Chapter 708

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

When Sarah whispered the word, Marca's expression looked a little confused. Of course he heard the word, maybe... When Muggles see those goblins in the gringott, the word will blurt out subconsciously.

However, Sarah nodded slightly and then shook her head.

"'hormonx 'is a special term in alchemy. Although it has other meanings in other places, it has only one meaning in alchemy..."

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

"... man made man."

Maka whispered out the answer herself.

"Yes," Sarah said silently, "if the magic stone is the culmination of material refining, the artificial soul is the culmination of spiritual refining... And when the alchemy dolls are injected into the soul, they are no longer alchemy dolls, but a new life."

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

"Life..." Maka was also a little silent for a while, and then said, "well, who... Um, 'made' you?"

This statement is undoubtedly very awkward, especially when you can't figure out the listener's mind. What kind of psychological activities will an artificial person made by an alchemist have? It is difficult for Maka to understand at least when she does not know much about the manufacturing principle.

But Sarah herself seemed indifferent.

"It's Phillips, a paranoid fool..." she smiled blandly. On her childish face, the smile seemed like an old man who saw through the world. "Well, it's the ancestor of the hornheim family."

"Ah, also..."

Perhaps the word "man-made man" was so powerful that Maka knew it to herself at this time - Sarah was from the hornheim family, and hornheim was a famous alchemist.

However, no one dares to easily imagine the creation of man-made man.

"I remember he was born more than a hundred years later than Nicole LeMay?" Marca sighed. "So, the evaluation of him in the history of magic is still lower... Your existence is enough to make him comparable with Mr. LeMay."

But Marca's emotion did not get Sarah's approval.

"No, there is nothing wrong with the evaluation of Phillips by the magic historian," she went aside and sat down directly on the floor. "He is arrogant, conceited, eccentric and vicious. Although he is very talented, he is never willing to listen to other people's opinions. In this world, personal talent alone can't solve everything."

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

As she spoke, Sarah took hold of her bent knee, as if she could find the courage to go on.

"Then in the Salzburg Hostel, I, a defective product made by him, hurried to end his life."

"You killed him?" Marcello said in surprise.

"Yes," Sarah's voice suddenly trembled. Although it was only a trace, it seemed so clear in the quiet room of request. "From the moment I opened my eyes, who knew nothing about the world, Phillips only spoke to me three times --"

……

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

In less than two months, Phillips will be 48. But the man left his wife and children in his hometown of Switzerland and swayed outside alone for more than 20 years.

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

Since the day of graduation, he said goodbye to his family and embarked on the journey of seeking the ultimate alchemy.

From the initial visit to other alchemists to the sharp negation of other scholars, Phillips has changed a lot.

But anyway, his alchemy knowledge was constantly growing and gradually moving towards a peak of his alchemy career.

His biggest goal now is to solve the supreme problem of alchemy, which only exists in ancient legends - the refining of artificial soul.

At the moment, right in the middle of the room, an extremely complex and exquisite refining array is flashing dark red light. In the middle of the formation, a little girl wearing only a thin white robe lay quietly on it, bathed in the red light beating like a heartbeat.

The refining of the body is not a difficult problem for Phillips. Even magic medicine has a similar method of making the human body. The only question is whether the gift of artificial soul can succeed in one fell swoop.

The little crystal with glittering red light hung above the girl's body and settled down little by little with the passage of time - so far, everything has been very smooth.

In fact, it took Phillips nearly eight years to crystallize such an artificial soul. Failure is a common occurrence. He has already prepared to spend more time, but at this moment, his heart is still throbbing.

"This time, we must succeed -"

Phillips clenched his teeth, stared at the crystal, and watched it sink.

Today should be the last day. The crystallization will become virtual when contacting the body and completely integrate into the girl's body. Then, Phillips waited for the girl's awakening for nearly eight years.

Soon... Soon... Almost

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

It was as like as two peas of blue eyes. It looked like two bright jewels, just like Phillips's mother.

In the formation, the girl who was lying on her back slowly sat up on the floor and rubbed her bleary eyes as if she had just woke up.

Then, as if she had noticed another person nearby, she turned and looked at it. At the same time, her long light flaxen hair fell gently on her shoulders, covering her slender and white arms.

At this time, Phillips, who is still excited, has not noticed a small but noticeable anomaly. He just kept his eyes wide open and tried to engrave the scene into his heart.

"Sarah... Your name is Sarah!"

This is the first sentence the girl has heard since she was born, but it's a pity that she doesn't understand anything now. For example, she was born as a newborn baby, but her body was made into the appearance of a girl at most ten years old.

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

Phillips looked at the girl in front of him and took a few deep breaths. Because the room had not opened the window for many days, the air in the room was particularly turbid, but he had no time to care about it.

Now, he just wants to enjoy his masterpiece, because this may be the peak he can reach as an alchemist.

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

Even any Muggle knows that the first thing a newborn baby does is cry. Of course, this is due to the phenomenon that newborns need to breathe for the first time when they appear from the mother and fetus. Artificial humans do not have this problem.

However, as babies' instinct, crying is also the first way to vent their emotions in their life. If the girl he created is normal as a new life, she will instinctively cry after opening her eyes.

"Is there still something wrong... No, it's impossible... The most difficult step has been successful. How... Damn... Why!"

Phillips, like being hit by someone in the head, suddenly staggered back a few steps and sat down on the floor again. He murmured in a voice that only he could hear clearly, and his face was mixed with all kinds of emotions.

Across from him, the new Sarah just looked at the lost and strange uncle in front of her. She could feel that a sense of intimacy was quietly emanating from each other, which made her feel a little relieved when she still knew nothing.

After a long time, Phillips raised his head and looked straight at Sarah's face. He sprawled on the ground like crazy and slapped Sarah in the face.

"Pa!"

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

The slap was so heavy that Sarah fell on the cold floor. Her long hair immediately covered her face and the slightly swollen fingerprints on her delicate cheeks.

But at the next moment, Sarah sat up again on the ground. Her blue eyes showed up from the sliding hair. Her eyes were still clear and pure.

In that sight, Phillips's fist fell heavily on the floor.