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

These few hours of alchemy experiments were definitely not a comfortable experience for Ella.

After the body is fully anesthetized, the five senses and consciousness are amplified and become clearer.

The sound of blood flowing in the catheter, the clear touch of metal passing through the skin, and the peculiar smell of disinfectant water and alchemy potions filled everything in the world.

The quill was suspended beside the old alchemist, and according to his description, it recorded a large amount of data and graphics by itself.

Although Ella's alchemy foundation is not bad, most of the content is still difficult for her to understand.

After the blood sample was diluted and matched with magic materials of different attributes, Dmitry observed the reaction in the glass tube and re-recorded new data.

He adjusted the gears on the crystal glasses frame, and through the lenses, the clothes and flesh became transparent and could no longer obstruct his vision.

In his eyes, the barren body posture of the girl has no meaning, and the only value is the data they show.

In Dmitry's brain nerves, muscles, bones, blood, and organs have all been replaced with an incomparably huge flow of information. The body in front of him is undoubtedly the highest masterpiece of life alchemy.

This pair of dirty crystal glasses is actually an alchemy tool called "Scholar's Eye". Its functions and side effects are very easy to understand.

A person who wears the "Scholar's Eye" can glimpse the real world of digitization, but relatively, his eyesight will become worse and worse.

This pair of glasses was not a product born accidentally, it was indeed a prop refined according to the needs of a certain alchemist.

But when the manufacture was successful, the scholar's myopia was already so severe that he was almost unable to see things.

Not adding this most basic function to the lens is what a certain scholar regrets most in his life——

The old alchemist frowned. Some very strange numbers appeared in his field of vision. They should not appear in the human body. They seemed to grow under the chest and ribs, and their magical properties were very bad. It seems to be a layer of protection to deliberately make things difficult for peepers.

He took a hollow incense pot the size of a palm, lit some dry plants and put them into the pot. A strange green flame ignited in the pot first, but the flame went out instantly, leaving only a few wisps of white smoke.

Dmitry put the incense close to Ella's face. After the slightly pungent burning smell brought by the burning, it was a very strange smell that made people feel peaceful and would fall into a deep sleep unconsciously.

"From now on, you will be protected by dreams."

Under the effect of the smoke, the voice of the old man was like a raving, and the indescribable sense of comfort and tranquility slowly descended, and Ella also fell into a peaceful sleep.

Dmitry glanced back, Ling's body shook twice, and he also struggled and fell to the ground.The reason why he used the incense was to divert his attention. After the latter's attention was attracted by the incense, the old alchemist silently issued a wide-area hint.

"It will save a lot of trouble."

As Dmitri said, he cut open the skin on Ella's left chest with a silver knife. The seemingly soft skin is actually very tough. A layer of very fine crystal grains can be seen in the skin fracture, and the protection formed by them blocks the The ability of "Scholar's Pupil".

After a moment, Dmitry Dalton noticed something was wrong.

"No...heartbeat?"

He changed his complexion slightly, and used his fingers to test Ella's breath and pulse, which were very stable and symbolized the master's health.

"If there is no heart, what about the delivery of blood and the pulse? The heart of the potion is the main body... so it is like this, because the dragon crystal should be in the head."

Dmitry muttered to himself. On the other hand, he noticed that the wound caused by the scalpel was closing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He froze for a moment. This recovery speed far exceeded that of a normal human body. The tissue under the ribs looked very strange. It seemed that further observation was needed to obtain more detailed data. He could consider continuing to dissect...

Thinking, he grabbed the silver knife again.

But before he found the right position, a gap suddenly opened under the girl's ribs, and a pale eye rolled out.

Dmitry's movements froze, and a suffocating chill swept over his body.

"......what is this?"

The strangeness is fleeting, like an illusion.And the blood samples and tissue cells he originally extracted lost their activity at this moment.

"It's almost like...the body can think on its own."

Dmitry sat back on the old wooden chair, took off his glasses, and was speechless in a daze.

-

Ling's consciousness gradually recovered. She knew why she lost consciousness, but she understood that it was probably Dmitri's manipulation.

She jumped up suddenly, but the scene she imagined did not appear in front of her eyes.

Ella seemed to have just regained consciousness. She sat up from the alchemy table in a daze and jumped off the ground.

"Ella, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?!"

Ella looked up and down at herself. There was no pain in her body, no scars or stitches.

"Shouldn't be there, but there seems to be something wrong? I don't quite understand..."

"That's just a fake drug effect."

Dmitry Dalton was sitting weakly at the corner table, on which a large amount of sorted paper materials were piled up.

"I've only made minor adjustments and you should be in better shape now."

Ella can be sure of this, for the first time since she was born, she feels her body fully.

After gradually getting used to it, she found that her physical fitness has been improved in almost all aspects, and her strength, flexibility, and reaction speed are all incomparable compared with before.

On the other hand, her magic strength has also increased again, almost reaching the level of Senior Professor Kraft.

In addition, there is an inexplicable feeling... She seems to have suddenly understood a lot of things, but this is not the change brought about by the improvement of mental power.

If you have to say it, she seems to have become closer to the mystery in essence, and she almost instinctively understood things that were previously incomprehensible.

