Oops, I became the witch's substitute

In the past, Enil might have been jealous, but after his brother disappeared in anger last time, Enil began to doubt the possibility that Fili was his sister. Doesn’t that feel like a gain?

"It is said that when the alchemy capital Bereda first gained independence, it was besieged by the sovereign country. But at the decisive moment, a star beast fell from the sky and landed in the sovereign country's army. They took advantage of the situation and succeeded in gaining independence, right? The whereabouts of the star beast are unknown, and there is no news that it created any outstanding secret treasures. What they got from the star beast remains a mystery."

Enil paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, thought for a moment and asked Udaraha.

"By the way, are those two witches still demonstrating?"

"First of all, several sages disagreed with releasing them directly, saying that Morgana was at fault back then. Morgana herself seemed angry, but it wasn't a life-and-death situation. She was just angry and wanted to settle accounts with the family, so the two witches just kept on fighting."

"This is such a mess that I don't dare to leave. Well, Bereda, brother, Fili, so many troublesome things are rolled up at the same time. Is there anyone who can go and check it out for me?"

Thinking of this, Ernie snapped his fingers and said, "Get ready. I will write a letter to Miss Belinda and tell her about Philin's situation in Bereda. She is an adult now, so she has to learn how to handle some things, right?"

Yodaraha reluctantly went to prepare, but was a little worried before leaving: "Don't you hate that young lady?"

Enier waved his hands: "Be magnanimous, be magnanimous, a brother wouldn't like a selfish sister, right? Screw her!"

After that, the surface of the lake exploded again, and this time many fish floated up.

Bereda, today's Filin lives freely with his original body during the day, and uses his clone to play the role of Fili, so as to teach the real daughter etiquette and songs.

Feilin still acted as Feili's agent, teaching Feili and teaching Xia Duoli skills: "You have fallen behind in cultural courses, but unfortunately I can't make up for it right away. Now you mainly learn singing and follow the etiquette I taught you. This way you can defeat your father and take over the family faster."

Xia Duoli was a little shy in front of strangers, but since Feilin was the person recommended by Feili, she could accept his unique friendliness: "I understand the singing, but is etiquette necessary?"

Feilin nodded: "First of all, our interests are combined with the use of strength and skills. You can protect yourself after learning it. Secondly, etiquette will give you the temperament of a leader. When you lead the family in the future, you can't be as submissive as you are now, so that you can better repay Miss Feili."

Xia Duoli did not refute anymore, but started to study seriously.

As time went by, Carol came back with a book. They didn't have much to do these days. They investigated the inside story of Bereda from time to time, taught Anila in their spare time, and finally looked for some rare materials in the Bereda market. Don't tell me, the alchemical materials that can be bought here are really high-end, and there are many good things that Miriam doesn't have.

Although Carol couldn't tell what stage Fili and Felyn were in, and which one was the real body, she didn't care. She treated them equally as a scholar, and treated Felyn no differently: "Wow, I underestimated this generation of alchemists a few years ago, but to be honest, they all relied on their technology to survive to this day. There are few weaklings among the thousand-year-old foxes. It's amazing."

Feilin really likes Carol's equal attitude, which makes daily communication much easier: "From your tone, are you also an old fox?"

Carol's expression was a little exaggerated. "I'm not that old! As for me, first of all, I have a great father, which made me so powerful. If you give me another hundred years, I will definitely become a god, reach the pinnacle of alchemy, and open the door to truth."

Although the door of truth in this world is not quite the same as what Film had imagined, it is still a very mysterious thing.

Just as she was about to say something to Carol, Marian came in from outside: "Hey, you two, have you seen Fili? What is she doing? She's so mysterious. Xiao Qian is not here either. These past few days have been dull and a bit boring."

In fact, Bereda was in great waves, with the goddess being invited to social balls every day, but of course she would not go. Instead, after the news of the cooperation was passed on to the country, it brought some troubles.

Morian set a trap for Bereda, and the Holy Kingdom of Arius would certainly follow suit, but it would take time for mortals to travel, right? So Morian sat there, doing nothing for a while.

Carol glanced at Filin, who gave her a warning look. The latter smiled slightly, as if to say that he knew what was going on.

Carol then looked at Marian. "Fili and Xiao Qian went to investigate the city. They said that the specific situation of this independent city-state needs to be analyzed specifically. It is too small and actually has more workers. The resistance organization should be found among the workers. Overthrow the factory or something. Anyway, there is a big thing."

