It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

The magic power did not recover over time, but was constantly being consumed. Maintaining consciousness outside the body requires consumption of magic power.Her current state is very special. Unlike ordinary dead souls, the old seal transferred Ella's consciousness to the dreamland before her consciousness died, so her soul body was not transformed into dead souls.

Neither the dead nor the living, without a body, she was rejected by the world itself, not even the shadow that once lodged in the eyes of Hermes.

This state is leaning towards a worse situation, completely exhausting the magic power, unable to maintain the existence of consciousness and turning into a dead soul, or being rejected by the world before that, exiled to an unknown space, waiting for her is nothing more than these two results .

Ella tried to save herself, but with her current magic power it was impossible to return to Glamis.She could only try to find the contact point set up by Kraft to seek help, but it was almost impossible for ordinary liaison officers to detect Ella in this state.

For this tiny possibility, Ayla spent a small amount of magic power and traveled through several urban areas in a day, but got nothing.

Perhaps in the near future, she will transform into an unconscious dead soul, and this tendency is gradually amplifying.

Ella leaned against the wall and looked into the distance. Maybe this is the last chance to look at the night sky. Will she see the same scenery on the streets of Scotland?

A tired figure appeared at the end of the alley, probably a beggar or a vagabond in Paris.

"Ella, are you here?"

This is a voice that has become a little hoarse compared to memory, but it makes Ella feel very familiar.

It should be absolutely impossible for this person to appear here, it should be absolutely impossible...

It might be an illusion, but it's not bad, at least in the end it made her feel the warmth she hasn't seen for a long time.

The soul body does not shed tears, but the girl felt that her face should be soaked with tears at this time, and she raised her head full of hope.

The figure in the depths of the alley gradually became clear.

Ling was holding a black umbrella, standing in the empty narrow alley, facing the corner, bent down and stretched out his right hand.

"finally found you."

The rain stopped, and the thin water vapor was lingering in the narrow alley. The copper lamp of the carriage shook and cast light into the depths of the alley, and the water vapor emitted a hazy light in the light.

This hazy light reminded the girl of London many years ago. On that snowy night, the same was true for the street lights on both sides of Whitechapel Street.

"Yes, it was found."

She closed her eyes reassuringly and revealed a complicated smile.

Chapter 4 Demetrius Dalton

Ella lives on a silver coin in Ling's pocket and is carried through the streets of Paris.

"Aren't we going to the contact point?"

After obtaining the basic magic power supply from Ling, Ayla barely stabilized her own state, and was able to have a conversation through consciousness, and there was no longer the danger of dissipating at any time.

"...No, it's better to say that Ella, you are lucky that you didn't meet the executor."

Ella couldn't understand Ling's words, she asked suspiciously:

"what does that mean?"

Ling was silent for a moment, and there were too many words pouring out in an instant, but in the end he only replied:

"A lot has happened during your absence..."

Her expression seemed a little stiff, but Ella, who was attached to the silver coin, couldn't notice it.

Ling moved very cautiously, like a cat in the dark, silently bypassing the main road and terrain that was not convenient for movement.She made a big circle around the city to avoid those malicious eyes.

Finally, Ling found a very remote place according to the map. She took out the silver coins from her pocket so that Ella could see the surrounding environment clearly.

This is the Montreuil cemetery in the eastern suburbs of Paris. Baron Haussmann's reconstruction project has not yet covered such a remote location.

There was a dilapidated wooden house in the corner of the cemetery, where the person Fred asked Ling to find lived.

A dim oil lamp can be seen faintly behind the rough glass, and as the girl approaches, a dog barks from behind the door.

After a scolding sound like a night owl, the wooden door was opened a little.

"A cemetery at night is no place for children."

Ling stuffed a letter through the crack of the door, and someone took the envelope, and then the cabin became quiet again.

After a few minutes, the wooden door was opened.

In a very narrow space, there were piles of dirty clothes, food residues, large and small glassware, metal instruments, workbenches, and an old dog that was half bald. It was unclear whether it was blood or oily dirt attached to it. Everything also includes the owner of the room.

Sitting on the wooden chair was an old man in black clothes and black trousers. He raised his head to reveal a wrinkled face, with a dirty and messy beard hanging from his upper lip to his chest.

The pair of crystal glasses on the bridge of his nose should be the only valuable thing in the wooden house, but the lenses were full of fingerprints and oil stains, and he didn't bother to wipe them.

The old man's eyes turned up behind the lenses, and the whites of the yellow and cloudy eyes were bloodshot.

