"Paracelsus!" Ella said angrily, "She is dead, can't she attract your attention? You are too heartless!"
Hearing Aila's words, Paracelsus stopped, turned his back to Aila and asked: "Who is dead? Who? What is his name?"
"Of course Parra..."
As soon as she was halfway through speaking, Ella was stunned.
"You want to say, 'Paracelsus is dead'? You care about her so much, I thought she told you other names."
Paracelsus laughed dryly.
"She uses non-flammable paper to save important documents, just like me."
"She would secretly stuff her papers into the school library, just like me."
"She is an alchemist and a doctor. She advocates using alchemical medicines to replace natural medicines. She uses the three-element theory of thiomercuric salts. She desperately wants to use alchemy to create humans, and then even her name is
Her name is Paracelsus. Her soul is completely the same as mine. She is Paracelsus. King of Sweden, you say Paracelsus is dead? But I can’t stand by you now.
In front of me?"
Ella was speechless for a moment.
"Paracelsus is not dead, nor is he broken. What is broken is just a clay jar he made to preserve his soul. King of Sweden, you will order someone to destroy one of your clay jars just because someone broke it."
Execution? Maybe some tyrants do, but I am not a tyrant. Do not kill is the sixth commandment among the Ten Commandments, and I do not want to violate it."
After saying that, Paracelsus left Ella and walked towards the grove alone. Ella froze on the spot for a while, then angrily got off his horse and chased after him: "Paracelsus
Si! Come back!"
Deep in the woods, she saw Paracelsus again. He stared blankly at the girl's cabin. His fat body was rustling in the wind like the thin branches beside him.
Trembling.
The small wooden house sat quietly among the woods as always. Only the pots of flowers in front of the house became slightly more beautiful under the water of the rain.
"The King of Sweden..." he asked in a hoarse voice, "Who planted these flowers?"
"She planted it, so what?"
"Why... why is it so beautiful...?"
Paracelsus turned around, his face already stained with tears.
"King of Sweden, do you know, I... have never been able to grow flowers."
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In the heavy rain, Avicenna and the five little clay figures hurried to the shore. In order to avoid the rain, the five little clay figures all wore huge leather boots and large cloaks that were dragged to the ground. They looked like
Extremely weird.
They did not take the direction of the port, because Andrea's fleet was anchored there. Avicenna prepared a vehicle other than the ship-that is, the door panel removed from the Governor's Palace. It was made of fine wood.
It was made, wide and thick, and could accommodate eight people on it. Avicenna covered it with a piece of cloth and handed it over to the little clay figures behind him to carry it.
However, the little clay men carrying the door panel complained:
"This is too heavy! Avicenna, can't you get to the shore and use magic to get a wooden board out?"
"Stop making such meaningless complaints," Avicenna said. "Your abilities are similar to mine. Isn't it clear? Even if it is dead, the tree was once an organic life after all. Let it
Disappearance is already my limit. Life must be created by God, how can we overstep it?"
While they were arguing, they threw magic randomly, killing everyone they saw along the way indiscriminately.
"Then why not seize a boat! Are we still afraid of them?"
"I'm kidding. It's a bit difficult for me to deal with that dragon alone. And there are other elves on the other side, as well as tens of thousands of troops. It's really entangled. Even if you all use your own bodies now, you can't handle it. But come on? Okay, don’t say any more, I’ve already seen the sea!”
The blue and vast sea appeared in front of them, and behind them, there was blood all over the ground and broken limbs along the way.
They used magic in exchange for a hurricane, rolling the plank high into the sky, and then dropped it to the depths of the water. Avicenna took the lead in wading for a while and sat on it. After confirming that the plank would not sink, the little clay figures let their bodies float , crossed the sea water in the middle, and finally stopped firmly on the wooden board. Then, these magicians used magic to make the strong wind around them disappear, and then summoned a wind with suitable strength and direction again, pushing the wooden board Drive towards the front.
The plank slowly left the shore for dozens of feet. They did not expect this simple tool to be able to carry them across the ocean. They only hoped to avoid the eyes and ears of the enemy fleet, and then find a nearby place to anchor and transfer to a real ship. Merchant ship.
At this moment, a sense of trembling suddenly fell from the sky!
Avicenna and his group have felt this fear for a long time. This is the oppression from magic, and there are very few people in the world who can surpass them in magic. Although there are four apostles above them, they are all Abraham Members of the church know their own rights. Even if they are of different factions, they will not take the initiative to offend the apostles. And the apostles will never actively emit magic power to oppress them like this.
But now, they feel that they are looking up at the sky-high mountains and overlooking the bottomless abyss, and they can't even figure out where this trembling feeling comes from!
"What's going on?" The group of magicians suddenly became a mess. "This is the sphere of influence of the Crusaders. Is Gregory here? Why is he angry?"
However, they searched all around, but could not see Gregory. They only saw a fat guy standing where they entered the sea, looking at them.
"He's a doctor. We met in Delphi. He doesn't know magic." Avicenna recognized him. "Master Yin Ben. Xina didn't notice anything unusual either. It shouldn't be him."
"But there is no one else around!" Ahmed Gulani shouted, "It can't be God oppressing us from the sky!"
The fat man's cry came from the distance: "Come back!"
Avicenna and others looked at him cautiously, not knowing how to respond for a while.
The fat man shouted again: "Are you deaf? I want you to row the boat back immediately!"
"Who are you?" Ahmed Gulani shouted bravely, "Send your name!"
"It's Paracelsus! The real Paracelsus!"
As soon as this name came out, all the magicians on the board were shocked. Among them, Avicenna was especially shocked. His attempt to create a human failed, so he came to the island republic to seek help from the alchemists. How could he have imagined that in When they visited Delphi, Paracelsus was actually by their side!
Paracelsus was tired of waiting.
"You want to know if Paracelsus can walk on water? 'Don't worry! It's me, don't be afraid!'"
As he spoke, he stepped on the water and walked towards the wooden board where Avicenna and others were sitting.
