In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

Although Prellati didn't tell you who her friend was, you could guess based on your existing impressions.

In this era, in France, there were clearly not many people who could be considered friends by the great alchemist François Preiratti.

You traveled south.

France at this time was in a brief period of peace following the long Hundred Years' War, yet it was still filled with the scars left by the war.

Graves are everywhere, and vast stretches of desolation lie ahead.

Bustling areas remain bustling, while desolate regions grow increasingly desolate.

Although you had never set foot in the outside world before, you had already learned about the current state of affairs in various countries through various channels. You knew that even without the interference of external forces, France itself was far from stable—the Burgundians who supported change and had the courage to push for the ascension of Crown Prince Charles, and the royal protectors, and the conservative Ammanjacs, were constantly vying for power within the country. The frequent changes in policies brought about by the upper-class political struggles always had a huge impact on the lower classes.

You knew, but you didn't interfere.

During this time, you did not stop learning magic—even after completing your own mind magic imprint and gaining the ability to instantly cast most basic magic and illusions, you were still not satisfied.

You need to gather more of the mysteries of this era and acquire more knowledge that differs from that of 'future generations' in order to expand the scope of mind magic within this era. Furthermore, you need to resolve your own 'effort'—to achieve the possibility of instantly casting higher-level magic.

The path to discovering the mysterious is long and endless.

You understand this deeply.

You also gained many insights from François Prellati's alchemy.

Just when you thought this journey would be smooth sailing...

You have witnessed a riot among lower and middle-class farmers and citizens, sparked by an upper-class struggle between reformists and the Conservative Party.

François Prellati was thrilled and went down to the field to encourage them to play even harder.

You didn't stop her.

[You were chased and beaten by rampaging farmers and citizens]

Your current magical abilities are insufficient to perform mind magic illusions on so many people.

[Prellati successfully escaped, while you were chased alone for over ten kilometers]

You successfully meet up with Prellati and discover she's also among the group pursuing you, which excites you greatly—

【'Finally, I see you looking disheveled. It's quite a sight, little Vic.'】

You heard her say this against your back, and the delicate touch of the 'young girl' from behind gradually relaxed your stiff body.

This guy definitely did it on purpose.

What you think

You also said: 'I am not yet strong; when I am strong, things will change.'

【…】

[You encountered another civil riot, and this time you made your escape first, leaving Prerati to be chased alone for ten kilometers.]

You have encountered another civil riot.

From Vichy in Auvergne to Bourges in the Duchy of Bourbon, from Romanten to Tours

The riots swept across the country like wildfire.

You marvel at how France truly lives up to its reputation as a 'revolutionary homeland' since ancient times, and you suddenly realize that war may be about to restart.

Faced with escalating internal strife in France, the ambitious King Henry of England would not stand idly by.

September of this year

You have finally arrived at your final destination – Paris, a city that, despite being occupied multiple times, still stands as the capital of France.

You visited a shop that looked very old in this bustling ancient city.

[The shop owner, just as you imagined]

[—His name is 'Nico Lemaître']

"So many years have passed, and you're still alive!"

The moment the old man opened the door.

Prareti then spoke directly—that's what she said.

Chapter 47 The Mysterious Side Kingdom War (Major Revision)

Nicolas Flamel, whose full name is Nicolas Flamel, is a name that is widely known throughout the world.

Compared to alchemists like François Preiratti, whose only surviving words are bad news, Nicolas Flamel's achievements are meaningless and groundbreaking.

After all, Prerati's human transmutation only involved the replacement of material life, while Nicolas Flamel successfully researched the 'Philosopher's Stone,' which was previously considered legendary, only appeared in the Age of Gods, and was said to be able to change the structure of all things.

The Philosopher's Stone can do not only human transmutation, but also achieve the extraordinary feat of turning lead into gold.

It is important to understand that in a world that is older and more mysterious, and where the most mysterious beings are more powerful, the significance of gold produced from the explosion of a supernova from outer space becomes increasingly extraordinary. It can interfere with gold, and often with everything, and can even simulate the environment of the divine era with modern magic.

If human transmutation is merely equivalent to a high-level, mysterious magic such as baptismal chanting or a bounded field, then...

The Philosopher's Stone is already close to the higher level of mystery, the so-called "magic"!

Although Nicolas Flamel was not the only one to create the Philosopher's Stone throughout history, he was undoubtedly a pioneer.

They were among the first miracle workers to recreate the technology of the Age of Gods in the environment following the mysterious decline.

He is also an alchemist who achieved near-magical accomplishments through his own efforts!

That was the figure that appeared before Lu Kang and Prareti at that moment.

A seemingly ordinary old man, dressed in a simple gray robe, with thick, long hair, a hunched back and skin like a withered tree, resembling a weathered giant tree with finely etched annual rings.

You are surprised by Nicolas Flamel's aged appearance.

In your understanding, a master of this kind of mysterious realm possesses an infinite number of ways to slow down their own aging, and even achieving immortality would not be difficult—just like Pralletti, who is right beside you right now, and who actually lived into the modern era in the 'original story'.

But Nicolas Flamel was not at all surprised by your arrival.

He didn't seem to care about Pralletti's rudeness or your surprise, but instead naturally invited you into this old shop, which, like his appearance, had weathered many storms, and served you a strong cup of coffee that he had prepared in advance.

"Your coffee...is it some old stuff that's been sitting around for ages, just like you?"

