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

At this time, the wooden door was knocked open, and the old dog with all its hair was the first to enter the room, dragging a muddy leather bag in, then running to the corner of the room with its four short legs, licking it Rainwater in a dirty bowl is not very clean.

"Damn William . . . that's all he wants to take."

Dmitry followed the old dog William into the room. He dropped the stained rag bag that was almost as tall as a man on the ground, gasping for air.

The bag made a muffled sound on the ground. Dmitri didn't seem to have used the floating spell. He didn't know how the skinny old man dragged such a heavy thing back.

Looking at the shape of the cloth bag, Ling couldn't help but change his face.

"Could the material you're talking about be a corpse?"

Dmitri smiled sinisterly, which reminded Ling of the rumor that the old man was expelled from Kraft. The ethics and morality of this great alchemist seemed to be very weak 100 years ago.

The smell of soil after the rain came from the cloth bag, but it was also mixed with a smell like rotting leaves, which was not very pleasant.

The old man cut the cloth bag open with a silver knife and muttered:

"I am an alchemist, not a necromancer."

The black cloth was pushed aside to both sides, and it seemed that there was just some dirt and strange minerals inside.

"Earth, saltpeter, iron, salt..."

Dmitri took some black things out of the cloth bag, and then threw them on the ground. To be honest, their appearance seems to be hard to match with the nouns in Dmitri's mouth.

"It's not like a material for a body."

Ling frowned and said that she had a certain understanding of Shadow's puppet body. Most of the materials Roger used were materials with good magical properties, and he also had a very precise and strict selection of the magic circles that simulated various human body functions.

"Body body? Oh——you mean doll, this word should be taught to you by that boy Roger."

Dmitri continued to take out various materials from the bag while explaining sarcastically.

"If you are making carriers for dead souls, magical souls, or other similar things, dolls are undoubtedly a good choice. They are powerful, sturdy enough, have good carrying capacity and magic conductivity, and their appearance can be customized according to the production requirements. Carve and adjust as you like."

"But this Miss Soul Body is different - she is not a dead soul at all, and she is not a strange thing like a magical soul, um... A soul whose consciousness does not change with the death of the body, a soul that is still alive, Let us call this state the living soul."

The old man's tone began to sound like an old scholar unique to Professor Craft.

"The place where a living soul can live for a long time is undoubtedly a living body. No matter how complete a corpse is, it must be very similar to a living soul. It has no soul consciousness, but the body does not die with it. 'living flesh'."

Speaking of this, he gradually became fanatical, and the thin old man's body couldn't help shaking, and a little bit of saliva spewed out of his air-tight mouth.

"Even the so-called vegetative people by ordinary people and scholars, and the so-called living dead by wizards-I have investigated the lives in that state, their souls are just in deep sleep, and the theories of those so-called masters are completely farting! Hit by a carriage , or hit the head to achieve that dreamlike state? How can it be so simple!"

Ella seemed to vaguely understand what the old man was going to do, but felt that it was impossible.

"So you're planning to..."

Dmitry's eyes lit up, and he roared loudly:

"Of course it is made from a human body, and only in this way can a [living body] be made!"

This is indeed the delusion of a madman, and it is a very absurd statement.

In the thousands of years of alchemy history, countless alchemy masters have tried.In the end, the answer "it is impossible to refine the human body" became the consensus of the alchemy community.

"Have you succeeded?"

Ella was very shocked. If Dmitri had really completed the research on human body refining, then his achievements in the field of alchemy would have surpassed the prophet Sibylla!

"No."

The old man shook his head blankly,

"I haven't tried it at all."

The candles in the cabin were extinguished.

-

Fifteen days have passed.

Looking at the human-shaped lump of flesh that appeared in the center of the circle, Dmitry Dalton was speechless for a moment.At best, these "people" only survived for a few minutes after birth, and then quickly collapsed.

He glanced at the pocket watch covered in fingerprints and with some cracks in the lower right corner, and pressed the timer.

This time the sample survived for one minute and 36 seconds.

He simply and neatly stuffed the meat into a cloth bag and threw it in the corner of the room. The failed products produced during this period will be buried in the cemetery by Ling after nightfall, which is a very convenient way to deal with them under special circumstances.

He threw away the instrument casually, took a bowl of leftover sweet onion soup from the stove, and shouted with some dissatisfaction:

"Little Mephisto, didn't William catch a basket of snails from the cemetery? Why is there only onion soup here?"

Ling came out from the basement of the wooden house, glanced at the dirty cloth bag in the corner of the room, and looked a little unhappy.

