This Wizard is So Unscientific!

Chapter 110 - 110 110 Dwarves Sprayer Alchemist_1

?Chapter 110: Chapter 110 Dwarves, Sprayer, Alchemist!_1 Chapter 110: Chapter 110 Dwarves, Sprayer, Alchemist!_1 The patter of the rain combined with the dark curtain of the night.

Even assassins and thieves equipped with night vision struggled to see clearly around them.

On the muddy path, Tuck, who had entered “Shadow State,” floated half a meter above the ground, holding a Nightmare Lantern to push back the darkness and the curtain of rain as he moved forward at an unhurried pace.

Now, as Tuck gradually mastered the Shadow State, let alone such muddy paths.

He could even float across nearby rivers with turbulent currents.

It’s just that…

As he gradually entered the Shadow State,

Tuck began to hear more and more whispers and strange, indistinct growls from the Shadow Dimension.

Occasionally, the periphery of Tuck’s vision would lose its color and then distort, writhing unnaturally.

When Tuck looked straight at it, everything would return to normal.

As if, the world in the corner of his eye was merely an illusion.

The Shadow Dimension was beginning to affect Tuck to a certain extent.

It wouldn’t be long before Shadow Creatures would launch surprise attacks on him.

After killing those Shadow Creatures, the weirdness at the edges of his vision would calm down for a while.

This was also the “necessary price” for mastering the Shadow Rune Staff.

It was much better than mastering the “Dark Demon Rune Staff.”

After all, Devil Runes truly did “burn life.”

As he proceeded,

Tuck tried to expand his Wizard’s Robe’s shield to the maximum.

Although this decreased its defensive power, it allowed the lantern’s light to reach further.

Tuck, holding the lantern, was partly lighting his own way.

Also, it served as a warning to others.

Otherwise, in pitch darkness and alone, who knows what you might be up to?

Before long, Tuck stood firm at the location “number 56 east of the crossroads” as suggested by the bartender.

This was a row of old terraced houses with backyards.

From the somewhat twisted Gothic traces on the eaves and rooftops, it was clear that they had been baptized by the Undercurrent many times over.

The sign for “Valley Town Alchemy Shop” was also somewhat old.

Beneath it was some fine print.

“This establishment deals in Transcendent Weapons, Promotion Materials, Promotion Potions, and other material sales and production.”

“They seem to offer a wide range of services.”

Tuck muttered under his breath.

Generally speaking, alchemy shops will have a main business focus.

Other offerings typically involve wholesaling corresponding resources, displayed within the counters.

Unless the main business is booming, other aspects of the business also need some additional services.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

Tuck knocked hard on the tightly shut door.

There was no response for a long time.

Tuck’s eyes narrowed slightly, and Precision Vision burst forth.

Inside the dark storefront, there was a bit of disorder.

It clearly appeared as though someone had rummaged through it.

“Did they… run away?”

Tuck had originally planned to find an Alchemist here, use their Alchemy Tools to process the Leader-Level Material he had, and complete his advancement during this gray night cycle.

The hope he had just learned of at the tavern had already been dashed.

“Well… since it’s already been combed through by someone else for free.”

“I’ll just take a look inside; if there happens to be a large Origin Energy Steam Engine device, it wouldn’t be a loss to use it.”

With a step, [Phase Travel] activated.

As his foot touched the ground, Tuck had already entered the shop.

“Squeak, squeak…”

Several small Black Mice, dazzled by Tuck’s light in the corner, got scared and scurried away hastily.

Under the eaves in the backyard, several river rock sparrows sheltering from the rain started chirping.

Tuck tapped his lantern twice, “ding ding.”

The flame of the Nightmare Fire Bomb quickly grew larger.

The fiery red glow rapidly filled every part of the small shop that it could reach.

With his Steam Talent boosted to 1650%, Steam Origin Energy Spirit State allowed Tuck to control Origin Energy to an incredibly terrifying extent.

When it came to “solidified” witchcraft,

Tuck could continue to infuse Origin Energy into witchcraft that had already been formed, enlarging it.

He could also withdraw Origin Energy, causing it to shrink and then dissipate.

And the reclaimed Origin Energy could be reused.

Normally, released Origin Energy, like water spilled, could not be retrieved.

This is common sense.

