Chapter 707: The Birth of a Girl

"Homunculus? Dwarf? Dwarf?"

The moment Sarah whispered this word, Maka's expression looked a little puzzled. Of course he'd heard the word before, maybe... it's the word that Muggles would blurt subconsciously when they saw the goblins in Gringotts.

However, after Sarah nodded slightly, she shook her head again.

"'Holmonks' is a special term in alchemy. Although it has other meanings in other places, in alchemy, it has only one meaning..."

At this point, Sarah opened her arms slightly, and looked up at Maca as if she was showing herself.

"……Cyborg."

Maca read the answer softly by himself.

"Yes," Sarah nodded silently, "If the Sorcerer's Stone is the pinnacle of material refinement, artificial souls are the pinnacle of spiritual refinement...and when alchemy dolls are infused with souls, they are no longer alchemists. It's a puppet, but a brand new life..."

When she said these words, her expression was still calm, but there was a faint loneliness in it. Regarding her confession, Maca didn't know what expression to use to respond to her confession.

"Life..." Maca was also silent for a while, and then said again, "Then, who...well, 'made' you?"

This statement is undoubtedly very awkward, especially when it is impossible to figure out the mind of the listener. What kind of psychological activities would a cyborg created by an alchemist have? Without a good understanding of the manufacturing principle, at least it was difficult for Maca to figure out.

But Sarah herself seemed indifferent.

"It's Phillips, a paranoid fool..." She smiled flatly, on that childish face, this smile seemed to have seen through the world, "Well, that is the Hohenheim family ancestors."

"Ah, also..."

It was probably because the word "artificial human" was too powerful, and Maca didn't realize it until now—Sarah was originally from the Hohenheim family, and Hohenheim was a very famous alchemy master.

However, creating an artificial human is really something no one dares to easily imagine.

"I remember, he was born more than a hundred years later than Nicole Flamel, right?" Maca couldn't help sighing, "It seems that the evaluation of him in the history of magic is still a bit lower... as long as your The existence of this is enough to put him on the shoulders of Monsieur Flamel."

But Maca's emotion did not get Sarah's approval.

"No, the historian of magic's evaluation of Phillips is not wrong." She walked aside and sat down on the floor directly. "He is arrogant, conceited, eccentric, and bitter in speech. Willing to listen to other people's opinions. In this world, not everything can be solved by one's own talent alone."

"...So, he made me such a defective product, and then..."

As she spoke, Sarah hugged her bent knees carefully, as if in this way she could find the courage to continue talking.

"Then in that hotel in Salzburg,

With me, a defective product made by him, he hastily ended his life. "

"You killed him?" Maka slightly surprised.

"Yes," Sarah's voice suddenly trembled a little, although it was just a little bit, but it was so clear in this quiet room of response to requests, "I opened my eyes when I knew nothing about this world. From the moment I opened my eyes, Phillips has only spoken to me three times—”

...

In 1541, in a small tower house in the northern suburbs of Salzburg.

In less than two months, Phillips will be 48 years old. But this man left his wife and children in his hometown of Switzerland, wandering alone for more than 20 years.

He is a Muggle-born wizard, and as far as magic is concerned, his abilities are not outstanding. However, God gave him a great alchemy talent.

Since the day he graduated, he bid farewell to his family and embarked on a journey to seek the ultimate in alchemy.

From visiting other alchemists around at the beginning, to today's sharp denial of other scholars, Phillips has changed a lot.

But no matter what, his alchemy knowledge is constantly growing, gradually reaching a peak in his alchemy career.

And his biggest goal now is to solve the supreme problem of alchemy that only exists in ancient legends - the refining of artificial souls.

At this moment, in the very center of this room, an extremely complex and exquisite formation is shining with dark red light. And in the middle of this formation, a petite girl wearing only a thin white robe lay quietly on it, her whole body was bathed in the pulsating red light like a heartbeat.

