Chapter 653 20. What an eternal problem! So, I choose to cheat
There was dead silence in the small conference room.
The alchemist stared blankly at the black apple in his hand, and then glanced at Mason with a blank look on his face, his eyes full of expectation. After a few seconds, he organized his words and calmed down.
Then he took a deep breath and scolded Mason:
"Are you fucking crazy? You have already used Black Apple. As a person born based on you, we will definitely not be able to use it again!"
"But you have gone out on your own, haven't you?"
Mason pushed up the frame and explained from another angle:
"Although you are low-level independent individuals similar to elemental creatures, you do have very different thinking and life pursuits from me, and even your souls.
Although it cannot be confirmed whether we share the same soul, in terms of existence, the crystal heart beating in your chest at this time represents that we are indeed independent.
Of course, our relationship is more akin to 'mitosis' than biological blood relations in the traditional sense. ”
"Who wants you to explain this!"
The alchemist went a little crazy. He took off the wizard's hat from his head and threw it on the ground, screaming:
"You don't really think that this little clever guy can hide a cosmic artifact like Black Apple, do you?"
The old hat on Mason's head was also alarmed by Mason's coquettish moves. It dented a vague human face and tried to persuade Mason, who was a little angry.
Baby, please listen to my uncle's advice and don't make such a clever move.
However, the hat chose to watch silently before it opened its mouth, because it realized that this plan was probably not Mason's whim. If you recall carefully, Mason's previous action of giving the clones a free existence seemed to have prepared for this moment. Paving the way.
Well, this might seem like an afterthought to others, but with Mason's way of thinking, this is definitely the truth that has been ignored.
Faced with the alchemist's madness, Mason didn't say anything and just smiled.
After the alchemist McJack Mason calmed down, Mason said to him:
"It's not you who have the final say whether it works or not. It's not me who has the final say. Black Apple has the final say. Give it a try. Come on, close your eyes and ask your questions."
"Will this work?"
The alchemist complained softly.
He took a deep breath to slow down the pounding of his crystal heart, and then kept turning over everything he wanted to know in his mind.
As a palace-level alchemist who is attacking the level 11 alchemy realm, he has countless unanswered questions in his heart.
But after a few seconds, the alchemist opened his closed eyes a little, looked at the unresponsive black apple in his hand, curled his lips, and said to Mason:
"Look! I just said no, I can feel it looking at me but there is no response, it's useless."
"No! It works."
Before Mason could speak, Hat spoke first.
The old hat said to the alchemist in a tone of surprise:
"If you have lost the opportunity to ask because Mason used it, it is impossible for the Black Apple to make you feel that it is looking at you, it will just ignore you and not respond to any questions.
Now it just doesn't answer, but it doesn't ignore you.
I think this is because Black Apple itself is also confused about the unique relationship between you and Mason, and it is difficult to truly regard you as an independent individual.
Mason's quibbles are valid.
Although there is no way of knowing what Black Apple's criteria are for judging life, it should not simply rely on life information to judge, but something deeper.
Perhaps on an existential level.
Theoretically speaking, the moment Mason separated you, your fate changed from his. Maybe Black Apple didn't respond because your question was too outrageous?
Or maybe you asked the question in the wrong way? ”
"After all, it is not an independent life in the true sense, so the authority that the black apple can give you is probably not as high as mine. For example, if an ant gets the black apple, it will definitely not ask about the truth of the universe
In Black Apple's eyes, guys like you are probably similar to the parasites on my body in terms of life form? ”
Mason rubbed his chin and thought.
After a while, he said to the alchemist who was unhappy because he was called a parasite:
"In this way, we don't ask about those grand topics, and reduce your questions to specific solutions. The more specific the better, and see to what extent it can give you a response?"
"This is too tragic."
The alchemist complained to:
"It was okay to be used as a tool by you before, but now it has been downgraded to the level of a parasite. Hey, if it weren't for the really good relationship between us, a nasty guy like you would sooner or later be attacked by us together. Drop. ”
"Stop talking nonsense, you are creating a way forward for other Masons."
Mason pushed him and said:
"Think about it, if you can complete this thing, it means that other Masons will also have the opportunity to use the Black Apple. Although it will not gain any power that can reverse the overall situation, it will be for our collective goal of all-professional dominance. It’s also a great help, right?
As far as I know, except for you, the engineer and the blacksmith, everyone else is stuck at Lv9 and it is difficult to break through in a short period of time. This is the breaking point.
It's up to you whether the Mason family can go further.