Relying on her own feeling, she casually sketched a light door in midair, and her figure faded and appeared in another corner of the room.

In fact, she is still unable to accurately calculate a large amount of data and coordinates in the space, but she can instinctively build a "gate" to complete the transmission.

"Okay, don't show off."

With a sullen face, Dmitri threw a cloth bag, and there was a dark blue dress and some rings.

"These things have been repaired, you can leave... As long as you don't go back to Scotland to provoke Kleist, a few scattered executors are no longer a threat to you."

"I need to be quiet for a few days. You can find any place in Paris maliciously. It shouldn't be difficult for you to hide your identity."

As he spoke, he pushed the two of them out of the cabin almost forcefully.

Outside the wooden house, Ella sincerely thanked the old man.

The old alchemist opened the wooden door again, and added:

"It's not necessary, as long as you don't get me into any trouble—that's all."

The wooden door was slammed shut, almost pinching William's tail, causing the latter to bark in displeasure.

Chapter 9 30 rue de Champs Elysees

Mr. Villefort Morel was the original owner of No. 30 Champs-Elysees Avenue. It is said that this mansion was given to his father by a very legendary earl.

But last month, Mr. Morel's transport fleet encountered considerable trouble. Although there were no casualties, he still lost two ships and a full load of valuable cargo.

M. Villefort Morel had to sell some properties to cover his losses, and this house, which was more monumental than practical, was the first choice.

So this morning, he formally signed a contract to transfer the house to a newlywed couple.

Morel looked at the legal documents presented by the other party, and compared the signature "Yosef Bell" on the contract, and confirmed that this transaction was not a scam.

Because of the urgency of the situation, he originally planned to sell Champs Elysees NO.30 at [-]% of the market price, which was also his bottom line price.

But the young woman with oriental beauty bought the house at a price of eleven thousand francs, almost without a counter-offer, a figure that was not far behind the market price.

Although some gentlemen would let their wives manage their finances after marriage, he was slightly surprised when the short-haired lady took out a large amount of cash from her purse.

Maybe they were buying a house for some great banker or aristocrat, after all, even in increasingly prosperous Paris, few people would carry hundreds of louis d'or with them.

This couldn't help but remind Mr. Morel of the count who had a good relationship with his father.

The story more than 20 years ago also seems to have started after a shipwreck, perhaps this will be the prologue of a new legend.

Mr. Morel boarded the carriage, looked back at the pair of young people in front of No. 30 of the Champs-Elysees, couldn't help but shook his head with a smile:

"How is it possible, how can there be such a coincidence..."

-

Ella watched the carriage leave and made sure that the other party did not see through her confusion spell.

In the eyes of Mr. Villefort Morel, he should be a young man wearing a Flagg coat and leggings.

Ella dragged the suitcase through the gate and looked around at her new home.

The decoration of the house is quaint and exquisite, should it be said that it is due to the character or the cultivation of the family inheritance. Mr. Morel left a complete set of furniture and new and decent daily necessities.

Valuable antiques and portraits can be seen everywhere in the spacious corridors and living rooms.Their value is also factored into the home price.

Champs Elysees NO.30 is a four-story building with a courtyard. As the residence of a wealthy earl 20 years ago, its location is located in the best part of the Champs Elysees Avenue, and it is indeed worthy of the owner. A decent mansion of status.

Ella used magic to forge the documents, leaving behind the pseudonym "Yosef Bell".This name is just a patchwork of the names of the deceased, and has no meaning in itself.

This was Ling's idea. According to her, and according to the executor's inertial thinking, she might search the underground world of Paris and live in a wealthy area, which would make it easier to avoid their eyes and ears.

Ella can properly rent out some rooms or hire a few reliable servants, which is also a reasonable cover-up of her identity.

What's more, this is not Scotland after all, the power of the executor is limited, and the actions will be more or less restrained.

In order to dispel Ella's concerns, Ling explained that the alliance of Mephisto and Belusay also needs to prepare strongholds in large cities, and she can ask the family for reimbursement after returning. After all, the alliance has plenty of money.

Ella heard something else from Ling's words,

"Are you planning to go back?"

Ling was interrupted from chattering, she half opened her mouth, and after a moment of stunned, she scratched her hair in embarrassment.

"I don't want to leave either, but I've stayed in Paris far longer than planned, so I have to go back..."

"Ella, don't worry, I will come back after finishing the follow-up mission. It will only take a week at most. Probably the shadow can repair the body within this period of time, and they will probably come to Paris again."

As she spoke, she took out another small parchment roll from her pocket.

"This is the spell to summon the messenger of the Belusay family. If there is any unexpected situation, use it to contact Hyde."

Ella took the parchment and frowned.Ling had previously told her the location of Kraft's contact point in Paris, which was a medium-sized newspaper office on the banks of the Seine.

"Can you still use the school's contact point to teleport? If I'm already wanted, you will also be targeted by the Parisian executors, right?"

Ling smiled, not paying much attention to this.

"It's two different things. They don't have the evidence that I found you. Even though he is against the Kleist party, Mephisto is one of the school's directors. If they dare not do anything to me, it is equivalent to a direct declaration of war on the alliance .”