Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

Tia added, "And the body's spinal cord and brain were also gone?"

Anna's eyes widened instantly, and the ice on her body seemed to melt away with a whoosh. She exclaimed in shock, "How did you know?"

"I am the prophet."

"Where did you learn this? Can you teach me? Even the prophets weren't this skilled!"

"No, this is what Mom taught me. You don't share that bloodline, so I can't teach you."

"I can be your daughter!"

"what?"

Even Annie is looking over.

The little witch asked in confusion, "If you teach me knowledge, then you're my teacher. Teachers are like parents. I can call you Mom, and you can treat me like your daughter, that's fine too!"

The master-disciple tradition of Tianfang was still pre-modern, which shocked Tia for a whole year.

Annie was still bothered by what had just happened, but seeing Tia in an awkward situation, she turned her head away and couldn't help but burst into laughter, no longer caring about what had just happened.

Seeing that she was about to become a mother, Tia explained, "Actually, it wasn't something I predicted. Santis contacted me before, wanting to collaborate with me."

"You know Santis the Dragon Hunter, right?"

“Dragon Hunter…I think I’ve heard of him.” Anna said disappointedly, “So you’re not a prophet at all, right?”

"That's it."

"Sigh, I thought I was going to learn the knowledge of a prophet..."

The little witch was even more frustrated.

But this puzzled Tia greatly—Maximiana, the witch blessed by the Seven Winds and daughter of the Frostlands, was a name that was practically a household name in Tianfang.

Logically speaking, they shouldn't be unable to learn even the knowledge of the prophets!

The little witch told the truth: "Because my ancestors were Agatha and Soderling, the six witches who betrayed the House of Wisdom. The Black Witch cursed them, and their descendants will never be able to obtain power from the House of Wisdom. My Seven Winds Blessings, the Black Wind Blessing is this, it just sounds nice, but it's actually a curse."

"Six witches?"

Anne had never heard of this title before. Then she remembered the Black Witch and the Palace of Wisdom, and she vaguely grasped the concept: So the Seven Winds Blessing refers to the seven ancient prophets of the Palace of Wisdom!

Tia heard something strange, "Are you a descendant of Agatha and Soderling?"

"Yes."

Tia retorted, "But they're all witches! Are you a magical girl? How can you transform?"

Anne asked, somewhat puzzled, "Tia, you know about this too?"

“Because of me and…” The girl was caught off guard and was about to mention that she and Vera had played the roles of two witches during her ascension ceremony, but she quickly changed her words: “Because of Avina, I also learned some of the history of the Celestial Empire.”

"Oh, okay." Annie didn't think much of it.

“I was born from their blood,” the little witch explained. “It’s the sacred blood pact I gave you before. That crystal is the seed of the embryo, but it has no spirit.”

Upon hearing this, both Tia and Annie were stunned.

This isn't a sacred blood pact, it's a marriage certificate!

Fortunately, the little witch explained, "But you don't need to worry. Your power is very weak, and you haven't cut your own souls into the crystal, so no new life can be born. Moreover, this ritual requires the power of the Holy Grail, and a golden cup is needed to hold the blood, unlike the beakers you used before."

The two then patted their chests to calm themselves down.

They haven't reached the point where they want children yet. Raising a life is a difficult task, and these two, who have been rebellious since childhood, know all too well how difficult it is.

Moreover, their relationship is completely innocent and pure!

Tia steered the conversation back on track, frowning slightly. "So, in the end, Santis did obtain Murad's essence... but what is he going to do with the Philosopher's Stone?"

Chapter 371 Santis: Haha, he wants to come home with me.

There are six universally acknowledged crowns in alchemy, belonging to the three supreme arts and the three great miracles.

The three great miracles, from lowest to highest, are the "panacea," the "artificial human," and the "philosopher's stone."

And the three supreme arts...

From lowest to highest, they are "The Great Art of Astrology, the Four Elements, and the Work of the Planets", "The Great Art of Ritual, the Three Elements, and the Essence of the Soul", and "The Great Art of Alchemy, Immortality, and the Philosopher's Stone".

Of the six crowns, the Philosopher's Stone was crowned with two, demonstrating its high value within the alchemical system.

Modern alchemists no longer pursue Philosopher's Stones, not because their status in the alchemical system has declined, but because they are too difficult to craft and their primary function has been replaced by ascension rituals.

Indeed, for a long time to this day, the most important function of the Philosopher's Stone was not the "alchemy" and "immortality" that alchemists in primitive times hoped for.

