บท 452: The Two Generations

Hearing the thunder, Lucien looked outside the window. It was already early morning. The soft dawn light was a bit fuzzy in the drizzle.

Turning off the magic circles and alchemical facilities, Lucien walked to the window with a cup of tea in his hand and pushed the window open. The refreshing, moist air came directly to his face.

What a lovely day.

Thinking of the paper titled New Alchemy that he just finished, which was actually a compilation of dozens of papers, Lucien took several deep breaths of the fresh, cool air and then said to himself in low voice,

"Here comes the era of head explosion."

The realm that they were stepping into was strange and unimaginably queer, diverging completely from human being's intuition. The query brought by that 'cat' would trigger a brainstorm for every arcanist.

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