"The kid from the Mephisto family asked you to come, who are you?"

"I am Fred's daughter, Ling Mephisto... Are you Master Demetri Dalton?"

Ling replied, looking up and down at the old man leaning in the chair, she really couldn't connect the dirty gravekeeper in front of her with the master alchemist described by Fred.

The big dog curled up at the old man's feet yawned and slipped out of the wooden door.

The old man froze for a moment, as if he couldn't associate that name with himself at the first time.

"Hey... It's been a long time since anyone called me that."

"You can let the girl who stayed in the coin come out, you are looking for me for this, right?"

Ella's aura is hidden in the silver coins, and it is difficult to detect it even with spiritual vision, let alone identify the gender of this special soul.

But no secret seems to be hidden in the eyes of the old man.

Dmitry looked at the cloud of milky mist that appeared in his vision, scratched his hair, and started to work.

"It's not a revenant, but it's not an ordinary out-of-body consciousness either. The state is indeed a bit strange...I heard that you are a disciple of Howard Yusef."

As he spoke, he pushed the sundries on the workbench to the corner, picked up a greasy quill, filled it with some unknown liquid medicine, and began to draw patterns on the surface of the wooden table.

Ella just nodded silently when she heard the words, and her heart became heavy again.

Dmitry has already finished drawing the figure, which should be a very complicated alchemy formation, leaving fist-sized gaps in the center and several positions respectively.

"That kid Howard... has never been very smart. I heard that he tried to go to another world to find his disciple. Have you seen him there?"

He filled in the blanks with starry black ore, olive branch, copper rust and some kind of biological tissue, then took the silver coin in Ling's hand and placed it in the center of the alchemy circle.

A miserable green flame rose in the center of the formation. Ella's condition became very stable at this moment. An illusory figure got rid of the silver coins and appeared in the center of the formation.

Although she couldn't do this action, Ella still took a deep breath, trying to suppress the emotions that spread outwards. After a long time, she replied:

"seen."

Dmitri rarely stopped what he was doing, and after a long time he shrugged and said with a smile:

"Then he's quite lucky. At least he fulfilled his wish."

In other blank spaces of the alchemy array, items representing various fields deformed. They decomposed, melted and then reorganized, gradually condensing into the shapes of several items on the table.

The final products were several rings, a bottle of blue medicinal liquid and a half-damaged dress.

"I brought a lot of things back, no wonder it lasted so long."

Dmitry threw the quill aside casually, and he looked at the props that obviously had a strange atmosphere, and a trace of fanaticism flashed in his eyes.He shook his head and said:

"I need to go out and find something, you stay here. Don't worry, it's safe here."

The wooden door was taken carelessly, and the impact on the bolt exposed most of the gap.

Ella and Ling looked at each other.

The former asked:

"Who the hell is he?"

"Dmitri Dalton, this name should be familiar to you."

Ella recalled her time at Kraft before realizing it was a name she knew all too well.The name Dmitry Dalton belonged to a great alchemist who was active nearly a hundred years ago. In fact, in the past few hundred years, there were only a few people who could enjoy this title.

He was a name that Benson, the professor of the history of magic, would occasionally mention, accompanied by the former's disdain and sarcasm, but even the old Benson could not deny this person's achievements in the field of alchemy. .

Dmitri is one of the few surviving magicians of the same age as Albert Kleist, and was the former vice-principal of Kraft School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.100 years ago, he was pointed out that he was involved in black magic research and dangerous alchemy activities. Therefore, Dmitry left Kraft and disappeared after publishing several famous opinions in the outside world.

After digesting the current information, Ella asked:

"Ling, tell me, what are we hiding now? What happened while I was away?"

Then, her expression completely froze because of Ling's answer.

"You mean Professor Kleist... Mr. Principal?"

Chapter 5 Human Body Formation

"It's unimaginable."

Ella finally understood the changes that had taken place in the outside world and had a general understanding of the behind-the-scenes events of that year.

"That is to say, I've probably been wanted by the headmaster, and I can't go back for the time being..."

"There are still trustworthy people in Kraft, at least Mephisto and Belusay will be on your side."

Ling said, looking up at Ella.

"And you, where have you been for more than a year?"

"More than a year?"

Ella paused for a few seconds, and it seemed to her that much longer had passed than that.

"It's so long..."

Ling didn't interrupt her, just listened quietly. After a long time, she let out a sigh of relief.

"There is such a world. I didn't expect Professor Yusef to... I'm sorry. It's all because of me that things turned out like this. I'm sorry."

"this is not your fault."

The air in the room became a little dull.