Marian clasped her hands in front of her chest and said, "Why don't you let me preach?"

Feilin explained: "It's just that we won't allow you to do so now, not in the future. Your power is too strong. Once there is a sign of missionary expansion, it will easily arouse the resentment of the alchemists, making it difficult to expand the scale of cooperation."

After all, human nature is greedy, and alchemists generally don't like theocracy, and some even want to blaspheme it, but Marian comes with a business attitude. They think there is money to be made, and someone will always sell the rope to hang themselves, but Philin wants more forces from Bereda to board the ship to create death, so it's better to simmer it over low heat.

After the collapse of the old power of Bereda, Marian's church is good. It is actually a good idea to let her, the goddess, protect the new and fragile residents of Bereda.

Miriam is already a territory that Filin has invested a lot of energy in. With the influence of the witch and the goddess, the surrounding countries can be transformed into natural barriers. Once this plan is realized, it will be even more perfect.

"Well, this Fili is so cunning, she has so many ideas all day long, it's really fun." Marian touched her chin, suddenly sat on the chair next to her with her arms crossed, and looked at Fili, "Did you know Fili before? How did you meet?"

Just as Feilin was about to make up a story, Marian suddenly frowned slightly. There seemed to be a magical agitation in front of her eyes. She closed her eyes as if she was electrocuted. She covered her ears and frowned: "Oh, how annoying. You were such a pessimist yesterday."

Carol and Philin suddenly had the urge to complain, didn't they?

Feilin felt that the shock just now was unusual: "What happened?"

Marian looked unhappy: "Didn't I mention the church that was related to fraud? Recently, there really is a guy who deceives the goddess and lurks here. If you don't get in touch with him, you won't know that these alchemists really imprisoned the ancient gods and made some dangerous things. This guy proposed to join forces to release those dangerous things."

Feilin asked: "What is her purpose?"

Marian spread her hands and said, "Looking for fun."

The goddess of fraud, who is said to cheat even children out of candy, does not cheat for profit, but simply wants to see the reaction of the deceived.

Chapter 220 Excellent products need better stories

Philin didn't understand gods, but he roughly knew that there seemed to be a way for gods to chat privately with each other, which facilitated communication between consciousnesses. Sometimes they would also harass each other endlessly. Marian was just harassed by the Goddess of Fraud.

Marian flapped her wings and waved her arms, as if to shoo away flies. "You asked why she found me? I have no idea. At first she said I was cunning, then she said I had someone behind the scenes to guide me. Then she kept pestering me and almost got into a fight with me."

Feilin felt that the person coming was not friendly: "You seem to hate her."

Marian answered bluntly, "She calls herself the goddess of deception, so of course she's worthy of being hated. Arius said that this kind of gods who seek pleasure to satisfy their own desires can't be trusted in anything they say or do. If I'm not very smart, the best way is to refuse to talk to them and not listen to a single word. A god like me who is not very experienced in the world might be led by the nose just by hearing some information. Although I don't think I'm stupid, it's better to keep a distance from smart villains."

After saying that, Marian nodded slightly, saying that she was lucky to have a witch like Fili by her side. When she worked with Fili, she felt like she had an external brain, and she felt at ease without having to think about anything.

Feilin was really a little flattered. Is this a heart-to-heart friendship? The sword strike was right.

At this time, Carol tugged at Filin's sleeve and said, "Well, I want to discuss something with you. I'm a little short of money recently..."

Feilin spread his hands, "Same, what do you think I've been doing all this time? Feili and Xiao Qian run a resistance organization, and their activities require funding. You and I can't do anything if we put our copper coins together. If we rely on aid, we will be controlled by others. Arabel's money can't be turned around for a while, and I'm almost in debt."

Carol touched her chin and thought for a moment: "Okay, I'll go sell fake goods."

The Alchemy City seems to be thriving. Many excellent alchemical technologies have brought convenience to people's lives. As long as one has money, all kinds of spiritual and material satisfaction can be obtained. From what Film has seen, they have almost reached the extreme in terms of extravagance and debauchery. Some of the lower-class people work hard in flesh factories for three or four days just to dream in some places for one night. After all, there is everything in dreams.

There are also succubi and other alien races here, but the alchemical technology has almost made these outsiders unemployed. Bereda's service industry is particularly terrifying. The waiters in any industry are extremely friendly. Even when facing residents who have worked all day, they can still smile. If a succubus fails to provide adequate service, there are always twenty or thirty people ready to take over. Behind these people are alchemical puppets that look like artificial girls.

