Dragon's Blood (II)

Luckily it was just a false alarm and there were no acolytes around.

Eleazar looked back and smiled awkwardly and nonchalantly.

Luna-senpai held her chin in interest as if she had discovered some new continent.

"It seems like you're afraid of the Chairman-sama."

Eleazar sat up straight and smiled faintly, "Aren't you afraid?"

"Hmm... Indeed, there's always something about the Chairman-sama that makes people feel intimidated, I wonder if you can understand what I mean?"

Luna-senpai said to herself, then took another sip of her coffee.

"Alright, go ahead, what favor do you want me to do."

"Can I have a tube of your blood."

The air fell silent.

Half-heartedly, Luna asked quietly, "And why?"

"I'm sorry, I can't say."

"Am I going to be silenced by you if I don't say yes?"

"Of course not, you've been reading too many anthology novels, this isn't a suspenseful drama."

Under the table, Eleazar silently puts on his mind ring.

"What's that plot?"

"Young adult campus literature where a cheeky schoolboy kneels down to lick his high-flying schoolmate and becomes good friends who help each other out."

Luna-senpai snorted with laughter.

"Then it's a deal, you can't refuse if you're asked for help in the future."

Eleazar's face was solemn, "Up the mountain of swords, down the sea of fire, as far as your strength will take you, give it all you've got."

"Sure is a cheeky schoolmate~"

Luna covered her mouth and laughed softly for a moment, then stood up and followed him out into the deserted grove.

Not a moment later, a tube of bright red blood was slowly extracted.

Even though the transcendental activity inside was very thin, the bright red still revealed a hidden golden light that was powerful.

This is the legendary mythical creature - the dragon!

Taking out the test tube, Eleazar placed the rare material carefully with immense care.

"Hokage, I'd also like to trouble you to keep today's events a secret."

"Don't worry, you're one of the few people who dared to approach me, and I'm looking forward to us becoming real friends in the future."

Luna-senpai pressed her slightly sore shoulder and smiled slightly.

Those eyes, as clear and serene as a lake, were slightly flushed with an imperceptible loneliness.

She actually longed for the companionable classmates around her, I guess.

Eleazar thought silently and looked up with a smile, "Gotta go, I'll come hang out with you later when I can."

"Yikes, you're really just like the rumors ah, you abandon it as soon as you get your hands on it."

Eleazar's face darkened at once, "You don't believe those rumors."

"I haven't joked with anyone in a long time and couldn't resist trying, sorry."

...

Saying goodbye to the schoolmate who would give birth to social phobia in others, Eleazar breathed a sigh of relief and walked quickly back to his dormitory.

The two most crucial ingredients for the Mind Pathway Magic Potion had been gotten, so the rest was good.

It's just that the blood has to be processed a bit more.

Unlocking the door and drawing the curtains, he set up another sealing spell in the corners of the room.

Taking out his alchemy vessel, flipping through his book of magic guides, and pouring the blood into a beaker, Eleazar takes a break, then begins to concentrate on refining the dragon's blood.

This is a very test of patience and concentration, and if you are not careful, the whole tube of blood may be scrapped.

Because of limited tools, he had to resort to extraction.

The first step is to use one's spirituality as bait, injecting it little by little and letting the transcendental activity in it slowly gather.

A small amount and a lot of casting, too fast will make the whole cup of blood boil and mutate, and directly scrapped, while too slow will increase the burden of spirituality, which can not be rested on the way, once the operator depleted the spirituality, this refining will have to start all over again, it is very torturous.

It had been going on for a full hour, and Eleazar was so dizzy that heavy visions had begun to appear in his eyes.

But fortunately, the first step was nearly complete, only to see that a drop of golden essence had slowly converged from the blood in the beaker.

Perhaps the dragonborn activity in the blood hadn't finished converging yet, but Eleazar couldn't hold out much longer, and the one drop was enough for him anyway.

Quickly grabbing an extractor, he sucked out the golden drop of blood, along with a small stream of bright red blood nearby, before transferring it to a crystal-carrying disk, and he leaned back heavily.

Getting a short break, Eleazar breathes heavily and grabs a moment to regain his aura.

But just then, he felt as if something detached from his body.

Eleazar frowns slightly and goes into a perceptive state of careful physical realization.

It was the hidden mass of threads of destiny that was loosening down, circle by circle, slowly being drawn away.

It wasn't rough like the last time the breach broke; the movement was gentle, as if afraid it might disturb him, like a creeping thief slowly unraveling his scarf.

"What's that guy up to?"

Eleazar was a little puzzled. The threads of fate that he and the witch had accumulated together over so many days together had just all been siphoned away bit by bit.

"Did she take that power and use it for a transfer ritual?"

Not sensing any danger on her end anyway, a rested Eleazar continues to refine the dragon's blood.

It's time to use the help of some material this time, to separate the dross and take the best.

...

"Pah~"

After a long time, the window was suddenly hit by a snowball.

Eleazar raised an eyebrow, his gaze still fixed on the crystal disk, unmoved.

It wasn't long before another snowball came crashing up...

And in the crystal disk, the drop of golden blood grew more and more radiant as Eleazar picked up a new extractor, his arm incredibly smooth as he slowly extracted the drop up.

Finally, he pulled out the golden test tube, put it away carefully, cleaned up the table again, and rushed downstairs.

Catching the witch, who was bent over rubbing her third snowball, she stopped her straight away and slapped her palm against her ass.

"Oooh wah wah wah--"

The eyes of the boys around them went red for a moment, and the balcony retracted its gaze in dark curses of hatred.

Eleazar sensed the kill and stopped the dog abuse, pinning the man to a bench on the side of the road and putting her down.

Evelea rubbed her ass, her mouth deflated.

"Why are you hitting me!"

"I'm in alchemy! If we were in the Dark Ages, you'd have been drawn and quartered for that kind of behavior you just did."

"It's not like I know~" commiserated Evelea.

"So did you get it right?"

"It's done, so I'll take my leave and go out to configure the potion later."

"Not going back home?"

That guy still has his secrets on his mind.

Eleazar glanced at her, "Not back."

"No fair! You know my childhood secrets, but I don't know yours!"

Evelea was indignant.

"Stop it, I'll talk to you later when I have time."

Eleazar consoled her, then went back to her dorm to pick up her kit of materials, and then walked to the office in the academic building to finally get her leave after writing a pledge to her professor to 'be at your mercy if you don't get the top ten on the quarterly exams'.

Carrying a suitcase, the two of them headed for the school gates.