Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

If she could obtain the Philosopher's Stone.

When she goes to Golden Moon Bay to compete with the prophets for the sanctuary, even if Santis and the prophets arrive together, she will be able to put up a fight.

Although Milke was absent and unable to provide support, she had other allies in Golden Moon Bay: "Stonemason" Ibn Musa, "Raven King" Shrike, "Frosty Land Daughter" Maximilian, and "Hand of Justice" Grand Knight Lord Lovisa Bar.

This is only what's on the surface.

—Also, there will be the crowned bishops of the second exchange group who will be arriving by ship, as well as the navy's powerful ships and cannons.

Furthermore, after obtaining the Philosopher's Stone and completing her Sequence Four advancement, she was able to fight against the alliance of Santis and the Prophet, and her sword was not without its advantages!

Ibn slowly finished his tea and calmly said, "That is precisely why I came to see you."

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After finalizing the preparation plan and overall process for the Philosopher's Stone with Eben, Tia left Xingti and took her leave around four or five o'clock in the afternoon.

She knew the Castle District Police Station better than the Silver Castle Police Department. She had just left the office and turned the corner when she bumped into Willie, who was smoking.

Tia nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

Chief Willie instantly sensed a familiar scent emanating from the woman, straightened his back immediately, took off his cigarette and hat, and nodded solemnly in respect.

After Tia left, Willie broke out in a cold sweat.

That's strange!

He had just hallucinated that the royal envoy was "Furina Bonaparte" and even gave the Ansu ambassador a stare!

Willie quickly looked around to make sure no police officers were watching, then coughed a few times, pretending nothing had happened.

Meanwhile, Tia had just left the police station and took a horse-drawn carriage to the observatory area.

Although the prophets' affair has caused quite a stir, just as the Montreal brothers thought—the Ministry of the Interior has no intention of taking action against them yet.

So the academic lectures at the Sparrow's Tail Grand Theatre continued.

However, the arrangements for these few days are different from the first day. Academic conferences will be held during the day, and social banquets and salons will be held in the evening.

When Tia arrived, the meeting had just ended.

Anne was very interested in the meeting, but not so much in the social banquet that evening.

She'd attended countless of these formulaic banquets; it would be better for everyone to sit together and discuss their research topics—at least that would be meaningful, and there was no need to maintain a fake smile to build rapport.

Anne saw that the banquet had started, and after eating a few desserts with Tia to fill their stomachs, she left hastily.

That evening, she and Tia happened to have a research topic to work on—the serious kind.

They were studying Holly, who had just woken up.

Holly's spirit has almost fully recovered, and when Tia asked Philosopher's Stone, she also inquired about Holly's physical body.

Ibn was very good-tempered. After a few words of consideration, he agreed to sculpt a body for Holly and arrange some ceremonies, which would coincide with the work on the Philosopher's Stone.

Ibn was an expert among experts when it came to artificial humans, and Tia became interested as soon as she heard this.

Anne was also very interested in this—she had little interest in androids, mainly because the androids researched by the alchemists on the Iris side were more like "test-tube babies," "human clones," or "artificial intelligence."

These technologies are controversial not only in terms of the ethical issues surrounding the creation of androids, but also, on a purely technical level, these alchemists are teetering on the edge of technological ethics.

Dangerous operations were commonplace, and human experimentation was commonplace. This was evident from the topics Tia discussed with the alchemists; these academic sorcerers were just as unorthodox as Tia herself...

This was somewhat blasphemous for Anne, who believed in the Holy Church.

But if a master in the field of forging uses pure forging techniques to harmlessly forge a physical vessel for the benefit of mankind, that would be incredibly appealing!

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One chapter for today, I'm too tired to write anymore.

I felt like I had some sleep problems, so I went to the hospital in the afternoon, made an appointment, and got some trazodone for sleeping.

The doctor told me to take my medicine and go to sleep around 10 o'clock.

So I'm going to sleep now.