After actually observing the area, Film couldn't help but shout "cyberpunk". If the times advance another 500 years, this alchemy city will really have a sense of urban technology. Some shops have used magic to make things similar to projectors, and concepts like movies, television, and advertising have all been born.

However, the alchemist group is very closed. It is a pyramid. The higher the level, the stricter the hierarchy. High-level alchemists have more control over their apprentices than parents. Many techniques are even passed down from generation to generation. If unfortunately the only person who masters the technique dies, then the technique will be truly lost.

The Stral Empire where Filin was located tried to change this phenomenon, and after hundreds of years of efforts there was some slight improvement, but they could not resist the mages who openly obeyed the rules but secretly kept their principles to themselves. The alchemists were even more extreme, and they left en masse to create this alchemy capital, continuing the tradition of "the laws of ancestors cannot be changed" and enjoying the supreme status.

Carol said that selling fakes is academic fraud. Through the incident of the philosopher's stone, we can see some of the current trends in Bereda, that is, the desire for human body transmutation technology to prolong life in various ways. Humans are willing to transfer their souls and place them on various things. Among the various voices, Film even sees the call for the Gestalt of mental uploading.

Carol took Flin to the street. When they arrived at Bereda, she felt a little nostalgic: "The atmosphere now is just like the debate about gravity magic back then. There was a joke at that time about being careful of the tower. It was said that if you pass by a tower, you have to activate defense magic to avoid being hit by two iron balls of different sizes at the same time."

The two men chose a commercial street in the city, where the security was better and it was also convenient to find targets to deceive. The core idea of ​​the two was not to deceive the poor and honest people, although the latter were already rare animals in Bereda.

Feilin looked at the various life technologies emitting a strange atmosphere on the street. The current Alchemy City had a strange feeling of flesh, blood, suffering, and mechanical ascension: "Should we say that the academic atmosphere is good, or is it a grand carnival?"

Carol shook her head. "Neither. I think scholars are not suitable for governing a country. What good is it for these alchemists to be independent? They rule the country in a self-righteous way and use alchemical puppets instead of living people. In the end, they just transfer their memories to constructs. In another five hundred years, when we come to this city again, we might see a group of machines passionately writing papers and those cute puppets arguing at academic conferences."

Feilin sighed inexplicably: "If this is the case, it seems not bad. The premise is that it can exist for 500 years. Within five years, I will become the controller behind the scenes of this city."

Carol glanced at Philin and said, "Your thinking is a little different from before. I thought you would continue to live in seclusion and be content with running a small hotel."

Feilin touched his chin and said, "Felin is very satisfied with this, but it's not the case for Feili. If she wants to be a real witch, she can't be crazy and brainless like Pandora, nor can she be mysterious and inactive like Hecate, and she can't really live in seclusion like Dorothy. If she didn't know, she would have thought Dorothy was dead. Feili wants to be the witch that everyone pays attention to."

Carol slowed down a step, glanced at Filin suspiciously and said, "Why is there a hint of longing in your tone?"

Feilin spread his hands gently: "I just simply think that a great witch should be like that, and then it is that she obviously controls a lot of power and resources, but hides behind the scenes. Isn't this a cool feeling? Just like a man's romance."

Carol said nonchalantly: "Haha, then you should be strong. You will be anxious when you get old."

Philin reached out and poked Carol on the back of the neck. The latter quickly squatted down and ran away, giving him a look that showed disdain for the trouble.

"Have you decided what to do specifically?"

"Anila still hasn't managed to enter the center of the Philosopher's Stone research. Xia Duoli is a chess piece that is ready to plunder all of Perris's achievements. Sister Hermis' clues seem to point to another group of people. I feel something is strange."

Carol did a few simple cleanups, which was probably to demonstrate the soul transfer process, and communicate with Film about the soul's wear and tear process, as well as her feelings when she watched Abils become a god.

"I roughly collected all kinds of puppets simulating humans on the street, gear organs made by alchemy, information collection in the dream world, and various alchemical life technologies. I feel that the Philosopher's Stone is just a part of a big plan. The Alchemy City is collecting a large number of these research samples." Carol cast her eyes towards the high tower in the center of the city and pointed in that direction. "Artificial life is not new, but what if I have a technology that can perfectly replicate the body?"

Feilin shook his head: "That's all, it's not that great, the Philosopher's Stone may be a little inferior, but it's not a big change."