Pralletti didn't reach out to take the coffee Nicolas Flamel offered; instead, she covered her nose with a look of disgust.

Lu Kang stared at the coffee in front of him, its color so dark it was almost black, and was speechless.

"These coffee beans were grown around the same time John II was arrested by the English. I remember a lot happened that year; it almost cut off my coffee supply—"

That is, nearly sixty years.

The old man shuffled down to sit opposite them, his expression filled with reminiscence.

The old shop is just like its exterior, and it's not just about the coffee in your hand and the old man across from you who exudes a strong sense of age. The small shop is filled with display cases on all four sides and various 'alchemy tools' lying around.

This is clearly Nicolas Flamel's alchemy workshop—like a magician's magic workshop.

Although Lu Kang did not sense any trace of magic or spell operation, it was as if it were just a shop selling ordinary items.

But if it weren't for Prellati being there, and the years of living together having taught him that his magic teacher, despite his wicked nature, wouldn't actually harm him, Lu Kang would never have entered this place.

Stepping into the workshop of a legendary alchemist, even if he were confident in himself, he wouldn't be so reckless.

The next second, Nicolas Flamel on the other end continued, "Of course, what impressed me most that year was meeting you."

"Ms. François Prellati".

Is Preirati older than Nicolas Flamel?

Upon hearing this, Lu Kang's eyebrows twitched slightly.

He recalled all the information about Nicolas Flamel and suddenly realized something—the historical Nicolas Flamel was not a born magician or alchemist. He was originally just an ordinary writer who announced one day that he had dreamed of an 'angel' and obtained a magical book containing countless pieces of knowledge about mystery and alchemy. This is the historical version that has been passed down to later generations. Now it seems that there was no 'angel' at all. It was clearly Prellati stirring up trouble again.

This suddenly made him curious about how long his teacher, who had lived all the way to the modern era, had actually lived.

"I have a feeling you're thinking about something bad, little Vic?"

Prellati also suddenly turned her eyes to look at Lu Kang, who hadn't spoken. Her purple eyes seemed to contain a smile, but anyone could sense her displeasure.

In response, Lu Kang frankly stated, "I was simply curious about what a magician who seeks the mysterious should be curious about..."

"Such an answer... is truly full of rationality and restraint, little Vic."

Prellati paused, slightly surprised.

“That’s natural,” Lu Kang replied with the same smile. “After all…”

“I have been in the ‘dream’—in that ability you call future vision—I have seen you existing into the future.”

"The saying goes that good people don't live long, but evil people live for a thousand years. I'm really curious, have you really lived for over a thousand years, and will you continue to live for another thousand years?"

Lukang—or rather, Vic Touvar—was able to vaguely dream of future scenes in his sleep.

This was something that Prellati already knew.

It was also Lu Kang's perception of his true self that arose in the hazy state of being in a simulated state, in a soul projection state, before he had awakened his true memories.

Those scenarios are less about the future.

Rather, it's more accurate to describe it as fragments of his memories as a time traveler.

This doesn't necessarily reveal anything, because only by seeing the corresponding people and events will the corresponding memories surface in the form of dreams due to association... There are only memories of the corresponding people and events, nothing else.

This simulation mechanism actually existed long ago.

However, in the last simulation, Lu Kang did not encounter any of the people or scenes he had witnessed as an audience before his time travel, from birth to growth and the awakening of his real memories.

This time, however, it was activated again because of the existence of Prellati, the "flying princess".

Before this, although he was naturally intelligent, he was still only an eight-year-old boy.

It's perfectly normal for them to talk about it casually.

It is only natural that Prareti regarded it as 'future vision'.

The mysterious world has many unsolved mysteries, and while the vision of the future is special, it is not something to be truly alarmed about.

Let alone such an uncontrollable and largely ineffective vision of the future?

Prareti's lips were curved.

"Curious, are you?"

She smiled maliciously: "Then keep your curiosity going—perhaps when you die, I'll tell you at your grave... in my current state."

"Pfft hahaha!"

The girl laughed joyfully.

In such a conversation.

Sitting opposite him, Nicolas Flamel finally turned his attention to the young boy who had come with Prellati.

"So this young gentleman is the latest student that Ms. Pralletti often mentions, the ancestral commoner genius, Vic Touval?"

The old man raised his slightly cloudy eyes.

"it's me."

Lu Kang then turned his gaze to the renowned old gentleman in the alchemy world: "I am Vic Tuval."

"At the same time, it is also highly likely that it is one of the forces of the French mystic side resisting the invasion of the English magic world, just as you hope."

Yes.

Although Prareti never mentioned the purpose of bringing you to visit acquaintances and friends along the way, you already had a guess based on what you had seen and heard along the way.

In your mind, the European mystical world has always been controlled by the Magicians' Association and the Church, and the Magicians' Association has always claimed that magic has no borders—but you know that while magic may have no borders, magicians do.

Even though most magicians don't care about worldly emotional ties, they will inevitably fight back when their own interests are harmed.

In this old era, mystery belonged to a select few, to the upper echelons of the time, and to the powerful and wealthy of various nations—like Gilles de Rais, who later followed the saintess, and like your mother's original family, who could persuade Pralleti to join them.

Even though mystery requires secrecy, war takes many forms, and a magician's methods are more than enough to make their battles invisible to ordinary people.

However, you haven't seen many magicians along the way.

You know, this isn't normal.

Until I stepped into Paris

[Until I saw Nicolas Flamel, who lived in Paris]