Chapter 23 The Alchemy Girl Will Not Get Injured (15)
Looking at the bloody girl in front of him, Avicenna's eyes became dark and terrifying, like the dark forest before the storm. And his voice was like the strong wind overwhelming the forest: "I am fascinated by your alchemy skills.
I was deceived by the notes found in your room. In fact, I should have thought of it earlier. Judging from this formula, Paracelsus can only be a man."
"Stop talking, I am a girl, I am Paracelsus!"
The girl held her face, her voice quivering like leaves. But the leaves' pleading could not make the wind stop. Avicenna ruthlessly threw the reality in front of the girl: "No, you may be Palla."
Celsus. You are an artificial man that is said to have been created by Paracelsus using alchemy and devoured the body and soul of Paracelsus! A complete monster!"
This sentence was like a bolt of lightning falling in the forest, or like the most terrifying hurricane that uprooted the trees. It completely defeated the girl's body and destroyed her will, leaving her as soft as a sponge.
Collapsed to the ground.
John de Rupisisa heard the sound and rushed over. When he saw the girl lying on the ground, he rushed forward to help her up. But the moment he exposed his back to Avicenna, a stick
The silver needle pricked the back of his head.
"It's none of your business here." Avicenna said, "Principal, go get some sleep first."
As John de Rupisisa fell, Avicenna's dark and terrifying face appeared in front of the girl again.
"I'm not Paracelsus? Then who am I?" The girl's face gradually became larger and hollower. "If the soul does not exist attached to the body, then do I...do I have a soul of my own?"
"
"Excellent question. I also want to know the answer. Is Paracelsus inside you? Or is it another person different from Paracelsus?"
Avicenna walked to a corner of the classroom, took out a rope from a cabinet, and threw it in front of the girl
"What's this?"
"Although suicide is a sin in our church, since your life is not given by God, you naturally do not need to abide by God's commandments like us. Rather, I am curious whether you can really do this.
Called 'human'?"
Avicenna's voice suddenly became extremely soft, just like the water, which makes thirsty people long for it, but if not careful, people will drown in it:
"Try it. You have entry-level magic. If you have your own soul different from Paracelsus, these magic powers will shape you into a weak spirit after death. I can detect the spirit.
, by then, I will be able to give you a definite answer."
Looking at the rope, the girl's hand slowly stretched out little by little.
"Don't hesitate, try it boldly." Avicenna's voice urged her, "What is more important than confirming existence? What is closer to the truth than recognizing the soul? You are confused, I
I’m also confused, let’s answer this question together.”
The girl's hand grabbed the rope, then stood up suddenly, stood on the table, threw the rope, and let it pass through the beam of the roof.
"Yes... that's it. Soon, very soon I will be able to answer all your questions." Avicenna said, "As long as you tie a knot in the rope, hang it around your neck, and kick the stool, all the steps will be done.
It’s all done.”
A thunder suddenly fell from the sky outside, and then the rain fell in patter, pouring water on the fire that was raging in the city.
"don't want!"
As if she had woken up, the girl pulled the rope from the roof beam and threw it down, holding her head and crying:
"Even if I don't know who I am...but I still want to live, and I want to live!"
"Oh, you chose to live."
Avicenna picked up the rope and walked towards the cabinet, as if he wanted to hide the rope again. But after walking past the girl, he suddenly turned around and strangled the girl severely from behind with the rope.
neck:
"You want to live, but I want to know the answer! Even if he used magic, Paracelsus still created humans after all. So did he create souls? Can skills surpass nature? Humans
Is it possible to build a high tower leading to the seat of God? We have been arguing about this, haven't we? Whether Paracelsus is right or I am right, let the debate end here!"
The girl struggled violently, but could not break away from Avicenna. Her eyes gradually became bloodshot, tears, nasal discharge and drool ran out uncontrollably, mixing with the blood flowing from the wounds she scratched.
When they were together, her delicate, artificially carved face was completely smeared.
"Let me go." She forced out her voice and begged, "I am also a believer in God!"
"You are just a man-made thing! Even if I kill you here, I have not violated the Sixth Commandment!"
The rain became heavier and heavier. At an ordinary moment, the girl's body hung down like a puppet with its strings cut off, and her struggle stopped forever.
Avicenna sneered, threw away the rope and stood up.
"So, does she have a soul?"
Avicenna raised his head and tried his best to sense the flow of magic power. However, he noticed nothing.
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"It seems that I am correct."
Avicenna laughed, and he kept laughing. It wasn't until he noticed a lot of girl's snot and tears on his sleeves that he let out a "tsk", stepped on the girl's face, and used
The girl wiped her face with the soles of her shoes.
"Avicenna, something went wrong!" Ahmed Gulani broke in, "While we were busy killing the people on the anti-revolutionary list, the rain suddenly started to fall for some reason, and then
For some unknown reason, the defenders took the initiative to open the city gate and surrender! The governor urgently summoned us and asked us to put down what we were doing and repel the pirate kingdom’s attack!”
"No, the island republic is worthless." Avicenna shook his head, "I thought that Paracelsus could create humans with only entry-level magic power. Then other alchemists might be lucky.
It's okay. But I was wrong. The one with entry-level magic power was not Paracelsus, but a prop he created. It can be inferred that Paracelsus himself is at least the self or natural level. Those batches of magic power are low.
As an alchemist, the probability of successfully refining a human body is almost zero."
"Then what should we do?" Ahmed Gulani was anxious, "I don't want to have a body squeezed by this mud for the rest of my life!"
"Leave the island republic first, there is always a way." Avicenna said, "For example - find the real Paracelsus."
After saying that, Avicenna closed his eyes again and explored the fluctuations of magic power around him. For a magician like him, even if the enemy does not actively emit magic power, he can still sense all the magic power around him, from beginners to elves. If it is exhausted,
With all his strength, he can even sense most of the great elves.
However, he still felt nothing.
"It seems that I did win."
——However, in Cologne, far away in the Alemannic Federation, Gregory suddenly opened his eyes from his nap.
"Yin Ben Xina! He still dares to come?"
He got out of bed and put on his clothes, and then felt more carefully the dazzling light that suddenly burst out in space.
"No...it's not Yin Ben. Xina. With such a huge flow of magic power, what exactly happened there?"
Gregory took steps and tried to get there in one step. But when the steps fell, he found that he was still in his room. This made him look at his hands in disbelief:
"Even though it's a pagan land, I actually... didn't move there?"
