"Paracelsus!" Ella said angrily, "She is dead, can't she attract your attention? You are too heartless!"
Hearing Aila's words, Paracelsus stopped, turned his back to Aila and asked: "Who is dead? Who? What is his name?"
"Of course Parra..."
As soon as she was halfway through her words, Ella was stunned.
"You want to say 'Paracelsus is dead'? You care about her so much, I thought she told you other names."
Paracelsus laughed dryly.
"She keeps important documents on non-flammable paper, just like me."
"She would secretly stuff her papers into the school library, just like me."
"She is an alchemist and a doctor. She advocates using alchemical medicines to replace natural medicines. She uses the three-element theory of thiomercuric salts. She desperately wants to use alchemy to create humans, and then even her name is Her name is Paracelsus. Her soul is completely the same as mine. She is Paracelsus. King of Sweden, you said Paracelsus is dead? But I can’t stand by you now. In front of you?"
Ella was speechless for a moment.
"Paracelsus is not dead or broken. What is broken is just a clay jar he made to preserve his soul. King of Sweden, you will order someone to kill one of your clay jars just because someone broke it." Execution? Maybe some tyrants do, but I am not a tyrant. Do not kill is the sixth commandment among the Ten Commandments, and I do not want to violate it."
After saying that, Paracelsus left Ella and walked towards the grove alone. Ella froze on the spot for a short while, then angrily dismounted and chased after him: "Parcelsus! Come back here!"
Deep in the woods, she saw Paracelsus again. He stared blankly at the girl's cabin. Her fat body was trembling in the wind like the skinny branches next to her.
The cabin sat quietly among the trees as always. Only the pots of flowers in front of the house were a little more beautiful under the water of the rain.
"The King of Sweden..." he asked in a hoarse voice, "Who planted these flowers?"
"She planted it, so what?"
"Why... why is it so beautiful...?"
Paracelsus turned around, his face stained with tears.
"King of Sweden, you know, I... have never been able to grow flowers."
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In the heavy rain, Avicenna and the five little clay figures hurried to the shore. In order to avoid the rain, the five little clay figures all wore huge leather boots and large cloaks that were dragged to the ground. They looked extremely weird.
They did not go in the direction of the port, where Andrea's fleet was anchored. Avicenna prepared a vehicle other than the boat - the door panel removed from the Governor's Palace. It was made of fine wood, wide and thick, and could accommodate eight people. Avicenna covered it with a piece of cloth and handed it to the little clay figure behind him to carry it.
However, the little clay men carrying the door panel complained:
"This is too heavy! Avicenna, can't you get to the shore and use magic to get a wooden board out?"
"Stop making such meaningless complaints," Avicenna said. "Your abilities are similar to mine. Isn't it clear? Even if it is dead, the tree was once an organic life after all. Let it Disappearance is already my limit. Life must be created by God, how can we overstep that?"
While they were arguing, they threw magic randomly, killing everyone they saw along the way indiscriminately.
"Then why not seize a boat! Are we still afraid of them?"
"Just kidding. It's a bit difficult for me to deal with that dragon alone. And there are other elves on the other side, as well as tens of thousands of troops. It's really entangled. Even if you all use your own bodies now, you can't cope with it. But come on? Okay, don’t say any more, I’ve already seen the sea!”
The blue and vast sea appeared in front of them, and behind them, there was blood all over the ground and broken limbs along the way.
They exchanged magic for a hurricane, which rolled the planks to high altitudes and then dropped them to the depths of the water. Avicenna took the lead in wading into the water and sat on it. After confirming that the board would not sink, the little clay figures floated their bodies, crossed the sea water in the middle, and finally stopped firmly on the board. Then, these magicians used magic to make the strong wind around them disappear, and then summoned a wind with suitable strength and direction again, pushing the board forward.
The board slowly moved dozens of feet away from the shore. They did not expect this simple tool to be able to carry them across the ocean. They only hoped to avoid the eyes and ears of the enemy fleet, and then find a nearby place to anchor and transfer to a real merchant ship.
At this moment, a sense of trembling suddenly fell from the sky!
Avicenna's group had felt this fear for a long time. This is oppression from magic, and there are very few people in the world who can surpass them in magic. Although there are four apostles above them, they are all members of the Abrahamic Church and they know their own rights. Even if they are from different factions, they will not take the initiative to offend the apostles. And the apostles would never oppress them by actively distributing magic power like this.
But now, they feel that they are looking up at the sky-high mountains and overlooking the bottomless abyss, and they can't even figure out where this trembling feeling comes from!
"What's going on?" The group of magicians suddenly became a mess. "This is the sphere of influence of the Crusaders. Is Gregory here? Why is he angry?"
However, they searched all around and could not see Gregory. All they saw was a fat guy standing where they entered the sea, looking at them.
"He's a doctor. We met in Delphi. He doesn't know magic." Avicenna recognized him. "Master Yin Ben Xina didn't notice anything unusual. It shouldn't be him."
"But there is no one else around!" Ahmed Gulani shouted, "It can't be God oppressing us from the sky!"
The fat man's cry came from the distance: "Come back!"
Avicenna and others looked at him cautiously, not knowing how to respond.
The fat man shouted again: "Are you deaf? I want you to row the boat back immediately!"
"Who are you?" Ahmed Gulani shouted bravely, "Send your name!"
"It's Paracelsus! The real Paracelsus!"
As soon as this name came out, all the magicians on the board were stunned. Among them, Avicenna was especially shocked. His attempt to create humans failed, so he came to the Island Republic to seek help from the alchemists. But how could they have imagined that Paracelsus would be by their side when they were in Delphi!
Paracelsus was tired of waiting.
"You want to know if Paracelsus could walk on water? 'Don't worry! It's me, don't be afraid!'"
As he spoke, he stepped on the water and walked towards the wooden board where Avicenna and others were sitting.