Carol added: "So I need your help. My technology can temporarily copy an identical self. This copy inherits all the memories and thoughts of the original body, and even the Taoism and magic are the same. If used in battle, it can burst out with strength that is not inferior to the original body in a short period of time. However, the price is very high. The copy will be irreversibly exhausted and die after one month. The original body will bear all the pain and weakness of the copy after the copy's death. If a curse is imposed during the battle, it will also bear it..."

While Carol was still introducing, Filin raised his hand: "I just want to ask, within this month, can the organs of the clone be exchanged for the original body?"

Carol nodded: "Okay, but it will become necrotic after a month, and it is also impossible to reverse it."

Feilin was slightly surprised: "What kind of borrowing magic is this? Although there is a mandatory price to repay, the desperate effect is terrifying..."

Carol shrugged. "This is a byproduct of my own research on longevity. I've suffered a lot because of it. For example, when I first developed it, I argued with the clone for a long time about who was the real body. In short, I only used it when I was really desperate. It's not safe and stable."

Feilin thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I can make up a story and cash it in quickly, but can its effect be weakened a little? Being able to inherit combat power is terrifying. I don't want these alchemists to come with thousands of troops when they come to collect debts in the future."

Carol said yes: "You don't have to worry about that. One of the reasons why this technology has been accumulated is that the cost is very high. In exchange for a self with almost the same strength as the original body, the materials used must be worthy of the hero. Even if I can use them, my limit is to create four copies."

Feilin thought about the scene of five Carols attacking at the same time. The scene was quite devastating, but Carol also said that it would weaken the technical content, so he would just help to write the story.

For Film, helping Carol commit academic fraud is marketing. Even if it is inferior cloning technology, it must be exaggerated to create the illusion of one mastiff fighting three tigers and three mastiffs sinking an aircraft carrier.

"I'm the only one who can handle this matter. Our identities are not suitable for us to interfere." Filin put his hands behind his back, saw a drink shop on the street, went over and bought two glasses of honey water, and handed one to Carol.

Carol took a bite and commented that it was an alchemical synthesis, but Philin shrugged and said that it was just a sugar supplement and he needed to think.

After thinking about it, Filin began to implement it.

In the afternoon, a homicide occurred on Bereda Street. The murderer was an alchemist. The victim's head was smashed by a bone cup. Unexpectedly, the killed person looked exactly like him. The sheriff quickly arrested him. In the subsequent investigation, the alchemists found that the biological samples extracted from the deceased were surprisingly consistent with the murderer, and it was not an exaggeration to say that they were the same person.

"Why did you kill him?"

"I am the real body... I am the real body..."

The murderous alchemist muttered to himself, repeating these words during the initial interrogation.

This incident soon alarmed a higher-level alchemist. Perhaps due to their unique curiosity, the bone cup was preserved. The alchemist in the Public Security Bureau studied the bone cup and felt that it was a mysterious and special product. He then reported the matter with unexpectedly high efficiency, which attracted the attention of higher-level alchemists. They appeased the murderer, gave him preferential treatment, and conducted questioning.

"Is this your thing?"

"No, this is my savior, the real thing that gave me life and death, and the gift of atonement for my sins and repentance. But since it left my hand, it means it was of its own accord. Otherwise, how can we explain why there is still one of that thing left, and why it happened to chase me all the way here, and why I killed it and was arrested by you? Because I want to atone for my sins and spread the gift of the savior."

"I'm not interested in hearing about your religious conversion. Just tell me what this is and where it came from."

The murderous alchemist's face lost its frenzy and returned to calm.

"Although I created it, the reason why I was able to research it just right was all because of the enlightenment given to me by the Savior. You may not know what I have been through. I live on the border of Kalan. Not long ago, a war there caused an earthquake. A sudden landslide buried my research institute. Fortunately, although the apprentices are missing, the room I was in survived, as well as the Holy Grail that I have not yet completed."

"My initial research was to clone the body. Yes, I think this starting point is no different from everyone else's. Who wants to wait until they are old to do this? But cloned organs are always unstable or defective. Besides, since they can be cloned, why not do it better? While I was obsessed with research, I discovered the key to this technology. In the end, I was gifted with divine skills and created the Holy Grail, which has the effect of cloning living things."

"Only when the blood of the object to be copied is filled in and poured from the top of the head can the creature be perfectly copied."