Regarding following doctor's orders~

Chapter 373 Ibn's Apprentice

Ibn Musa’s workshop was not in the inner city district 5, but in the crossroads district of Rose Corner, which served as a transportation hub.

Rose Corner, where the freight train station is located, is bustling with people. Iris people, Ansu people, Christians, Arabians, and even Imperials can be seen everywhere, and the not-so-wide Rose Avenue is crowded with carriages and horses.

Ibn's workshop was located at the end of this crowded street, in a detached building at the crossroads.

If you walk to the edge of the small building—even if you don't go inside, just outside the door, you can hear the continuous and crisp sound of hammers and chisels striking each other, just like the light rain on the street, playing a gentle, tinkling melody in the air.

For the "stonemason" Ibn Musa, forging a vessel for the body was not a difficult task.

Not to mention the level of this physical body; it's not even the kind specifically designed for "divine descent," it's just custom-made for Holly.

It will take no more than three months, and at the shortest, just over half a month, to complete the project.

As soon as Anne arrived at the workshop and went upstairs, she saw many dark blue hammers, chisels, planes, and files flying in the air, sculpting human figures on the plaster statues with a series of thuds.

This operating method is similar to that of a machining machine!

But Annie wasn't very sensitive to the processing time. She nudged the girl next to her in the waist and asked in a low voice, "Does making a statue take a long time?"

Speaking of this, we come to Tia's area of ​​expertise. She put her hands on her hips and said, "Call me teacher."

"Teacher, teacher~"

Before Tia could speak, Iben, dressed in a magnificent dark red robe and sitting in a wheelchair in the distance, answered:

"This is different. The 'doll substitute' based on earth oak and alchemy originates from the lost ritual 'giving to the other half' and the classic earth oak creation 'tree spirit'."

"But doll substitutes and physical containers are two completely different things. Physical containers, in any case, must be made of flesh and blood—whether they are transformed through ritual or are born that way. Their origin is the artificial humans and necromancy rituals of alchemy."

"If we're talking about time, then a doll is indeed much faster than a physical vessel. A skilled alchemist can even produce one in a day... Hmm, do you understand, Miss Mercury?"

When Eben heard Anne's question, he instinctively answered it, but when he looked up after explaining, he realized that she wasn't his student.

This is an occupational hazard, and it's hard to change.

But Anne wasn't very familiar with the concept of the dead.

In her mind, the spirits of the dead were probably skeletons that had become spirits or corpses that had risen from the dead, as well as the great explosion of Solomon City thousands of years ago, which was always associated with spirits and was even unknown to Emperor Solomon.

To be honest, the undead really are similar to what Annie was thinking.

However, the source is neither "spirited" nor "resurrected corpse".

Although he wasn't his student, Ibn patiently explained, "The so-called necromancy is a product of alchemists' research on artificial humans. They stuff artificial souls into corpses, which is how the so-called necromancy comes about."

"Of course, there are also some undead whose brains are revived by oak trees in the earth, and then they manipulate negative energy... which is basically some hallucinogenic harmful particles, and then the corpse goes berserk."

Annie, eager to learn, raised her hand and asked, "Master, why did you use a stone statue? Didn't you say it had to be made of flesh and blood?"

“Good question.” Iben rarely turned his head, but looked at the blonde girl with approval and said, “Because this involves my core ritual, the reverse application of inorganic transformation.”

"But that's too far off. Sulph, come here."

Ibn waved.

Tia walked over curiously, thinking there was something new and interesting.

Ibn said, "Open your hands."

Tia obediently stretched out her hand.

Soon, a heavy feeling came to my palm.

I looked down.

Tia: ? ? ?

A hammer, a copper chisel, a plane, and a file!

Tia sensed something of Iben's thoughts and leaned closer to whisper, "Master, what do you mean by this?"

Ibn looked at his long-lost granddaughter with kindness and said, "Move the statue back and help me repair it, making it look like Holly. Holly is still with you, isn't she?"

"How would I know how to do this?"

"If you don't know how, you can learn. Just use this hammer and that knife..."