The former is achieved through alchemy, while the latter has cheap alternatives such as spiritualization and inorganic transformation.

The greatest effect of the Philosopher's Stone is actually its side effect—the abundant extraordinary elements thoroughly pollute the soul, which is the requirement of Sequence Four: "the soul is immersed in the elements."

Before the development of the Ascension Ritual in the Year of the Saint, the Philosopher's Stone was one of the common options for extraordinary individuals to advance to Sequence Four, second only to "devouring nightmares and establishing sanctuaries" by imitating gods and deep-sea spirits, forcibly using the power of nightmares to corrupt one's soul.

However, with the advent of safer, more convenient, lower-cost, and more successful promotion ceremonies, the expensive and hard-to-obtain Philosopher Stone was quickly replaced by promotion ceremonies.

Even so, the Philosopher's Stone still possesses an undeniable power—its abundant elements derived from spirituality are themselves a powerful force.

Even if you don't know how to use it, simply detonating the Philosopher's Stone would be enough to cause the water level to collapse within a three-kilometer radius in reality, instantly pulling the water level from the sea level all the way down to 9000 meters underwater.

If there are ordinary people or low-sequence superhumans within this range, there is basically no chance of survival; on the contrary, they may attract all sorts of monsters and demons from the deep sea.

The great plague in the Solomon Empire began with the explosion of the Philosopher's Stone—although the instigator of this plague was initially just a mind-numbingly delusional person who wanted to perform a grand miracle to fulfill the prerequisite of becoming a saint, never expecting to drag the false god from the deep sea to the surface...

Santis, on the other hand, did not need the Philosopher's Stone to advance.

He was a Sequence 4 Antimony Sorcerer.

Antimony sorcerers are one of the groups that study the Philosopher's Stone the most. They even often boast that their "Star Antimony," which they created by imitating the Philosopher's Stone, is "Azot of Antimony," that is, a Philosopher's Stone made of antimony.

Therefore, Santis never even considered violently detonating the Philosopher's Stone to deal with his enemies, as that would be a terrible waste for an alchemist.

The Philosopher's Stone itself was what he wanted. No Philosopher's Stone had appeared in the modern world for a long time. When it last appeared, he was a Sequence 6 Antimony Sorcerer and had no chance to see it, let alone get it into his laboratory to study.

This is yet another unspeakable pain for him on the path of the antimony sorcerer.

Although he hasn't obtained the secret manual yet, if he can acquire the complete Philosopher's Stone, he can further refine the creation of the Star Antimony, making this imitation closer to the original, thus revolutionizing the technology of Antimony Sorcerers and ultimately completing the "Origin of Knowledge."

Of course, he needs to get his Prestige Antimony back first...

In a farm outside the city of Fogmoon, Sazdal, dressed in a monk's robe, was feeding the horses hay and cracking two raw eggs into the manger.

The two old horses sneezed twice, then started munching away with their tongues rolled up.

Snot sprayed onto Sazdive, but the monk remained unmoved.

Sensing footsteps approaching from behind, Sazdive said in a deep voice, "Santis, I told you to stop Murad from attacking the Ansu, not to kill him."

Santis immediately corrected him: "What nonsense are you talking about, Sazdive? I picked him up! I didn't kill Murad, I just pulled his spine and head out of his body."

"Besides, he didn't shake his head!"

Sazdewey's cheeks twitched, and the honest monk couldn't help but ask, "Do you even believe what you're saying?!"

"They're about the same. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. Before I make my move, I use Star Antimony to shield all supernatural forces within a one-kilometer radius. Those prophets won't be able to detect it."

Sensing something unusual about the farm, Santis asked with interest, "Has Rex arrived?"

“No… his apprentice, Omar Sera, has come.” Sazdive frowned slightly, but still said, “I can’t say for sure, I guess he still doesn’t want to kill his own brother.”

"As expected. But it doesn't matter, as long as his potion works. It just so happens that I need to refine the Philosopher's Stone during this time."

Santis was holding a bloody spine in his hand, with Murad's skull still attached, pulled out and held in his hand. "By the way, are those prophets now useless?"

Sazdil, unable to bear the sight, clasped his hands together and ignored the recently smug sorcerer, saying:

"You want to take that sanctuary?"

"I've got this idea! Are you interested? Let's split it 60/40—you get 60%."

"Then forget it, Santis. With your abilities, I wouldn't go even if you gave me eight."

Sazdive completely disregarded this.

