"Hall ... Homunculus? Dwarf? Gnome?"

莎 The moment Sarah whispered the word, Maca's expression looked a little confused. Of course he had heard the word, maybe ... when Muggle saw the fairies in the Gringotts, the word blurted out subconsciously.

However, after shaking her head slightly, Sarah shook her head again.

"'Hormonks' is a special word in alchemy, although it has other meanings elsewhere, but in alchemy, it has only one meaning ..."

At this point, Sarah opened her arms slightly and looked up at Maca as if she were showing herself.

"……Cyborg."

Maka himself read the answer softly.

"Yes," Sarah nodded silently. "If the magic stone is the culmination of material refining, the artificial soul is the pinnacle of spiritual refining ... and when the alchemy puppets are injected into the soul, they are no longer alchemists The puppet is a new life ... "

When she said this, her expression was still calm, but there was a faint loneliness in it. For her confession, Maca didn't know what expression to deal with for a while.

生命 "Life ..." Maca was also a little silent for a while, then said again, "Who, then ... um,‘ make ’out of you?”

This statement is undoubtedly awkward, especially when it is impossible to understand the mind of the listener. What kind of psychological activity would an artificial person made by an alchemist have? Without understanding the manufacturing principles at least, it would be difficult for Maca to figure out.

But Sarah didn't seem to care.

"It's Phillips, a paranoid fool ..." She smiled blandly, but on that childish face, the smile was as mature as she saw the world, "Well, it's the Hornheim family. Ancestors. "

"Ah, too ..."

The word "artificial man" is probably too powerful, and Maca then knew it secretly-Sarah was a member of the Hohenheim family, and Hohenheim was a very famous master of alchemy.

Alas, the fact that an artificial person is created is something that no one dares to imagine easily.

"I remember he was born more than a hundred years later than Nicole LeMay," Maca sighed. "It seems that the evaluation of him in the history of magic is still a little lower ... just yours That is enough to put him on the shoulders of Mr. LeMay. "

Sorry, Marka's emotions were not approved by Sarah.

"No, the historian of magic is not wrong about Phillips," she stepped aside and sat down on the floor. "He is arrogant, arrogant, queer-tempered, and poisonous. Although talented, he never Willing to listen to the opinions of others. In this world, not everything can be solved by individual talents alone. "

"... So, he made me such a defective product, and then ..."

I said, Sarah hugged her knees bent, as if she could find her courage to continue speaking.

然后 "And then in that hostel in Salzburg, I started with a defective product that he had made by himself, and hurriedly ended his life."

"You killed him?" Macalle said in surprise.

"Yes," Sarah's voice suddenly shuddered, although it was just a trace, but it seemed so clear in this quiet responsive room, "I opened from knowing nothing about this world The moment he opened his eyes, Phillips only spoke to me three times-- "

Uh ...

In 1541, a small tower house in the northern suburbs of Salzburg.

In less than two months, Phillips should be 48 years old. But this man, however, left his wife and children in his hometown, Switzerland, and flew alone for more than 20 years.

He is a Muggle-born wizard, and as far as magic is concerned, his ability is not outstanding. However, God gave him a great alchemy talent.

Since the day he graduated, he said goodbye to his family and set out on the journey to seek the ultimate in alchemy.

From the first visits to other alchemists, to the sharp denials of other scholars today, Phillips' change has not been small.

不管 But no matter what, his alchemy knowledge is constantly growing, gradually moving towards a pinnacle of his alchemy career.

他 And his greatest goal now is to solve the supreme problem of alchemy that only exists in ancient legends-the cultivation of artificial souls.

At this moment, in the very center of this room, a very complex and delicate array of formations was shining with a dark red light. And in the middle of this formation, a petite young girl in a thin white robe was lying on it, bathed in the red light that beat like a heartbeat.

The refining of the puppet body is not a difficult problem for Phillips. Even potions have similar methods of making human bodies. The question is whether the endowment of artificial souls will succeed in one fell swoop.

The little crystal shining brightly is hanging above the girl's body, sinking down a little bit with the passage of time-until now, everything is going well.

In fact, such an artificial soul crystal has consumed Phillips for nearly eight years. Failure is a common occurrence, and he has been prepared to spend more time, but at this moment, his heart is still agitated.

"This time, you must succeed-"

Phillips gritted his teeth and stared at the crystal, so he watched it sink down.

Today should be the last day. The crystals will be blurred when they touch the body, and will be completely integrated into the body of the girl. Then, Phillips waited for the wake-up of the girl for almost eight years.

It's coming ... It's coming ... It's almost ...

Suddenly, an invisible wave suddenly spread out from the formation, knocking Phillips to the ground. But he didn't have the thought to get up again, because at this moment, he saw the girl's eyelids twitch slightly.

Those blue eyes were like two transparent gems, exactly like Phillips' mother.

In the midst of refining, the girl who was lying flat on the floor slowly sat up on the floor, rubbing her squinting eyes as if just waking up.

Soon after, she seemed to notice another person nearby and turned her head to look at it. At the same time, her long light-linen hair slipped gently down her shoulders, covering her thin, white arms.

时尚 This fashionable Phillips has not noticed a small but not negligible anomaly. He just kept his eyes wide open, trying to engrave this scene deeply in his heart.

"Sarah ... your name is Sarah!"

This is the first sentence a girl has heard since she was born, but unfortunately, she still doesn't understand anything. If we had to make an analogy, the newborn would be equivalent to a newly born baby, but the body would be made into a teenage girl at most ten years old.

The young girl tilted her head, and more hair gently swept across the ground behind her, spreading across the floor.

Philips looked at the girl in front of him and took a deep breath. Since the room hadn't opened the window for many days, the air in the room was extraordinarily turbid, but he didn't have the time to care about it.

Now, he just wants to take a good look at this masterpiece, because this may be the peak moment he can achieve as an alchemist.

But when he stood up and tried to take a closer look from a closer distance, a question flashed through his mind--why didn't she cry?

Every Muggle knows that the first thing a newborn baby does is cry. Of course, this is a phenomenon caused by the birth of a newborn from the mother's womb and the need to breathe for the first time. The artificial person does not have this problem.

But as a baby's instinct, crying is also the first way to vent their emotions in their lives. If the girl he created is normal as a new life, then he will instinctively tear his throat and weep after opening his eyes.

"Is there anything wrong ... no, this is impossible ... the most difficult step has been successful. How could ... **** ... why!"

Phillips was as if someone had hit him with a head-on. He muttered himself with a voice that only he could hear, his face mixed with various emotions.

Opposite him, the fresh Sarah just looked at the eccentric uncle in front of him with a flat face. She could feel a kind of affection emanating silently from the other side, which made her, who was still unknown, feel a little peace of mind.

After a long pause, Phillips looked up again, looking straight at Sarah's face. He crazily lay on his limbs and slaps on Sarah's face.

"Snapped!"

"Crying! Cry me! No-even if you don't cry, you can fight back! You can be angry-you see, I hit you, don't you know to be angry? Don't you know to be afraid? You-"

This slap was so heavy that Sarah fell to the icy floor all of a sudden, and her long hair covered her face and the slightly swollen fingerprints on her delicate cheeks.

But in the next moment, Sara sat up on the ground again, and those blue eyes appeared from the sliding hair, her eyes were still clear and pure.

Stuck in sight, Phillips's fist fell heavily on the floor.

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