As the hot air balloon flew higher and higher, the city below became smaller and smaller, and the wind became stronger and stronger. Just when Amy thought they were going to be blown to the sea by the southeasterly wind, she
But his body suddenly stagnated in the air. A rope connected to the ground held the balloon firmly.
They were far from reaching the clouds, and the crowd of people watching below were already as small as ants.
Count Babenberg trembled and grabbed the fence, his teeth chattering constantly: "It's too high, too high! It's already flying, is that enough? Quick, bring this thing down!"
However, after leaving everyone's sight, Paracelsus no longer paid attention to Count Babenberg - he focused all his attention on Amy.
"The person talking here is actually you, right? Tell me, what do you want from me?"
Now that Paracelsus has noticed, Amy no longer pretends to be a guard. She first warned Count Babenberg to shut up with a look, and then slowly asked: "You are everyone
You're talking about Paracelsus, right?"
"My real name is Hohenheim, a doctor from Switzerland. However, most of the Paracelsus everyone talks about refers to me."
Amy caught a clue in Paracelsus' words: "Most? In other words, there are other Paracelsus?"
"Who knows. There is no shortage of liars who pretend to be other people's names, no matter which country they are in."
Paracelsus seemed to deliberately want to avoid this question. But Amy finally met him, and of course she would not let this opportunity go: "Then do you know a few people who use your name?
For example...people created through alchemy?"
"A human being created by alchemy? Are you talking about the legend that was circulated in the Island Republic a few years ago? That story is so funny - how can a human being be created by just relying on human skills? And it is used.
It’s still horse manure.”
"You can't lie to me." Amy stared directly into Paracelsus's eyes. "A man named Joseph Duchene told me a lot of things. The legend of the alchemist who created man is
From you, Paracelsus."
"Oh, that drunkard. I didn't see him at the Alchemy University. I thought he had finally graduated and left the island. What he said has always been as outrageous as his research. Don't you have the basics to distinguish whether it is true or false?
Able?"
"Yes, the story he told is very bizarre. If anyone else heard it, they would definitely think it was made up - if they had never seen the girl who called herself Paracelsus."
A strong wind blew by, pulling the hemp rope below and swaying from side to side. Paracelsus's expression also swayed between cloudy and sunny with the wind.
"What are you talking about? What girl? What artificial human?" Count Babenberg was confused. "Can't we talk about these things on earth? When will we go down?"
Amy glanced at Count Babenberg coldly: "Cover your ears, this is not the place for you to interrupt. If you hear something, you'd better forget it immediately before I cut off your ears!"
Count Babenberg was frightened. He and his troops were all controlled by this group of pirates. He was now a piece of fish on a eucalyptus board. As soon as Amy finished speaking, he immediately covered his ears.
Realizing that the sound insulation effect was still not good, he immediately buried his head in his knees.
The strong wind finally stopped, and Paracelsus' expression gradually became stable.
"Have you met her, right? How...is she doing now?"
"I have been cleaning at the Alchemy Academy for a year. I don't like to wear clothes. A few days ago, I cured a strange disease that Avicenna couldn't cure. Then I was kidnapped by Avicenna. My life and death are still uncertain.
"
"Is it the famous Avicenna? What kind of disease is it that even he can't cure?"
The strong southeast wind blew again, and the balloon swayed back and forth under the pull of the strong wind and the rope. Paracelsus walked over and pinched the rope, as if preparing to adjust something.
"It's a severe wound infection that spreads all over the patient's body."
"Pfft, that patient will really pose a problem for Avicenna. He always gets infected wherever he is, and when faced with a systemic infection, I'm afraid he can only prescribe random prescriptions. How did she treat it?
?”
Paracelsus' inadvertent laughter made Amy feel a little unhappy. She had explained the current situation of the girl's disappearance, but the man in front of her could still laugh.
"She said that a toxic dye she synthesized could cure this disease, but she was immediately kidnapped by Avicenna. My lord used alchemy to reduce the toxicity of the dye, and finally cured the patient."
Paracelsus nodded while fiddling with the rope: "Very good, rather than transmuting metals, this is what alchemy should do. She discovered a medicine to treat wound infections, even if she died like this
, and he can become famous throughout the ages.”
"You just said - even if you die like this?"
Amy couldn't bear it anymore and went up to grab the short and fat man, twisting his body towards her, and at the same time growled in a low voice: "She has been kidnapped! Aren't you worried at all?"
Paracelsus replied without changing his expression: "Why should I worry? You know, she is not my wife, not my daughter, and not my friend."
"Then what is she? One of your products?"
"When I made her, I wanted to learn the secrets of the world from her. But I failed - although the art of alchemy can create the body, it cannot create the soul." Paracelsus replied, "She does not belong to
My own soul. Her name, memory, knowledge, and the unknown properties latent in the soul all come from me. She is not anything, just a copy of me."
"You guy——!"
Driven by anger, Amy's eyes burst into flames.
"Are you angry? She really made a good friend."
Paracelsus turned his head and looked at the sky in the distance.
"I am not a heartless person. My daughter Rotildi owes a debt to the Governor of the Island Republic. For her, I am willing to work in a dark basement. Whenever my friends encounter difficulties, I will try my best to help.
But you have to understand that apart from being a creation of mine, that girl really has nothing to do with me. From the day she was born, she has all the knowledge that belongs to me, so she does not need my upbringing and guidance.
. She is equal to me. She neither belongs to me nor has any friendship with me. She even took away my soul - I don’t know what consequences this will have after my death. I don’t hate her because of this.
