novelhk Chapter 386 Transfer
Chapter 386 Transfer
Chapter 386 Transfer
"Disgusting."
Upon hearing the word again from Miss Jennifer, François naturally assumed it to be a greeting.
He greeted her with a smile, "Good morning, Miss Jennifer."
Miss Jennifer snorted, her gaze fixed on François.
It's already autumn, and the weather is no longer that hot.
But Miss Jennifer was still wearing a vest.
She doesn't seem to be wearing underwear yet; if you were standing to the side of Miss Jennifer, you might be able to see a glimpse of her skin.
Of course, Miss Jennifer was thin and had no curves at all, looking just like a young man.
In reality, it's unlikely that anyone would be interested in her private parts.
However, in François's opinion, Miss Jennifer was not ugly.
She may lack some feminine softness, but her face is handsome and dashing.
If properly adorned, it would surely be the object of longing for those young girls in their prime.
However, the Jennifer that François saw always looked unkempt.
But it seems that François is disliked by Miss Jennifer, and if he were to make a suggestion rashly, he would probably be even more disliked.
He bowed only to Miss Jennifer before returning to the Deathstroke Alchemy Company.
At this moment, François just wanted to go back to his little kitchen, sit on a bench, and rest for a while.
Olga seemed to be in a particularly good mood today, asking François for more and more.
So much so that François almost couldn't move his legs.
Fortunately, Olga's technique was excellent, and François not only felt no discomfort but also thoroughly enjoyed it.
But when François pushed open the door to the basement of the Deathstroke Alchemist, he found that everyone's eyes were fixed on him.
François was startled and shrank back.
He discovered that there were many unfamiliar faces.
Rand walked up to François and kicked him:
"Where did it go?"
I went to a prostitute's house—François would never dare say such a thing.
If Rand, in a fit of anger, were to expel François from the Alchemist Guild, he would lose his place to stay and his support.
For François, this outcome was nothing short of hell.
His mind raced, and he immediately picked up the fresh fish in his hand:
"I'm going to buy groceries for tonight—"
"Get rid of that damn fish, I'm going to introduce you to some people."
François immediately threw away the fish. Luckily, Rand didn't pursue the matter; he was just the introducer.
François followed Rand a few steps forward, and Rand addressed the tall, thin men in alchemical robes:
"This is Sir François, who is highly skilled in alchemy."
Alchemy? François was somewhat surprised by this answer. Could Mr. Rand have confused alchemy with cooking?
The newly arrived alchemists immediately narrowed their eyes and began to scrutinize François.
"He seemed more like a blister than an alchemist."
François has a keen eye for talent. All he can say is, "His culinary skills are indeed amazing. In fact, all the scholars here love his food."
Rand spread his hands and introduced himself to the person in front of him.
"His alchemy was exquisite, and the perfect alchemical potions produced by the Deathstroke Alchemy Group were created under his inspiration."
"Alchemists never stoop to stealing credit and achievements, but it must be admitted that he created the world's first perfect alchemical potion."
This was also the first bottle of spice potion, François thought to himself.
"Language is inadequate and powerless, Sir Rand. I think you should understand that only truth and experimentation can convince other seekers of knowledge."
"So I don't intend to tell you any more," Rand replied. "You'll all agree with him later."
"I believe you wouldn't want to waste this hard-won opportunity," the guest said. "Alright, so the people you've chosen are yourself and this one—"
"François," Rand introduced.
"Scholar François, well then, we'll be departing the day after tomorrow. Get ready."
After speaking, the guest left, staring at François for a while longer.
Hmm? Leaving?
After the guest disappeared from the laboratory, François quickly asked Rand:
"Commander, what did you just say? Where are we going with you?"
"Haha! The council received the alchemical potion I sent, and they were amazed and praised the alchemy team's achievements, even sending a special envoy to extend an olive branch,"
Rand's tone was filled with joy, showing that this was a very happy event for him.
"The Federal Bank is not only willing to fund me and the entire Maesters of Deathstroke, but they've also invited me to choose a fellow alchemist to accompany me to the City of Parliament for alchemical research. François, do you know what this means?"
François shook his head.
"This means we will receive substantial funding, ensuring maximum support for whatever research we conduct, without having to worry about funding or social obligations!"
This was indeed a great joy for Rand, an alchemist whose mind was solely focused on research.
But for François, it was the complete opposite.
Go to Parliament City? That's the interior of the Federation!
François longed to return to the kingdom as soon as possible, for in doing so, he would be getting further and further away from it.
François swallowed hard and tried to persuade him:
"Sir, perhaps you could choose someone else. You know, there are many people in the Deathstroke Alchemy Guild who are more capable than me."
"And you are absolutely the most talented one," Rand said. "Among alchemists, your humility is a rare quality, and..."
Although you rarely showcase your abilities, the few times you do, you always manage to amaze me.
"Moreover, as I said before, you are the first person to refine a perfect alchemical elixir, therefore, you are the only one who should accompany me."
"Scholar Rand, those were just coincidences. Please reconsider—"
"Alright!" Rand suddenly put on a stern face. "This matter has been decided. Just do as instructed. We're leaving the day after tomorrow. Get ready in the next couple of days."
"If there's anything that needs to be taken care of, get it all sorted out in the next couple of days. We'll be staying in Council City for a long time and won't be able to return to Gate City."
After saying that, Rand strode away.
François was left standing there dumbfounded.
After a long while, he absentmindedly picked up the fresh fish from the ground and returned to his small kitchen.
He clutched his head. Why did things turn out this way? I could only live a leisurely life, learn some cooking skills, and wait for the chance to go home—but—
François was filled with despair, but he also knew that this outcome seemed to be unchangeable.
He couldn't think of any good solutions and could only comply.
Dealing with the affairs of the Great Gate City—
He didn't have anything to deal with, but perhaps he should tell Olga.
Or, before leaving, should we visit Lady Yelena?
François hesitated.