Selim Zolgen's diary:
February 13, 1795, the weather was overcast.
I found Mark and had a chat with him. As expected, a good brother is a good brother and he agreed to my request.
but......
The Einzbern family hasn’t produced a new artificial human yet!
Sorry, it will be close to two months from now to April. What should I do to fill the gap? Suspend the experiment! ?
No, no, experiments always require consistency.
I have to think of other options...
...
The next day, Selim sat at his desk, clicking his fingers irritably.
His breathing was a little heavy and he seemed to be in a very bad mood.
Last night he almost lost his temper with Frederica von Einzbern, the head of the Einzbern family, but Frederica said she was helpless.
The production of artificial humans does take time, and it is impossible to produce high-quality artificial humans that meet the requirements of magic experiments in a short period of time.
In the end, Selim calmed down his temper and apologized to Frederica.
but......
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." He yelled suddenly and slammed his desk hard.
"How can I do!"
"What should I do to continue the experiment!?"
"Artificial beings, artificial beings, how can I do experiments without artificial beings..." Suddenly, Selim thought of something.
He looked at his hands hammering the table.
Then he turned and glanced at the artificial human arm that had been modified but not used. It was still active.
His pupils shrank.
After being stunned for a long time, he swallowed.
Isn’t the prototype of the artificial human being just a human being?
Now, there is no way to use artificial humans.
So I... why not use people?
There was a glint in his eyes.
That's right... Since I can't use artificial humans during this period, why don't I just use humans?
Anyway, in this era of great changes, the most indispensable thing is human life.
But...can we really use people?
He held his head, his whole body shaking violently.
Although the association only manages magicians and not ordinary people, it does strictly prohibit the use of human research. Even if you finally produce research results, you cannot escape the seal designation.
But...but...
This is my lifelong wish. As long as I'm not discovered, wouldn't it be fine?
...I have to block the news, I can't let the experiment stop.
No matter what, I couldn't let my experiments stop.
No matter what, I'm going to keep going.
I want to complete my experiment.
I want to complete my experiment.
I want to finish my experiment!
I want to finish my experiment...
Must be done.
He stopped shaking and let go of his head, a fierce light flashed in his eyes.
He looked around his office, found a leather box, put some money in it, and walked out without greeting his servant.
He already has an idea.
His target was a leather factory located in the suburbs.
"What I need cannot be an adult. Adults are too easy to be discovered by the association and the servants will notice. I...have to find a child."
"And the easiest place to find children at this time is in factories."
His eyes flashed with blood, crazy and rational.
"I'm going to 'hire' a kid to be my employee."
"that's it!"
Selim came to the leather factory and found the owner of the leather factory, expressing his intention to come and that he needed an "employee".
The chubby leather factory owner immediately complained to Selim, saying that he was short of people and how could he give up his labor force again?
Selim then threw all the pounds in the box in front of the tannery owner.
"Take these, go to the Bank of England and exchange them for gold. You can hire as many people as you want." Selim looked at him and said, "But you can't say that the money comes from me, nor can you reveal my existence."
"do you understand?"
The owner of the tannery factory was obviously a man who put profits first and was greedy for money, so he nodded immediately.
He "reluctantly" selected one of the child workers in his factory who looked younger.
"This guy's name is Nora Broll. He will be your employee from today on. You can take him away." The owner of the leather factory said happily.
Nora Brower was handsome, but short and a little thin. He was obviously not a good person. He was timid, with fear and fear on his face, looking at the tall and indifferent Selim Zolgen.
Seeing the tannery owner's little "plot", Selim didn't say much.
Nourla Broll left the tannery with uneasiness. Selim stopped until the tannery was no longer visible.
"First... sir?" Nourla's body was trembling slightly because of fear. She raised her head slightly, but she didn't dare to look at Selim.
Selim knelt down and looked at Nora's face, seemingly struggling.
"Have I... seen you somewhere before, child?" He tried his best to put on a smile and put a hand on Noella's shoulder.
"I, I...I don't know." Nora involuntarily stepped back a little, but Selim's hand kept pressing on his shoulders, preventing him from retreating.
"How old are you?" Selim asked again.
"I am ten years old this year..." Selim's hand made Nourla panic, and he answered Selim's question tremblingly.
"You don't have to be so afraid. You will work for me in the future, kid." Selim smiled and touched Nourla's head. He took out the sugar cubes he usually used to supplement sugar from his pocket and handed it to Nourla. .
Nora did not dare to disobey and took the candy bar that Selim handed over.
Then under Selim's encouraging eyes, he opened the package and stuffed the candy into his mouth.
sweet.
This was Nora's last reaction.
The next second, he passed out.
Selim retracted his hand, looked at Noerla lying on the ground, and sighed.
"I passed out after a simple mental shock... Wouldn't the intensity be enough?" His eyes returned to scrutiny.
"...Forget it, now is not the time to worry about this. Let's take him back first." He picked up Noella, put it into his suitcase, and buttoned it up after a lot of effort. Button said, "I hope you can help me with my experiment."
After standing up and slapping his face twice, Selim took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, and walked back to his sub-manor.
"I hope Mark can hurry up. The experiment... must not be interrupted!" He said firmly.
The candy with a little saliva on it fell on the roadside, which seemed to be telling something.
Then he was crushed by Selim's foot and stepped over.
For my dream, my lifelong wish...
I must create the perfect familiar!