Santis wasn't angry; instead, he was pleased. "So, you'll go if I give you nine?"

Sazdilweh: ......

Damn it, he's an idiot! He has absolutely no interest in this kind of thing!

A true monk never seeks power from outside! Just as a true gladiator never takes off his mask!

Considering that this dragon hunter was a colleague he had worked with for several years, Sazdal suppressed the urge to pick up the dung bucket and give him a good sedative, and said in a deep voice:

"Let's resolve things in Mistmoon City first. After Jeremiah leaves, you can go wherever you want. I only want to seek the secret text; I won't and don't want to interfere in your affairs."

"That's good to hear," Santis said, leaning against the fence. "By the way, I need to find a place to refrigerate this spine. Is there a cold storage facility?"

Do you think I'm a freezer?

You dragon hunters can't even set up a cooling ritual?!

Santis chuckled, "Isn't this to save some strength for refining the Philosopher's Stone? I trust your Sazdil! You're my good brother, you saved my life!"

"You scoundrel! You actually took advantage of my kindness!"

Sazdive's eyelids twitched. Even so, he raised his hand and the long snake totems on his two shoulder blades began to writhe and hiss as they flew down into his hand.

He gripped the lower jaws of the two snakes, and their heads spewed out extremely cold icy mist.

The icy mist enveloped his spine, instantly freezing the bloody vertebrae and skull. Santis tried to break it by flicking it, but couldn't, and was immediately satisfied.

This freezing level is far superior to his! It's almost comparable to that of the Frost Daughter, plus Sazdil's monstrous physique and close-combat abilities—if Rexar weren't still around, he would wholeheartedly support Sazdil being elected as the leader!

"Thank you so much! I'll definitely come back to you next time I need to freeze food."

"roll!"

Chapter 372 The Forging Work

“Santis wants to refine the Philosopher’s Stone? That’s no wonder… He probably wants to use the Philosopher’s Stone to complete the last task for his Star Antimony.”

Outside the Castle District Police Department office, Willie, who had just been promoted to Chief of Police, heard the conversation inside the office, frowned, and puffed out smoke as he smoked a cigarette.

It's really weird!

What's wrong with their Iris Party? Not long ago, Marne Cullen elected a short guy named Ansu—well, he should be respectfully called Senator Bonaparte.

But now Minister Milke has brought in a royal envoy from Ansu, who specifically requested to work at their police station!

Father of all things! Is their castle district police station Anzu's private property?

Moreover, this time there were not only Anzuites, but also prophets from Arabia!

In the office, Tia expertly pushed a chair to sit down, looked at the old man who was leaning on a cane and always squinting as if half asleep, and said in a light and enthusiastic voice, "You mean he wants to be promoted to Sequence Three?"

After saying that, Tia first poured tea for Master Ibn.

She was still counting on this old stonemason to forge the Philosopher's Stone for her, so she couldn't afford to neglect him!

Iben picked up his teacup and stirred it, then reminded him, "Don't add sugar next time, your tea is too sweet—but back to the point."

"With Sazdil's help, his success rate in refining the Philosopher's Stone is probably not low, especially since his raw material is the essence of a Sequence Four. After it is refined, he will have a reference point for studying Star Antimony."

"Star Antimony itself is a product of the pursuit of Philosopher's Stone, but Santis does not want to treat Star Antimony as a 'transitional product' or 'philosopher's stone material,' but rather wants to fully develop it, just like alchemy, inorganic transformation, and androids. This is very different from the philosophy of the previous chairman, Bishop."

"You can take a look at his works for more details."

Tia nodded repeatedly in agreement.

To be fair, she had actually read Santis's book "On the Works of Antimony and Saturn" many times back in Anzu. She even put a lot of effort into offering a large reward in the nightmare "Banquet Ball" for this book.

Iben glanced at the small box containing the star antimony that Tia had brought and said, "So, he will definitely come to find you after he finishes the work on the Philosopher's Stone."

Tia only realized what was going on when she heard this.

That's really true!

The culmination of Santis's life's work, the ultimate product forged from Star Antimony, the Supreme Star Antimony is in her hands!

However, there is absolutely no reason to give it up so easily.

Not to mention that the very fact that Santis came to Mistmoon City is something worth pondering.

However, fighting against the Hand of Transformation was a matter for Jeremiah, the Academy, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Tia didn't want to get involved and asked directly, "Master, if you were to take charge and I were to assist, could you refine this Prestige Antimony into a Philosopher's Stone?"