However, Tuck’s SSS Level “Steam Origin Energy Spirit State” enhanced to 1650%.

Did not really conform to this “common sense”.

Taking advantage of the firelight and the interlacing of the surrounding veins,

Tuck meticulously searched every corner of the small shop.

However, Tuck did not find the Origin Energy Steam Engine or Alchemy Tools like the Furnace Crucible that he was looking for.

But Tuck made other discoveries.

“Creak!”

Tuck pushed open the door leading to the backyard.

On both sides were walls, in the back was a junk room filled with miscellaneous items, along with a half-space for resting.

But those places had also been rummaged through thoroughly.

Even the junk had been thrown into the courtyard, currently being washed away by the heavy rain.

After pondering for a moment, Tuck looked towards the very ordinary-looking coniferous tree in the courtyard and slowly began to speak.

“Respected Alchemist, for some reasons, I need Leader-Level fire with distinctive attributes to refine items.”

“Of course, if you possess a flame with attributes like Dragon Breath, that would naturally be even better.”

“I wonder if the Alchemist could provide such a thing?”

The torrential rain continued to pour down relentlessly.

And the “Magical Alchemy Hut” within the coniferous tree showed not the slightest response.

“I am aware that the Alchemist is inside the Alchemy Cottage within the tree. I would appreciate a response on whether you could provide what I need.”

No sooner had Tuck finished speaking,

when he faintly sensed the smell of steel and gunpowder, as well as a dangerous aura.

Instantly, Tuck executed a Shadow Walk, leaving his original position.

The next moment, a figure who was not particularly tall but broad enough angrily burst out from the tree trunk, just slightly thicker than Tuck’s arm.

In his hand, he was holding a short-barrel steam shotgun with a shockingly large caliber.

“Boom!”

The thunderous roar engulfed Tuck’s hearing, drowning out the sound of the rain.

At the same time, the shotgun pellets engulfed the position where Tuck had just been standing, and the already old door behind that position was blasted into a stopper, incidentally blown far away.

The explosive power of this steam shotgun was astonishingly great.

Accompanied by the rising steam and mist,

The squat and stocky figure let out an angry roar.

“Damn it, you mongrel, were you coveting my Dragon Scales?”

“Take a shot from your uncle Barkin!”

“Once you taste the bullets smashing into your dog head, you’ll learn your Uncle Barkin is no pushover.”

Tuck, who had moved into a shadowed corner, cursed “damn shameless locals” under his breath when he saw that the Alchemist was an angry and irritable Dwarf, especially upon recalling the bartender’s narrative.

Such important news about a Dwarf was withheld by that man.

However, Tuck inadvertently received some information.

Dragon Scales?

This Dwarf Alchemist actually possessed Dragon Scales.

No wonder the guy had such an explosive reaction, he even had such a valuable item in his hands.

It seems I just mentioned Dragon Breath; did that inadvertently provoke him?

Tuck’s peripheral vision glanced over the not-so-thick trunk of the tree.

There lay the “Magical Alchemy Hut,” stealthily near perfection.

If it weren’t for Tuck’s deep perception of everything around him through his Origin Spirit State, along with the Insight granted by his Precision Vision,

It would have been really difficult to discover this Magical Alchemy Hut.

The one capable of such craftsmanship was undoubtedly an expert-level Alchemist.

In the St. Land City-State, such individuals were a rare existence.

A whole different league compared to half-baked apprentice alchemists like Taniru.

At this moment, the Dwarf Alchemist holding the short-barrel large-caliber steam shotgun proceeded towards the position where he had blown away the door panel.

Clearly, he placed great trust in his marksmanship, or rather, in that massively powerful “Sprayer” in his hand.

Tuck considered whether he should use Sheep Transformation to calm the other party down,

But after a thought, Tuck shook his head.

Even though his Sheep Transformation could turn this Third Rank Dwarf Alchemist into a sheep for a certain amount of time,

It would only serve to exponentially increase the Dwarf’s fury!

By then, not to mention learning Alchemy skills and knowledge from him, even the possibility of asking for his help would drop to zero.

“I mean no harm!” Tuck called out as soothingly as he could from the corner.

However, what responded to Tuck was the thunderous roar of the enormous “Sprayer” turning its barrel to aim at him.