Looking at the bloody girl in front of him, Avicenna's eyes became dark and terrifying, like the dark forest before the storm. And his voice was like a strong wind overwhelming the forest: "I was deceived by your alchemy skills and the notes found in your room. In fact, I should have thought of it earlier. Judging from this formula, Paracelsus It can only be a man.”
"Stop talking, I am a girl, I am Paracelsus!"
The girl held her face, her voice quivering like a leaf. But the pleading of the leaves cannot make the wind stop. Avicenna ruthlessly threw the reality in front of the girl: "No, you may be Paracelsus. You are the legendary figure who was created by Paracelsus through alchemy and devoured Paracelsus." An artificial man with the body and soul of Celsus! A complete monster!"
This sentence was like a bolt of lightning falling in the forest, or like the most terrible hurricane that uprooted the trees. It completely crushed the girl's body and destroyed her will, causing her to collapse to the ground as softly as a sponge.
John de Rupisisa heard the sound and rushed over. When he saw the girl lying on the ground, he rushed forward to help her up. But the moment he exposed his back to Avicenna, a silver needle pierced the back of his head.
"It has nothing to do with you here." Avicenna said, "Principal, go get some sleep first."
As John de Rupisisa fell, Avicenna's dark and terrifying face appeared in front of the girl again.
"I'm not Paracelsus? Then who am I?" The girl's hole gradually became larger and hollower. "If the soul does not exist attached to the body, then do I...do I have a soul of my own? "
"Excellent question. I also want to know the answer. Is Paracelsus inside you? Or is it another person different from Paracelsus?"
Avicenna walked to a corner of the classroom, took out a rope from a cabinet, and threw it in front of the girl
"What's this?"
"Although suicide is a sin in our church, since your life is not given by God, you naturally do not need to abide by God's commandments like us. Rather, I am curious whether you can really do this. Called a 'person'?"
Avicenna's voice suddenly became extremely soft, just like the water, which makes thirsty people long for it, but if not careful, people will drown in it:
"Try it. You have entry-level magic. If you have a soul of your own different from Paracelsus, these magic powers will shape you into a weak spirit after death. I can detect spirits. , by then, I will be able to give you a definite answer."
Looking at the rope, the girl's hand slowly stretched out bit by bit.
"Don't hesitate, try it boldly." Avicenna's voice urged her, "What is more important than confirming existence? What is closer to the truth than recognizing the soul? You are wondering, I I’m also confused, let’s answer this question together.”
The girl's hand grabbed the rope, then she suddenly stood up, stood on the table, threw the rope, and let it pass through the beam of the roof.
"Yes... that's it. Soon, very soon I will be able to answer all your questions." Avicenna said, "As long as you tie a knot in the rope, hang it around your neck, and kick the stool, all the steps will be done. It’s all done.”
A thunder suddenly fell from the sky outside, and then the rain fell in a steady patter, pouring water on the fire that was raging in the city.
"don't want!"
As if she had woken up, the girl pulled the rope from the roof beam and threw it down, holding her head and crying:
"Even if I don't know who I am... I still want to live, and I want to live!"
"Oh, you chose to live."
Avicenna picked up the rope and walked towards the cabinet, as if he wanted to hide the rope again. But after walking past the girl, he suddenly turned around and used a rope to strangle the girl's neck from behind:
"You want to live, but I want to know the answer! Even if he used magic, Paracelsus still created humans after all. So did he create souls? Can skills surpass nature? Humans after all. Can we build a high tower leading to the seat of God? We have been arguing about this, haven't we? Whether Paracelsus is right or I am right, let the debate end here!"
The girl struggled violently, but could not break away from Avicenna. Her eyes gradually became bloodshot, and tears, snot, and drool ran out uncontrollably, mixing with the blood from her scratched wounds, leaving her delicate, artificially carved face The whole lake was wiped out.
"Let me go." She forced out her voice and begged, "I am also a believer in God!"
"You are just a man-made thing! Even if I kill you here, I have not violated the Sixth Commandment!"
The rain is getting heavier. At an unremarkable moment, the girl's body hung down like a puppet with its strings cut off, and her struggle stopped forever.
Avicenna sneered, threw away the rope and stood up.
"So, does she have a soul?"
Avicenna raised his head and tried his best to feel the flow of magic power. However, he noticed nothing.
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"It seems I am the right one."
Avicenna laughed, and kept laughing. It wasn't until he noticed a lot of the girl's snot and tears on his sleeves that he let out a "tsk" sound, stepped on the girl's face, and wiped the soles of his shoes with the girl's face.
"Avicenna, something went wrong!" Ahmed Gulani broke in. "While we were busy killing the people on the anti-revolutionary list, the rain suddenly started falling for some reason, and then For some unknown reason, the defenders took the initiative to open the city gate and surrender! The governor urgently summoned us, asking us to put down what we were doing and repel the pirate kingdom's attack!"
"No, the island republic is worthless." Avicenna shook his head, "I thought that Paracelsus could create humans with only entry-level magic power. Then other alchemists might be lucky. It's okay. But I was wrong. The one with entry-level magic power was not Paracelsus, but a prop he created. From this inference, Paracelsus himself is at least the self or natural level. Those batches of low-level magic power As an alchemist, the probability of successfully refining a human body is almost zero."
"Then what should we do?" Ahmed Gulani was anxious, "I don't want to have a body squeezed by this mud for the rest of my life!"
"Leave the island republic first, there is always a way." Avicenna said, "For example - find the real Paracelsus."
After saying that, Avicenna closed his eyes again and explored the fluctuations of magic power around him. For a magician like him, even if the enemy does not actively emit magic power, he can still sense all the magic power around him, from beginners to elves. If you use all your strength, you can even sense most of the great elves.
However, he still felt nothing.
"It seems that I did win."
——However, in Cologne, far away in the Alemannic Federation, Gregory suddenly opened his eyes from his nap.
"Yin Ben Xina! He still dares to come?"
He got out of bed and put on his clothes, and then perceived the dazzling light that suddenly burst out in space more carefully.
"No...it's not Yin Ben Xina. With such a huge flow of magic power, what exactly happened there?"
Gregory took a step forward, trying to get there in one step. But when his footsteps fell, he found that he was still in his room. This made him look at his hands in disbelief:
"Even though it's a pagan land, I actually... didn't move there?"
