Chapter 1609 The Unspeakable Potion

Alchemy has never been a beautiful thing.

Perhaps its appearance is often full of hope, such as gold transformation, elixir and artificial man, which respectively symbolize the "wealth", "immortality" and "creativity" that people desire.

But if you think about it carefully, they essentially symbolize "greed", "fear" and "desire to control".

Of course, although desire can be ugly, this ugliness is also pushing people forward—it is not beautiful, but it is not bad either.

After all, what is ugly is not desire, but people.

"Thank you, Noah! Thank you for your kindness to Luna... However, I hope you can go back and think about it again. Take this opportunity to think about what the 'Sorcerer's Stone' is to you, to us...and to you. the meaning contained in all others."

To be honest, Noah didn't immediately understand the meaning of Maca's words, but after seeing Maca's serious appearance, he realized that there must be some deep meaning hidden in it that he hadn't discovered yet. .

So Noah left, full of doubts.

Watching the fat man leave from the door, because his head was full of what Maca said just now, he even forgot to take off the filter mask when he went out.

"Boom!"

Maca waved his hand lightly, closed the door again, then turned around and picked up the silver knife that was set aside again, and continued to cut the unknown plant stem.

And at this moment, with a soft "squeak", a figure came out from the corner of the steamy potion preparation room.

"Maka, he... didn't he just say he could cure Luna? Why did you..."

Suddenly it was Hermione who had just been hiding in the cupboard in the corner. Because Maca had already sensed Noah coming this way, he let Hermione hide in advance - Noah obviously didn't want too many people to know that he had obtained the inheritance of the Philosopher's Stone.

But now, hearing Hermione's hasty question, Maca couldn't help but slightly shook his head, and replied softly:

"Noah came to Castle Blois, his father asked him to come... You should have heard just now that he has obtained the inheritance of Nicole Flamel, and he has even obtained the rough embryo of the Philosopher's Stone. I think , you should understand what his father told him to come and find me and Mr. Blois.

"

"Uh," Hermione was startled when she heard that, "Mr. Hohenheim, do you want you to protect Noah?"

"That's right! But you should also know that we can't even protect ourselves well now." Maca sighed, "I don't know how Noah's father knew about Luna's situation so quickly— —Maybe Mr. Blois, maybe Mr. Aginbad. But anyway, he did send me a 'gift' that I couldn't refuse."

Having said that, Maca couldn't help turning his head, and spread his hands towards Hermione.

"Since Noah can't stay with us all the time, and I really want to accept this gift with peace of mind. Then, at least I have to let Noah have a guarantee that can be guaranteed by many covets before leaving here. own security capabilities."

But if you want to ask how to protect yourself, the best answer is definitely not some "powerful power" - at least based on Maca's current experience, it is definitely not the case.

"So," Hermione pondered for a moment, then thoughtfully said, "Do you want him to realize that no matter who he is, he may not be credible?"

"Yes!" Maca smiled. "For many people, the charm of the Philosopher's Stone is unparalleled—you see! Even you and I are no exception, aren't we?"

"We...we only... because of Luna..."

Hermione didn't seem to agree with Maca's last sentence, but Maca waved her hand and said:

"It's all the same! It's all the same—for Luna, I have to borrow Noah's Philosopher's Stone rough embryo no matter what. Believe it or not, if the fat man turns around and refuses to help, I will definitely force Want him to help you with this?"

"this--"

Hermione pushed the mask habitually, thought about it, and then nodded seriously.

"Okay! I understand, I believe it!"

"Hey, I was just joking." Seeing this, Maca couldn't help but smile bitterly after all, "Have more confidence in Noah! Well, by the way, have more confidence in my charisma—" —”

He was talking, when he heard the boiling sound from the crucible subside again, he stopped talking a little, and put another portion of ingredients into it.

"Stir again, this time counterclockwise three times."

"Ah! OK."

After Hermione heard it, she hurried to the side of the cauldron, picked up the stirring stick and waited. Seeing a large amount of steam bubbling from the crucible, and waiting for the most intense reaction to pass, he carefully stretched the stirring rod in and drew a circle.

Not long after the stirring was completed, she took the stirring rod and cleaned it with reagents, and put it back into the bucket next to the crucible.

As a result, the potion preparation room became quiet again, only the light sound of Maca slicing the stems echoed regularly.

"... Maca?"

I don't know how long it took, but when Maca put down the silver knife and used a mortar to grind the liver of an animal, Hermione spoke again.

"I still want to know, what is this potion you prepared?" She hesitated, "This...doesn't look like it was used for Luna's magic imbalance, right?"

However, this time Maca did not answer Hermione's question as quickly as before. He just lowered his head and grinded, thoroughly grinding the fresh and tender liver into a pulp, and then slowly said after a while:

"Yeah! This is not for Luna, I have other uses."

For some reason, Maca was reluctant to say, even though this was the second time Hermione asked this question. However, out of trust in Maca, she suppressed her confusion and curiosity as much as possible.

Since Maca refused to say it, there must be a reason why he couldn't say it, at least Hermione thought so.

And after staying for a few more minutes, when the stirring was stopped, and the medicinal liquid that had just been cut into slices was no longer added, and the steam was completely stopped, Maca finally picked it up and ground it with his own hands. The pulpy raw liver walked towards the crucible.

"Hermione, stand behind me and hold your breath as much as possible... The next medicine mist will be quite poisonous, I'll help you block it, but just in case."

After Hermione hid behind her and got ready, Maca poured all the slurry in the mortar into the cauldron. And in the next instant, a puff of dark green mist burst out from the crucible with a "poof".