremely long and difficult for William. On the one hand, he needed to be on guard against Lao Qiao, who was patrolling, and on the other hand, he had to be alert to the smiling man who might appear behind him at any time.

Before the worry was overwhelming in his heart, Old Joe's broken voice suddenly shouted: "Tarbert! Oh, Tabert! Damn it, what's going on?"

William was not sure what had happened for a moment, so he hurriedly climbed out of the stone slab, and the smiling man grabbed the collar and walked forward with big strides.

The smiling man raised his hand and William fell heavily to the ground, and in front of him was the Gasconire named Tarbert.

It fell to the ground with its mouth wide open and its tongue stretched, with a few signs of vomiting beside it; its curled limbs twitched wildly, rolled their eyes and rolled up, as if they were having an epileptic seizure.

Old Qiao had no time to pay attention to him and wailed with his dog.

William sat up with support, looked at the man holding the dog in confusion, and turned his head to look at the smiling man.

Only his confused and panic-looking face was reflected on the cold mask.

"Gao Lily. The good thing your children do, this thing is poisonous to dogs." The smiling man paused, "Where are theirs?"

The last sentence was like five thunderstorms. William opened his mouth to speak, but his throat was dry and he could not make any sound.

Where are their people?

When he was in charge of following the handwriting left by Isaac, they left him silently. The hope he placed was lost.

"I'll ask again." The smiling man approached with a dangerous aura, "Your sister - where have they been?"

"I have no idea."

His words were deemed to be quibbling. The smiling man would not believe it at all, and Lao Qiao, now he could only pray that he would not rush up and open his head.

The sun almost completely submerged into the mountains, and the cold forest was gloomy and quiet.

When everything was silent, the crisp sound of glass breaking suddenly came from behind.
Chapter completed!