Don’t stress, come on. ”
"Can you make me less stressed by saying these words? You are the stress monster who should be dragged to kill a thousand swords!"
The alchemist snorted.
But the atmosphere had reached this point and there was no way to retreat, so I simply made up my mind and continued trying according to Mason's words.
"Please, the great Black Apple, teach me how to make another breakthrough in the way of alchemy!"
he shouted.
Black Apple showed no reaction, but the scrutiny did not disappear. It seemed that it was still hesitant to judge whether the guy in front of it was qualified to ask it questions.
"This won't work, the scope is too big, be specific!"
The old hat on Mason's head reminds:
"Even if you were a complete being and asked such a broad question, it would be difficult for Black Apple to give you a specific answer. Asking questions is an art, and you have to be sure of the one you really want."
"Then, Black Apple, please tell me how to study and master the more advanced application of alchemy in the transformation rules?"
The alchemist narrowed the problem down to the core of his own difficulty.
This time the black apple burst into light, but it dissipated before it fully lit up. It seems that it believed that although the "incomplete life" at the level of an alchemist barely meets the qualifications to ask independent questions, it obviously does not have the authority to obtain such a level. Questions answered.
"Damn, what a cheat."
The alchemist complained.
Mason whispered next to him:
"Okay, you also know the answer I want to know now, don't bother, just ask."
"Hey, now that you are independent, I still have to do my best for your little life. Fortunately, I have made up my mind to become a single. If I don't fall in love, no one can coerce me with emotional issues."
The alchemist snorted angrily, adjusted his posture again, picked up the black apple, and asked:
"Then, please tell me, the contemptuous and arrogant Black Apple, how to make a resurrection potion that can save Siliya?"
The light aroused by this question was obviously more real than before, but still could not get a specific answer. The alchemist had no choice but to hold on to the medicine box he brought.
After several consecutive failures, he gritted his teeth and said:
"You bastard Black Apple! There must be a limit to looking down on people, right? Tell me! How can I improve the effect of my resurrection potion?"
"Buzz"
The surging black light caught the alchemist off guard and curled up his fingers, and the cold breath surged up along his body of water.
He is different from Mason. He has no flesh and blood entity at all and is therefore almost unable to resist this level of freezing. A third of his body was frozen in the blink of an eye.
In the embarrassment of shivering and breathing cold air, Black Apple took back his power with satisfaction.
It generously gave the alchemist the answers he needed for his broken life. The weight of life and the weight of forbidden knowledge reached a perfect balance and match.
Oops, our Black Apple is really hot!
Seeing that the alchemist was about to freeze to death, Mason hurriedly stepped forward to use water manipulation to help him melt the ice that was still covering it. His hat also sprayed flames to wrap the alchemist who was about to lose his strength and help him return to the water state.
After struggling like this for several minutes, Mason McJack Cooper finally regained his consciousness.
He lay weakly on the chair in the conference room, gasping for air even though he did not need to breathe like this. He stared at the black apple on the penguin umbrella that Mason held in his hand, gritted his teeth and said:
"This guy punished me, maybe because he thought that such a little cleverness should be punished. Bastard, he almost died. However, the standard answer does exist, although it is still not perfect in my opinion.
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But if it is this recipe, I do have a higher degree of certainty that your Siliya can return from death safely. ”
The alchemist's sky-blue ocean-like eyes reflected the same words and patterns as Mason just now. He threw the resurrection potion in his hand to Mason and said:
"You can dispose of this thing as you like. There are still some raw materials you gave me. Come with me, Mason. I need something from you to complete the work of preparing the perfect resurrection potion for Xilia.
But I declare in advance that it will be something very, very important to you, so you can choose to refuse”
"Are you kidding me? Do you think I'd say no?"
Mason smiled, held the alchemist's shoulder, and quickly returned to "McJack's Alchemy Shop" in Osborne Tower during the synchronized water transformation like two good brothers.
This is the first step in the business empire planned by the alchemist for himself.
Although it is currently only a small shop located on the edge of Osborne Tower, he is confident that he will be able to build an empire across the endless star sea in the new era in the future.
Well, as for why the store was opened in such a remote place, on the one hand it was because the alchemist didn't like the noise, and on the other hand it was because he was short of money and couldn't afford the expensive rent set by the old Green Goblin.
There is no other way. Financial independence is the first step to personal independence. If everyone in the Mason family wants to separate their own lives from Mason's, they must first achieve personal independence, right?
