In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

He was going to Albion, the Tomb of the Dead, to get some things for Serim.

“You need to mine from the forties to the sixties... What kind of monster are you going to create?” Mark shook his head as he walked. “Things there are filled with surging dragon magic... Well, I hope your wish comes true, old friend.”

......

Meanwhile, another task that Serlim was trying to accomplish encountered a setback.

"You mean, your next batch of androids won't be ready until April!?"

Serlim's voice rose.

“Yes, Mr. Selim Zolgen.” The person who was dealing with Selim was still Frederica von Einzbern, the head of the Einzbern family that the family had publicly declared this time. She was calm. “This was unavoidable. You should know how high the quality of our androids is.”

"Fine items naturally take time to develop."

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Chapter 692 Other "Methods"

Serlim Zorg's Diary:

February 13, 1795, cloudy.

I found Mark, chatted with him, and unsurprisingly, a good brother is a good brother, he agreed to my request.

but......

The Einzbern family still hasn't produced a new android!

This is a problem. There are almost two months until April, so what should we use to fill the gap? Should we suspend the experiment?

No, that won't do. Experiments always require continuity.

I need to think of another way...

......

The next day, Serlim sat at his desk, tapping his fingers impatiently.

His breathing was heavy, and he looked to be in a very bad mood.

Last night he almost lost his temper with Frederica von Einzbern, the head of the Einzbern family, but Frederica said she was powerless to do anything about it.

The production of androids does indeed take time; it is impossible to produce high-quality androids that meet the requirements of magic experiments in a short period of time.

In the end, Serlim restrained his temper and apologized to Frederica.

but......

"Aaaaaaahh ...

"What should we do?!"

"How can we continue the experiment!?"

"Homunculi, homunculus, how am I supposed to conduct experiments without homunculus..." Suddenly, Serim thought of something.

He looked at his hand, which was pounding on the table.

He turned his head and glanced at the artificial human arm that had been modified but not used before, which was still active.

His pupils contracted.

He was stunned for a moment, then swallowed hard.

The prototype of androids... isn't it just a human?

Since we can't use androids right now.

So why don't I use people?

A glint flashed in his eyes.

Yeah... since I can't use androids for the time being, why don't I just use real humans?

In this era of tremendous change, the one thing that is never lacking is human life.

But... can we really use people?

He clutched his head, his whole body trembling violently.

Although the association only manages magicians and not ordinary people, it has strictly prohibited the use of humans for research. Even if you eventually achieve results, you cannot escape the sealing designation.

But...but...

This is my lifelong wish. As long as it's not discovered, isn't that enough?

...I have to keep the news under wraps; I can't let the experiment stop.

I cannot let my experiment stop under any circumstances.

No matter what, I will continue.

I need to complete my experiment.

I need to complete my experiment.

I need to complete my experiment!

I need to complete my experiment...

It must be completed.

He stopped trembling, opened his head, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

He looked around his office, found a leather suitcase, put some money in it, and left without saying goodbye to his servant.

He already had an idea.

His target was a leather factory located in the suburbs.

“I can’t need an adult. Adults are too easy for the association to find out, and the servants will notice too. I… need to find a child.”

"And at this time, the easiest place to find children is the factory."

His eyes gleamed with a bloodlust, a mixture of madness and rationality.

"I want to 'hire' a little kid as my employee."

"That's it...!"

Serlim arrived at the leather factory, found the owner, and explained his purpose: he needed an "employee."

The chubby leather factory owner immediately poured out his grievances to Serlim, saying that he was short of manpower and how could he possibly give up any more labor?

Then Serlim threw all the pounds in the box in front of the tannery owner.

“Take these and exchange them for gold at the Bank of England. You can hire as many people as you want,” Serlim said, looking at him. “But you can’t say that this money came from me, nor can you reveal my existence.”

"Do you understand?"

The leather factory owner was clearly a profit-driven man who was quick to agree, and he immediately nodded.

He "reluctantly" picked out a child laborer from his factory who looked relatively young.

"This guy's name is Nora Broer. He's your employee from today onwards. Take him with you," the leather factory owner said readily.

Nora Broer was handsome, but short and thin, clearly not the type to be anything special. He looked timidly at the tall and aloof Serim Zolgen with fear and apprehension on his face.

Having seen through the leather factory owner's little "scheme," Serlim didn't say much.

With trepidation, Nora Broll left the tannery and stopped when the tannery was out of sight.

“Sir…” Nora’s body trembled slightly with fear. She raised her head slightly but dared not look at Serim.

Serim crouched down, looking at Nolra's face, seemingly struggling.

“Have I... seen you somewhere before, child?” He tried to force a smile, placing a hand on Nora’s shoulder.

"I, I...I don't know." Nora involuntarily took a step back, but Serim's hand remained on his shoulder, preventing him from moving back.

"How old are you?" Serlim asked again.

“I’m ten years old this year…” Serlim’s hand made Nora feel panicked, and he answered Serlim’s question with trembling.

“You don’t need to be so afraid. You will work for me from now on, child.” Serlim smiled and patted Nolra’s head, then took out a sugar cube from his pocket that he usually used to replenish his sugar and handed it to Nolra.

Norra dared not disobey and accepted the sugar cubes that Serim offered.

Then, with Serlim's encouraging gaze, he tore open the wrapper and popped the candy into his mouth.

sweet.

This was Nora's final reaction.

The next second, he passed out.

Serlim withdrew his hand, looked at Nolra lying on the ground, and sighed.

"She fainted from a simple mental shock... Could the intensity be insufficient?" His gaze returned to scrutiny.

"...Never mind, now's not the time to worry about that. Let's take him back first." He picked up Nora and put her in his suitcase, taking some effort to fasten the buttons. "I hope you can be of some help to my experiment."

Standing up, slapping his face twice, Serim let out a long breath, straightened his clothes, and walked back to his branch manor.

"Hopefully Mark can get things moving soon. The experiment... absolutely cannot be interrupted!" he said firmly.

A piece of candy, slightly damp with saliva, lay on the roadside, seemingly telling a story.

Then he was crushed by Serlim's foot and trampled over.

For my dream, my lifelong wish...

I must create the perfect familiar!

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Chapter 693 The Fourth Phase of the Experiment Begins

Without greeting the gatekeeper, Serim hurried into the manor.

His head and face were covered in fine beads of sweat, and his body was trembling slightly. He practically barged into the laboratory, then put his briefcase aside and slumped onto a stool as if he had lost all his strength.

"Huff... Uh." His breathing was heavy, and he swallowed hard.