Chapter 707

Now, Marca can't take Sarah's appearance as a reference anymore. Even if she is a gifted girl, she can't have such deep eyes, and she won't be calm after being cut off one arm shoulder to shoulder.

If nothing else, does she feel no pain?

Maka himself is the type with very high tolerance for pain. At the beginning, he can even resist the heart drilling curse that is enough to make people crazy. But even he couldn't still act as if nothing had happened in that case, even without frowning.

"So, are you my friend?"

Although Maka's words sound full of doubt, his actual idea is not so.

Sarah came to Hogwarts on his own initiative. The whole process was full of his personal persuasion from beginning to end. It's possible that he inadvertently caused himself trouble, but it's nonsense to say that Sarah managed to come up with it.

Therefore, Maka's guess of the girl... Or the person who "looks like a little girl" is not as full as he shows.

He asked, just trying to regain the dominance of the dialogue.

"So, don't you want to help me?" Marca's words didn't make Sarah shake too much, at least on the surface, "in that case, forget it."

"No, I didn't say I wouldn't help," Marca looked at the refining array on the floor, then waved her hand. "You don't want to explain first, and I don't want to make a statement first. It's better to put this matter aside first. Um... By the way, before we reach a consensus, I think we can talk about other topics first -"

He said, pointing with his chin to the bald prophet he had put aside. The old man was still lying motionless with his eyes closed, without any intention of waking up.

"For example, can you explain to me what you did before?" Maka said curiously, "is it some way of using alchemy? Or something else... According to my guess, the old man seems to be able to predict in a short time..."

"That's not 'prediction'... It's' prediction '."

Sarah had no objection to Marca's proposal to change the subject. However, as soon as she came up, she denied the inference of Maka, who had actually fought with the other party, and defined the bald old man's ability with another quite similar word.

"Prediction?" Maka raised her eyebrows. "What do you say?"

"He's an alchemist," Sarah said with great certainty. "I didn't find it at first, but the moment he took off his hood, I was sure - you can look at his neck."

When Maka heard the speech, she immediately made a move, and the unconscious old man immediately floated to him.

At that time, when facing the confrontation, he didn't notice it. Now, just looking at it, he found that the other party's neck seemed to be printed with a tattoo like pattern. When he tore off his collar, several familiar symbols quickly came into his eyes.

"This... Is also tempered into an array?"

From the exposed part of his neck, it can be judged that the old man's back and even his body have been tattooed with a large number of alchemical symbols and lines. As for the role, Maka can't see it.

"Not all... He should have at least two kinds of alchemy arrays," Sarah whispered. "The first one is called 'astrological circle array', which is an array that predicts the future with the help of celestial phenomena. This array is not counted in the refining array."

"... is it a constellation?" Marca nodded her head and said thoughtfully, "I remember you read some Latin words about constellations."

"The basic formations of alchemy are very easy to be disturbed. Although there is a special array framework for anti-interference, the effect is limited. After refining the spirit to impose forced resonance on the other party, language alone can greatly interfere with the other party, and even temporarily tamper with the array."

Astrology has existed since ancient times.

Even if the stars in the sky are very far away from us, even Muggles know that they are almost all stars more terrible than the sun.

In the magic world, both alchemy and Magic have tried to use their magnificent magic that has reached the earth over countless years in various forms - but it is undoubtedly extremely difficult.

Therefore, divination, which indirectly uses the mysterious power of stars to deduce the past and future through various calculations and perceptions, has been successful.

When Marca heard the answer from Sarah, he quickly agreed with it.

"Hmm..." Maka, who was thinking about the wonderful effect of the astrological circle array, suddenly remembered another point mentioned by Sarah just now. "You say there are at least two alchemy arrays? What's the other?"

Marca's question, somehow, made Sarah hesitate a little. That hesitation is very insignificant. If you don't pay attention, it's definitely difficult to notice, but Marca still noticed the flicker in Sarah's eyes.

"It's the manipulation array of alchemy dolls. In alchemy, it belongs to the cross field of knowledge between material refining and spiritual refining."

"... really?"

Maka thought of those strange black robed believers at the first time, but he also checked that although their souls were very different from ordinary people, their bodies were still no different.

Of course, his specific understanding of the "alchemy Doll" is quite little, but he can't make a conclusion.

However, Maka doesn't care so much about those black robed believers now.

"The alchemy doll..." he looked at Sarah's strangely plain face and asked intentionally or unintentionally, "can you tell me? How can it be regarded as an 'alchemy Doll'?"

Nowadays, when talking about alchemy with other wizards, most people only think of Nicole LeMay and his Sorcerer's stone. Gold refining and elixir of immortality have almost become the supreme representative of alchemy.

It is undeniable that it is indeed the peak of alchemy, even in ancient times. No one can deny that Nicole LeMay, a talented alchemist who has lived for more than 600 years, has made great achievements in the field of alchemy.

However, it is only the culmination of the general direction of "material refining" in alchemy.

"The production of alchemy dolls belongs to material refining, and when it comes to manipulation, it goes with spiritual refining." Sarah whispered, "as for the definition of alchemy Dolls... There is no good definition. All living animals that can be controlled by alchemists from a long distance can be regarded as alchemy dolls."

"Even a lump of iron?"

Maka just jokingly gave an example, but Sarah nodded her head seriously.

"As long as the alchemist who made it thinks it is, it is."

For Sarah's frank answer, Maka couldn't help feeling a little complicated in her heart. He did have a conjecture based on this, but it was difficult to say it directly.

But just as Marca hesitated, Sarah took the initiative to speak——

"Professor McLean, please don't look at me like that," she said with a pursed mouth. "Your eyes are too impolite for a woman... And I'm not an alchemy doll."

This time, Marca didn't take Sarah's words. He neither affirmed the other party's words, nor tried to deny them, let alone laugh at the topic.

There is no doubt that this is the most likely inference he has obtained so far about Sarah's existence. He can't just throw it away with the other party's word.

But even if he doesn't want to give up this guess, what can he do?

Sarah and Maka look at each other quietly. The former has never tried to use her spirit to refine in front of Maka, and the latter has not touched Sarah's thoughts with God taking or soul rules.

Perhaps, at this moment, their mood is surprisingly similar - they are not willing to compromise easily, but they do not want to use some means to force the other party to give in.

"Didn't you want to block my mouth with saving the children at first? Why don't you mention it now?" Maka thought so secretly.

There was a long silence in the room where everything was asked.

To be honest, Sarah's silence now makes Maka feel helpless. If she had maintained her original attitude, Maka would not be so depressed as she is now.

"Well, well, I lost this time."

After such a period of stalemate, Maka finally had to give up temporarily.

Because Sarah has her right to insist on not saying it. Without causing a threat, Maka has no reason to force her to tell her secrets.

"If you don't want to say it, don't say it! In short, I have to thank you for today. I believe those children will also express their most sincere thanks to you." he shrugged and said, "well, I owe you once, and I will give you a return at my discretion."

He put the word "discretion" very seriously, and obviously refused to make any promises casually, because human relations have never been an easy thing to return.

"You go down first! By the way, I suggest you go to the school hospital and lie down for two days -" Marca smiled. "If you don't want to continue to expose any problems."

Sarah couldn't help sighing when she heard Maka say so. She didn't say anything, just nodded a little, then turned and walked to the door of the responsive room.

But when she took a few steps and didn't even touch the edge of the door, her steps stopped again.

"Professor McLean, since you want to know so much..."

Sarah paused slightly with her back to Marca.

"Please don't let me regret the decision I made today."