The refining of the body was not a problem for Phillips, and there was even a similar method for making the human body in Potions. The only question is whether the endowment of the artificial soul can succeed in one fell swoop.

The little crystal that shone with a crystal-clear red light was hanging above the girl's body, and it sank down little by little as time went by—so far, everything went smoothly.

In fact, just such a man-made soul crystal took Phillips nearly eight years. Failure is commonplace, and he was already mentally prepared to spend more time, but at this moment, his heart was still throbbing.

"This time, we must succeed—"

Phillips gritted his teeth, staring at the crystal, watching it sink bit by bit.

Today should be the last day, the crystal will blur when it touches the body, and will be completely integrated into the girl's body. Then, it was the awakening of the girl that Phillips had been waiting for for almost eight years.

Almost... almost... just a little bit...

Suddenly, an invisible wave suddenly spread out from the refining formation, shaking Phillips to the ground. But he didn't have the thought of getting up again, because at this moment, he saw the girl's eyelids twitch slightly.

Those were a pair of blue eyes, which looked like two transparent and bright gemstones, exactly the same as Phillips' mother.

During the forming formation, the girl who was lying flat supported the floor and sat up slowly, rubbing her sleepy eyes as if she had just woken up.

Immediately afterwards, as if she noticed that there was another person nearby, she turned her head and looked over. At the same time, her long light flaxen hair gently slid down her shoulders, covering her slender and fair arms.

Phillips, who was still agitated at this time, hadn't noticed a small anomaly that couldn't be ignored. He just opened his eyes wide in haste, trying to engrave this scene deeply into his heart.

"Sarah...your name is Sarah!"

This is the first sentence the girl has heard since she was born, but unfortunately, she still doesn't understand anything now. If I had to make an analogy, the newborn her was equivalent to a newborn baby, but the body was made into the appearance of a girl who was at most ten years old.

The girl tilted her head, and more strands of hair gently swept across the ground behind her and spread out on the floor.

Phillips looked at the girl in front of him and took a few deep breaths. Since the windows in this room have not been opened for many days, the air in the room is particularly turbid, but he has no time to care about it at all.

Now, he just wants to appreciate his masterpiece, because this may be the pinnacle moment he can achieve as an alchemist.

But when he stood up vigorously and wanted to take a closer look, a question suddenly flashed through his mind - why didn't she cry?

Even any Muggle knows that the first thing a newborn does is cry loudly. Of course, this is a phenomenon caused by the need for the first breath of a newborn when it emerges from the mother's womb, and artificial humans do not have this problem.

However, as a baby's instinct, crying is also the first way they will vent their emotions in this life. If the girl he created was normal as a new life, she would instinctively open her throat and cry after opening her eyes.

"Is there still something wrong... No, it's impossible... The most difficult step has been successful. How could... damn... why!"

Phillips staggered back a few steps as if someone had hit him head-on with a stick, and fell to the floor again. He muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear clearly, with various emotions mixed on his face.

On the other side of him, the newly born Sarah just looked at this weird uncle who was lost in spirit with a flat face. She could feel a kind of intimacy emanating from the other party quietly, which made her, who still didn't know anything about it, faintly feel a little at ease.

After a long time, Phillips suddenly raised his head again and looked straight at Sarah's face. He lay on all fours like he was crazy, and slapped Sarah directly on the face.

"Snapped!"

"Cry! Cry for me! No—even if you don't cry, you can fight back! You can be angry—you see, I beat you, don't you know how to be angry? Don't you know how to be afraid? You—"

This slap was extraordinarily heavy, causing Sarah to lie down on the cold floor all of a sudden, her long hair immediately covered her face, and also covered the slightly swollen fingerprints on her delicate cheeks.

But at the next moment, Sarah propped herself up on the ground and sat up again, her blue eyes were revealed from the parted hair, her gaze was still clear and pure.

In that sight, Phillips' fist landed heavily on the floor.

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