"It's a little messy here, don't mind, it won't affect my alchemy efficiency."
The alchemist immediately started making it after returning to his small shop. He took out the remains of the phoenix fire and magic stone that Mason gave him last time, and fused them together in a dazzling way, using the pure blood of the unicorn and the magic stone. The solution made from the Perfect Restoration Potion is used as the base, and the crushed dragon bones are sprinkled into it.
Although there is no longer the shock and magic smell when using a cauldron to boil medicine, it is a visual enjoyment to just watch the alchemist's smooth and smooth operation.
Mason watched the entire process.
Although the technical connection between him and other Masons has not been severed, to be honest, even with the same level of knowledge, he would never be able to be as proficient as an alchemist.
His energy is too widely dispersed, and he can be called an excellent craftsman, but when it comes to the concept of "outstanding", he is obviously far inferior to his brothers.
"Wait a moment. When the alchemical solution is boiled to two-thirds, I will add some very special substances to it."
The alchemist put down the crystal stirring rod, put the potion that had begun to merge into the blender next to it and kept rotating it. He took out an hourglass and put it at hand. When the fine sand fell, he said to Mason very seriously:
"I will take this time to explain to you the solution Black Apple gave me. There is no problem with my potion in terms of effect. It can indeed resurrect a dead life in a short time. Of course, there are also side effects. Death will Taking away part of the vitality, the potion cannot completely replenish it.
Therefore, the life after resurrection will enter an elusive period of weakness and change in life form.
This is because I was simply paying attention to the process of 'resurrection', but ignored another problem in Ciri, regarding Mephisto's infection of her existence.
Black Strange's inability to completely expel that influence shows that this infection has reached the root level.
Use the resurrection potion for her when she cannot be completely expelled. Even if she is truly resurrected, Mephisto's power will still remain. This is the main reason why the world of Mikoshi cannot completely encode Ciri's biological consciousness.
That power merged with her and became a part of her.
So Black Apple suggested that I solve the problem directly from the source! ”
The alchemist opened the drawer, took out a piece of parchment, and wrote a short but powerful contract on it with elegant calligraphy. The writing method and handle of this contract were completely different from all the rituals Mason knew, and even made the old hat Also amazed.
This should be the answer Black Apple gave the alchemist just now.
The alchemist raised the completed contract and placed it in front of Mason's eyes. He said with emphasis:
"Don't worry about its confusing sentence structure, this thing will definitely work, but the problem is that this contract shares more than simple things like vitality or lifespan.
We need to find an existence that is equal to Mephisto's personality or even higher than him on a symbolic level to replace the continuous interference of his power on Ciri.
In other words, transfer!
At the moment of Ciri's death, at the moment when her connection with Mephisto was severed, the 'sharing' given by this contract was used to bind her existence to another existence.
In this way, even if the resurrection potion fails to fully take effect, she will not be in a state of shock, and she can rely on this 'existence binding' to restore her life for an unknown length of time.
I don’t know if you understand, but the general principle of effect is this, so the only question now is.”
The alchemist put the contract into Mason's hand, and he asked seriously:
"Mason Cooper, you are a space-time alien, the only unique existence in all worlds, and you are currently the only life that can be confirmed to survive in the next era.
Although you are not transcendent, on a symbolic level, you already possess the only existence that is more powerful than Mephisto. So, are you willing to give half of your remaining life to Ciri? ”
"What do you think?"
Mason looked at the contract in his hand. He put his finger to his mouth and bit it, wrote his name on the contract with his own blood, and then returned it to the alchemist.
This decisiveness made the alchemist shrug his shoulders, and while processing the contract with a special method and then blending it into the resurrection potion that was being stirred, he said to Mason:
"Okay, I admit it, you bastard is indeed a pure lover."
"I always have been."
Mason looked at the potion that was about to be completed. He looked at the box containing the original version of the potion in his arms and said softly:
"You won't be able to use this thing anymore, right?"
"What are you going to use it for?"
The alchemist turned back and said:
"Didn't I just say that it has side effects? If this potion can be effective on Ciri, then I already have ideas for potions for the other two great mentors.
Liana Latempus can be bound to the concept of hell. She is a hell creature. Mephisto's power infection has a poor effect on her. Her resurrection is the least difficult among the three mentors.
Old Shazam is in trouble.
But I believe that with his wisdom, he can definitely find an equivalent binding object.
Mason put the potion in his hand into his bag and said:
"No, there is still one person who needs to experience death. That is fate." (End of Chapter)