"Yes, you should have realized that in that environment, as long as you can find a creature and use its blood to fill the Holy Grail and pour it into it, you can replicate infinitely and get endless food. But after the earthquake, all I could find in my room were rats, cockroaches, and various insects. The blood of multiple creatures cannot be mixed to replicate a creature, so in that environment, there is only one ideal creature left, and that is me..."

At this point, a chill suddenly arose in the interrogation room, and the listeners felt a chill in their hearts. They suddenly realized what the alchemist in front of them had done.

The interrogation records after that were sealed for confidentiality, and the Holy Grail... no, the Bone Grail was taken away for research. Alchemists who were curious about the soul quickly paid attention to this strange product, and the alchemist was soon sentenced for murder. After all, the technology of cloning the body was not a rare thing, and killing oneself did not count as murder. The alchemist was acquitted in court, but was soon taken away and asked to go to an independent research workshop, hoping to replicate the experiment.

Filin's plan stopped here. The strange bone cup was taken away for research, and the alchemist was not dealt with directly. The big shot above asked him to hand over the technology of making the bone cup. Filin controlled the alchemist's clone to ask for funds. Everything seemed reasonable. Filin could embezzle many high-level alchemical materials by tampering with the accounts and secretly transfer them in the name of loss.

It's been a rewarding week.

Feilin was carrying a box in the tavern. It was full of high-level alchemical materials, priceless. Carol couldn't help rolling her eyes: "It's you. It's only been a week, and you've cheated so many things? I thought I had to sell the technology myself."

Feilin shrugged. "If the alchemist is silenced, I will create another identity and apply for a job with the technology. The performance of the bone cup has been verified in a short period of time. As long as a party wants to reproduce the experiment, they will definitely provide resources. According to your evaluation, cloning technology is not a cheap thing. The materials reported are all within a reasonable range. There is nothing to doubt."

Carol got a box of the materials she wanted, and couldn't help but hold Filin's hand tightly. "To be honest, at this moment I feel that I really regret not meeting you too late. The first time we met was when we were facing the so-called Bahamut. Was it you who created it? I fought hard to get that little bit from the star beast, but now you can just cheat people and it's equivalent to what I gained in two or three years. With your help, I feel that the Golden Circuit Project will be realized sooner."

Philin found that Carol's hands were quite soft.

The two drank and talked happily, and said that they would start to help Xia Duoli go back home and take away the old man's throne tomorrow.

At this time, a girl's diligent voice came from the other side of the tavern: "Come and take a look, this mysterious little box has a strange power. Put a gold coin in it and two gold coins will come out. This is my latest alchemical invention."

Philin and Carol looked over and observed for a moment, then Carol shook her head slightly.

"What alchemy... There are only five secret compartments in the box, and each compartment contains two gold coins."

No matter what Carol said, the guests of this tavern were not extraordinary people. Among them were greedy people who asked the girl how much the mysterious little box cost.

"Hey hey hey~ What are you talking about? I'm just showing you my research results. They're not for sale. They're not for sale. I really won't sell them. I won't sell them..."

Philin and Carol looked at each other and continued to clink glasses and drink. All of their previous scams were aimed at the rich and did not bully the poor people in Bereda, but this girl seemed to be the type who believed in equality for all.

Chapter 221: Filin’s fraud has nothing to do with Fili, right?

Filin's understanding of deception is probably to inspire the target's greed, to be patient, to listen more and watch more, to act as a listener, and to try not to make oneself appear boring. Therefore, it is necessary for the witch to be lively, cute and talkative, which is both a disguise and a professional quality.

Deception only gives Film a good-looking appearance, but cannot give him sophisticated deception skills. If you want to deceive people, you must have a flexible soul.

People tend to be talkative when drinking. In such a lively atmosphere of a pub, if there is no chatting, Philin will be bored to death. He has only lived freely for a year and has just walked out of the depressing atmosphere of Abils. It is very lucky for him to make friends like Carol.

"Carol, do you alchemists really pursue equal exchange?" Philin knew something about alchemy, but the gap between him and Carol was obviously huge.

"Isn't this obvious? Matter cannot increase out of thin air, and magic power will not suddenly decrease. In fact, we spend our entire lives looking for ways to convert these energies." Carol held her head and shook the wine glass.

Philin looked at Carol. The girl's voice was delicate but clear, her long golden hair, beautiful eyes and hearty smile. Her care and life-saving grace for him seemed so beautiful now that he thought about it, which easily led to unrealistic associations.

Feilin picked up the wine glass and put it to his lips: "What about intangible things? Like life? Suppose, I mean if, I exchange half of my life for half of yours, can this be done?"