A few minutes later, the public official followed a tall, fat man out. There was no doubt that he was the clerk Mikhail.

Like the public officials at the reception window, the clerk is also middle-aged. But he looks more mature and calm. He wears a dark gray cashmere coat with a silver belt around his waist. His hair is somewhat bald, and there are a few strands on the edge of his sparse hair.

Dry white beard.

"Are you the self-recommended person? The alchemist from Altdorf in the Empire?"

The secretary stared at the young man and asked in a low voice.

"Yes, sir, it's me. But there's one thing you didn't say accurately. I'm a senior alchemist from the Empire of Altdorf, not an ordinary alchemist."

The young man held his head high and spoke seriously.

"It doesn't matter, it all means the same thing anyway." The secretary shook his head and continued to ask——

"Can you make different metals transform into each other?"

"This is not accurate, sir. One metal cannot completely transform into another metal. It can only be said that two or more metals can fuse with each other, change their appearance, and enhance their hardness through the efforts of alchemists.

, or change its properties. But in essence, the metal will not change. For example, gold will always be gold, no matter it is solid or liquid, it will never become silver, copper or other metals."

The young man answered seriously.

The secretary took a look and said nothing, but began to think about the young man's words. In the past, many alchemists who claimed to be from the empire appeared here, and some claimed to be alchemist masters or alchemy experts. But each self-proclaimed

People who are alchemists describe this magic as very miraculous. For example, turning stone into gold, turning water into silver, etc.

Mikhail always laughs at this. He knows that this is not scientific and cannot be realized. No matter how magical the magic is, it must abide by a basic world rule. As Lord Rhodes once said, energy

It doesn't disappear, it just changes from one form to another. Mikhail believes that these principles also apply to magic.

To put it another way, if the situation is really as those alchemy wizards said, if stones can be turned into gold, then why would they come all the way here? If they just pick up a few stones at home and refine them into gold, they will be rich. So, Mikhail is right

I no longer trust similar so-called masters.

Today, this tall and thin aristocratic young man may seem a little arrogant, but his theories and rhetoric are somewhat reasonable. At least outsiders can understand and be convinced.

"So, if what you're saying is true, how do you get a city water system done? I mean if you have the opportunity."

Mikhail narrowed his eyes and asked in a slightly questioning tone.

"This is a bit complicated, and I can't explain it for a while. I have to meet with the mayor, Mr. Alves, and I will explain it clearly to him in person, explaining my plans and plans, as well as many details of the implementation plan."

The young man straightened his collar and answered seriously again.

"Very good. Do you think I don't understand? Or do you even bother to tell me?"

Mikhail asked the young man in a self-ridiculing tone.

This made the young alchemist a little embarrassed, but he quickly waved his hand and explained-

"No, I just think it's a waste of time to have to describe this plan again when I meet with the mayor. We can definitely use a more efficient way to complete this work."

After listening to Mikhail's words, the sullen look on his face did not fade much. Obviously, he was not satisfied with the young man's words.

"You feel quite confident that you can meet the Alderman in person?"

The clerk continued to make things difficult.

The young man's face was a bit ugly, but now that he had something to ask for, he had to endure it for the time being.

"That's thanks to the recommendation and help from the adults."

As the young man spoke, he walked over quietly and stood beside the clerk deftly. Before he knew it, a bulging money bag had been stuffed into the palm of the clerk's hand.

Young people are accustomed to this. In the empire, everything needs to be done this way. Money can clear the way and make many impossible things possible. If it doesn't work, it must be because you don't have enough money.

After completing this set of actions, the young man was about to leave, but was grabbed by the clerk. The money bag was quietly stuffed back into the young man's hands.

The young man looked surprised. When he turned back to look at the clerk, he saw that the expression on the clerk's face was even worse. He stared at the young man so viciously——

"Don't bring the way you did things in the empire here. This is Kislev. Oerengrad is not Altdorf! Kislev is not the empire either!"

The young man was stunned. This was the first time he saw someone stuffing all the coins back. In the past, in the empire, when stuffing money to do things, there were only two results. Either the other party accepted the money and agreed to do the work. Or, after accepting the money, he called

Get out of here. But now, the other party doesn't even accept it.

The young man didn't know whether the clerk didn't dare to accept him because of the strict investigation above, or whether he was really so honest. But in short, this scene really surprised him. It also disrupted his next actions and plans.

"Listen, the young alchemist, Alvis, the alderman, has been busy with various municipal meetings these days. He has no time to meet with you untitled people, even nobles and wealthy businessmen. If you want to see him, you

You have to apply, and like everyone else, wait patiently in line to be summoned. As for how many days or weeks, this can only be determined according to the process. It’s better to save the little money you have and use it in the city these days.

This method won't work here. If it weren't for your courage and ability, I would have asked the guards to blast you out."

the clerk scolded angrily.

The young man was a little confused, but he quickly calmed down. Maybe the rumors were true... The mayor of Orengrad was a dwarf, the most incorruptible mayor in the history of Kislev... If so, then,

It's not surprising that his men are honest and fair.

The young man could only sigh and regretted that he had not found out the situation earlier. Now that he had done it, he was simply humiliating himself.

After thinking about it, I can only register my name information honestly and wait for the city official to hear from me in a few days.

The quill was writing back and forth on the papyrus, and there was a rustling sound. After a while, the young man could only follow the procedure and handed the registration form to the middle-aged man at the reception window.

The man took the visitor registration form and read the words on it carefully——

"Name: Belshazer Galt, residence: Empire Reikland, Altdorf, occupation: alchemist, metal magician..."
Chapter completed!