The Righteous Player(s)

phone-reading

"Hermes School?"

Hearing Annan’s question, Bishop Daryl touched his bald head in distress. "You may not know Annan. I left the capital city quite early. I have never heard of what you said.

"Or... the ‘Hermes School’ I know is not necessarily the one you asked. Maybe it’s just the same name."

"What about Nicholas Flamel?"

Annan asked.

Hearing the name, Darryl frowned slightly.

His expression gradually became serious, he was struggling to sit up from the sofa with his belly, and he no longer maintained the leisurely posture of lying down in the fat house.

"Where did you hear this name?"

"It's the Hermetic School. Their leader and initiator is a man who calls himself ‘Nicolas Flamel’."

"You also said..."

Daryl repeated "'proclaimed'."

"It's really just claiming to be. But that Nicholas has long white curly hair and dark green eyes, and he's also a golden-level wizard who turned to chemical school."

Annan said slowly.

He stared into Darryl's eyes.

So Annan quickly saw that after hearing his own words, Darryl's face quickly became a little ugly.

"hiss…"

Darrylton frowned.

He rubbed his smooth and reflective skull hard, and sighed.

The Fat Bishop stood up from the sofa, touched his stomach, and paced the room.

He thought for a long time, frowned, and whispered to Annan

"...If it's him, you'd better be prepared."

"I can't help but go," Annan shrugged and poured himself a cup of black tea, "Silver personally appointed me to go...you have good tea."

"So I just said to prepare you, but I didn't stop you from going."

Darryl took a look and said casually, "I still have two cans over there. You can take them away when you leave. I rarely drink it myself...

"No, the point is Nicholas—how much do you know him?"

"Senior Thrall and I suspect that he may have been the master of the Jade Pagoda in the Danishoah Kingdom over a hundred years ago.

Annan rubbed his eyebrows, and said with some annoyance, "I speculate that he may have developed the Hermetic Sage Stone. Then he used the Sage Stone to offset the consumption of the soul, thus gaining immortality."

"impossible."

Daryl replied without hesitation, "Absolutely impossible."

"…why?"

"He is indeed the excavator and improvement of the ancient sage stone technology, and he can indeed refine the sage stone alone. But that is not the final version of the sage stone... but a simplified version."

The Fat Bishop shook his head. "Do you know the panacea? The principle is the same as that of the transformation product. The full version of the panacea requires the rare golden mistletoe fruit, and the cost is too high. So the transformation wizards, Will be committed to reducing costs and manufacturing a low-profile version of the panacea.

"The sage stone he'improved' is actually the same way of thinking."

…In other words, is it the beggar version of the sage’s stone?

Annan suddenly realized.

No wonder Salvatore, a Bronze transformation wizard, can also produce usable semi-finished products...

It turned out to be because Nicholas Land reduced the production cost and difficulty.

Annan couldn't help but asked, "The sage's stone he improved is called the Hermetic sage's stone?"

Darryl nodded, "Yes. Because he has always regarded himself as the "second Hermes", so he claimed that the sage stone he developed was called the sage stone of the Hermes school.

"He has not given the Sage's Stone to anyone, so no one knows where his Sage's Stone is flawed.

"But what he created is definitely not a true sage stone."

"Why are you so sure?"

"—Because even a **** cannot artificially create a sage stone."

Darryl replied very confidently in an unquestionable tone.

"...Even if it's Silver Sir?"

"Not even a mysterious lady. This is not a question of difficulty, but simply impossible."

"why?"

Hearing Daryl's tone so affirmative, Annan was a little confused.

Darryl hesitated for a moment, then stopped, "I can tell you...but you can't tell."

"It has something to do with Silver Lord?"

"It's all related to Zhengshen. It may even be related to this world."

Darryl replied solemnly, "Do you want to listen?"

"…want."

Annan hesitated for a moment, but still obeyed his thirst for knowledge, and responded.

Even for security considerations, at least more is better than knowing less.

After all, Senior Salvatore is still studying the Stone of the Sage, Annan can't help him, so he can only help him collect some information he can't get as much as possible.

The secret directly related to Zhengshen, this is what the Wizard Tower can't collect.

But then again...

Grandpa Darryl, what kind of identity is this...

"Your identity is special, I won't let you swear to keep it secret... Although this secret is very important, it's actually very brief."

Darryl took a deep breath and slowly said, "The Sage's Stone is not a product of this world."

"…what?"

"It was not from the beginning. The sage’s stone can replace any element of perfect form... Do you think there is really such a thing in nature? The reason why the sage’s stone cannot be replicated is simple... because its main raw material, in this The world simply does not exist."

Daryl replied solemnly, "Do you know Father Sui, Your Highness Annan?"

"...God of fire and creation?"

"That's right. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Fu Fu is called Fu Fu because he burnt flint before becoming a god. But do you think that just such a feat is enough to become a righteous god?"

As soon as Darryl said this, Annan noticed something.

"You mean..."

"You guessed it right. The flint burnt by Father Sui was not the first flint in the world... but the first'Sage's Stone' in the world."

Daryl slowly said, "From then on-this world has the'power of elements'.

"Can you understand? That is to say, the purpose of trying to copy the sage's stone is not as simple as'getting eternal life' or'resurrecting the dead'... What he wants is to create a world. One belongs to himself. world.

"In fact, Nicholas did not die naturally because of the excessive use of the power of the element, but was murdered. This was more or less known to the big men in the world at that time. But it was a just murder... Because Nicholas did something taboo that is absolutely not allowed."

"…Cyborg?"

Annan blurted out.

He felt that he became more familiar with the plot...

Darryl looked at him in surprise, staring for a long time before nodding slowly.

"…Yes it is.

"Strictly speaking, it is'an artificial man made independently without relying on samples of any parent and mother', or to be more precise, it is'not a copy of anyone, nor an heir of anyone.' Also. It's... to create people out of thin air."

…Doesn't use any human genetic samples at all?

Annan was a little startled at once.

How did he do that?

"So he ultimately failed? Created a monster?"

"—No, he succeeded."

Darrylton paused and replied in a deep voice.