"Although I heard that the French eat snails, they are definitely not the kind William caught. Only a devil would throw those things into his stomach!"

Ella has been moved to the basement, and Ling has also moved in. Sunlight is not good for the soul body, and the environment in the basement is relatively suitable.Besides, it was inconvenient for a young girl to live in the same room as Dmitry.

Ling moved a bench and sat across from Dmitry.

"How... Needless to say, it must have failed again."

The old man scratched his face in distress,

"Theoretically, there should be no problem, but the vitality is not strong enough, and the false life created by magic can only last for a few minutes. It is not possible to rashly inject very powerful power, which will exceed their burden limit."

"Isn't that a dead end?"

Ling's face became increasingly ugly,

"Ella's current state cannot be maintained forever. Even if you use the environment simulated by the alchemy circle to prevent her from being rejected by the world, the living soul will still transform into the undead over time."

Dmitri took a sip of the onion soup, frowned, and inexplicably took out a bottle of allspice from the pile of alchemy materials.

"It's not that there is no progress in terms of vitality. The bottle of potion that Serena Williams brought out from the dreamland, although I don't know what it is, does contain considerable vitality. The problem still lies in the human body—material , something is missing from the material.”

"I've heard a bit about the origin of that potion... It is said that it came from the dragon crystal of an adult frost dragon. Although I have never seen this species, it is at least a high-level dragon. It is enough to provide Huge strength, can't we use stronger materials for the body?"

The old man rolled his eyes.

"Isn't that turning into making dolls? Have you ever seen anyone born with ceramic skin and metal bones?"

"human body......"

Ling muttered to himself, then seemed to suddenly think of something, strode back to the basement, and brought a luggage up.

After searching for a while, Ling took out a glass tube filled with gray powder particles from the sundries including knives, forks and spoons.

"Can this be used as a material?"

Dmitry's gaze was firmly attracted, he snatched the glass tube, removed the cork and sniffed it under his nose.

"A strong taste of magic...and there is some kind of essential connection with that girl."

"This seems to be... someone's ashes?"

He lowered his voice and asked:

"who."

"Her father."

Dmitry's smiling face was a little distorted,

"It's not like what a friend should do. But yes, this is undoubtedly the most suitable material, it provides me with inspiration, and many things that I can't figure out can now be solved. The problem is-Serena Williams will do you accept?"

Ling's face turned a little pale.

"You just need to complete the body training, the rest...is the business of me and Ella."

The old man threw the bowl into the debris pile, and casually smeared the oil on the patched robe.

"You hid it from her, and it's probably more than just this one thing... Indeed, it has nothing to do with me."

Dmitry inhaled pigeon blood, mercury, sulfur and salt into the quill. Before drawing the pattern, he completed a rare sanctification ceremony. The old man changed his normal routine, as if he had become a strict magic apprentice.

The potion and ashes are only enough for one consumption until replacement materials are found.

"The Messenger of Olympus alone,

Exalted Son of the God-King,

Triple great Hermes.

You are the gatekeeper of dreams, you are prophet, priest and king. "

The greased candles blazed fiercely, and Dmitry cut various materials with a silver knife.

This was Ling's first time to completely observe Dmitri's alchemy process. She was surprised to find that the rickety old man's knife was so precise. The old man's hands were like the most stable machines, and the materials he took out every time were extremely precise. , without any error.

She quickly discovered the strangeness of this new magic circle. It seemed that it was not a simple creation, but a simulation. The sanctified area was simulating a unique environment.

Dmitry cast his ashes into the light at this point.

"The bone of the Father shall be the key to the Holy Grail..."

He murmured some kind of ancient elf language, repeating this cycle.

An inverted triangle of light gradually floated in front of Dmitry, which was the so-called "Holy Grail". Then, there was a clear heartbeat.

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"You really did it... human body training."

Ling looked at the weird light group in front of him in disbelief.

A steady stream of vitality emerges from the alchemy formation, there is no doubt that what is being born there is a real life, not a sham piece of meat!

With a twitch of her eyelids, she quickly rushed into the basement, and transferred Ella's soul out again through the silver coins.

Looking at the fading brilliance in front of his eyes, Dmitry showed a tangled mixture of excitement and disappointment.

"Actually, this still cannot be regarded as human body refining... In theory, the human body being refined should be a perfect divine body, but you see—"

-

As the light dissipated, a wriggling cocoon half a person tall appeared in the center of the room, it looked like a naked human organ

"what is that?"