In the quiet space, countless bookshelves surrounded the huge round table. Lorenzo sat on one side, while Arthur and Merlin sat far on the other side, as if the distance between them was unreachable.
The nostrils were filled with a musty smell, speaking of the antiquity here, like a silent chant of a minstrel, telling a tale.
Lorenzo leaned back on the chair slowly, feeling somewhat surprised and a little shocked.
Alchemy, a word nearly lost in the river of history, it is the most secretive wisdom of the old era. Every alchemist guarded their knowledge with their life, recorded in cryptic codices on cursed parchments, which meant that when they died, no one could decipher them anymore, so the glorious alchemy gradually vanished with the change of times and the stubbornness of the alchemists.
Now this technology is only faintly mentioned in some folklore, and there are not many people in the world who truly understand it.