As he spoke, Ibn got up and took down two books from the bookshelf: "An Introduction to Sculpture" and "The Basic Theory of Petrification Ritual," both attributed to him. Feeling uneasy, he then took down two of his own annotated notebooks from the bookshelf.

Okay, okay, this tone is almost like you're lecturing a child.

Tia suddenly felt a headache coming on, as the hammer felt burning hot in her hand.

The old man was treating her like his student; was he going to start teaching her from scratch?

She was quite willing to learn from a master craftsman.

Moreover, old man Ibn is very old. If he suddenly dies one day, wouldn't she have to eat offerings to him?

However, whether you become a disciple or take on an apprentice, you have to be responsible for both the other party and yourself. If you can't learn anything, you'll be embarrassed on both sides.

Unfortunately, she knew nothing about sculpture, and she had absolutely no time for it!

She still had to deal with matters concerning the sanctuary. As soon as Jeremiah sent her a message, she would set off for Golden Moon Bay to have a passionate debate with the prophets. How could she have time to be an apprentice here?

After listening to Tia's account, Ibn remained silent for a moment.

But since she still needed to forge the Philosopher's Stone for herself, Tia said, "Master Ibn, I understand that you want to pass on your skills. How about this, Master, I'll find you an apprentice. Let her try it out first, and if it doesn't work out, we'll talk about it, okay?"

Iben sighed, but didn't insist, nodding and saying, "Alright."

Tia thought for a moment, then turned to look for Annie.

Anne was so engrossed in watching the hammers and chisels chiseling through the plaster statues, studying this ritual that resembled an industrial machine tool, that she didn't notice Tia and Ibn's conversation.

At this moment, Tia quietly came over and asked mysteriously, "Annie, I have an important task for you."

"Eh, me?"

"That's right, it's the technology of creating artificial humans!"

"I can not do it!"

"It's okay, we can start learning from the beginning. Hold this and start learning. If you don't get it right, that's fine too. Just use this hammer and that knife..."

Tia handed her the hammer and chisel, then went to get two books, her voice as gentle as a kindergarten teacher instructing children to sit in a row.

Before long, Annie was completely charmed and, with a hammer, chisel, plane, and file in hand, she was filled with ambition.

Tia nodded, hands on her hips.

That would be perfect. If Anne became Ibn's student, she could continue to eat offerings to the old man even after he died.

At least we can get a little something, right?

On the other side, Iben said no more, only sighed slightly, checked the equipment on the workbench, and said, "Come here, let me tell you about the Philosopher's Stone."

Chapter 374 A Dilemma

"This is the Philosopher's Stone? No wonder..."

With his head wrapped in layers of linen and his body draped in a heavy white robe, the prophet Guzar bent down to look at the headless corpse lying on the ground, touched the blood on its back, and suddenly realized what was going on.

No wonder Santiago specifically mentioned the essence of pure things to him; it turns out he changed his approach and wanted to use the Philosopher's Stone to achieve Sequence Three!

This must be because Murad failed to defeat Ibn Musa and was killed on the spot by the alchemists, allowing Santis to take advantage of the situation.

Guzar thought to himself, "It's good that he was killed by Santis. I knew Murad would cause trouble sooner or later. Santis is going to refine the Philosopher's Stone, so he probably won't have time to focus on anything else for the next two weeks."

"Once Jeremiah is entangled with Sazddewey and the Hand of Transformation, then the sanctuary will be a sight to behold..."

In the dimly lit factory, he gestured for several white-robed prophets to drag Murad's body and bury it on the spot.

Outside the gate not far away, the warm midday sun cast its rays, illuminating half of the spacious factory building, dividing it into light and shadow.

In the bright light, several dark shadows stood out conspicuously, like wriggling sludge, yet emitting a buzzing sound like the roar of a machine.

This is the chief prophets of the Wisdom Palace Council projecting their souls into this place.

As for the container they were to land on—it was one of those assassin apprentices whose souls had been implanted with tracking devices by the alchemists and who had foolishly escaped back.

Several of the bodies in the sludge reverberated, each emitting a different sound.