Chapter 1609

The liquid medicine in the crucible was rolling, making a gurgling sound, and the white steam had covered the ceiling.

Maka stood in front of the material preparation table not far away and gently sliced the roots of a plant with a silver knife. Each knife was as accurate as measured in advance.

A moment later, when he heard the boiling sound in the crucible stop gradually, he immediately waved back at the sliced roots piled at hand. The next second, a certain amount of flakes will automatically fly into the mouth of the crucible.

"Chi -"

Accompanied by a sound like iron quenching and a large amount of steam, the bubbling sound came out of the crucible again.

Yes, it seems that Maka is preparing some kind of magic medicine, but no one knows what magic medicine he is going to do at present.

At this time, the door of the potion preparation room was suddenly knocked.

"Marca, uncle brova said you were here... In fact, I have a very important thing to discuss with you. Don't you know if you have time?"

"Come in!"

The gate was behind Maka, but he didn't look back. He just raised his hand and slightly hooked his fingers in the direction of his back.

Then the gate opened.

"By the way, remember to close the door when you come in, and then take a mask on the shelf next to the door to put it on yourself - if you fall down due to poisoning, don't blame me for not reminding you first."

"Toxic?"

Listening, there was a flurry of noise behind her. Maka couldn't help shaking her head as she cut the materials.

When he was quiet again, he saw a fat figure coming from the next aisle and glancing carefully at the crucible.

"Marca, what did you cook?"

"Don't worry about what you cook. Anyway, it's useless for you to know." Maka didn't raise her head and said, "just say it! Noah, I specifically asked Mr. brova to come to me to 'discuss' what?"

When the fat man saw that Maka had an attitude of talking about something and seemed really busy, he scratched his head and moved his eyes from the steaming crucible.

"Well," he hesitated after watching Maka slice by slice, "I mean, I may... Maybe... Be able to help Miss Lovegood with magic imbalance."

"But you have to pay the price."

Marca's hand didn't stop for a minute, as if she had expected Noah to say it. And this obviously surprised Noah.

"How do you... How do you know?" he said in amazement, and then hesitated as if he remembered something. "Based on what I mentioned in the reception hall?"

Noah naturally remembers that he did say something about his inheritance at that time. However, he didn't say much in detail, because many of the contents were only half understood by himself.

But of course Noah didn't know. Among the three people sitting next to him at that time, there were two who had the ability to perceive magic. About the rough embryo of the magic stone in his body, it had been exposed in the eyes of Marca and Mr. brova as early as the beginning.

And more importantly

"I have also done some research on the Sorcerer's stone," Maka said casually. "Although it is only a sorcerer's stone that has been damaged and lost its original characteristics, it has at least been intact, and... It is a sorcerer's stone that has really been 'completed'."

"The finished magic stone? Oh, is it Mr. Nicole LeMay's?" Noah couldn't help but look at it. "Can I have a look?"

"Well, it's not mine... And, of course, it's not with me," Marca said. "You should have heard that Nicole LeMay destroyed his Sorcerer's stone - not many people know about it!"

"Oh, yes, I heard my father talk about it," Noah shrugged. "He also said that this was the wind released by Dumbledore and Mr. LeMay together, just to let 'some people' completely cut off the idea of trying to seize it."

When Noah said this, Maka gave her work a little meal, and then put the silver knife "click" on the side of the case.

"Your father is right, but... I think that's only one of the reasons?" he wiped his hand with cotton cloth. "To be honest, I don't know much about alchemy, so I haven't figured out what the principle of the magic stone's utility comes from before, but now I finally know something --"

As Maka said, she suddenly threw down the cotton cloth that had wiped her hands, turned around and pointed at Noah's chest.

"The Sorcerer's stone can indeed be called 'magic'. It can convert base metals into gold and refine the elixir of life. However, although it itself can not be said to be a 'poison', it is harmful to the human body, right?"

"Uh --"

Noah looked at Marca, hesitated for a while, and then bowed his head honestly.

But Maka continued:

"Unfortunately, that's not the case! I don't know how to convert other metals into gold, but I'm afraid the refining of the so-called" elixir of immortality "must be carried out in the human body. The magic stone can form a special cycle with the magic source in the human body, so as to refine the impurities of the human body and convert them into substances and energy for the rebirth of the human body - I can't say this Right or wrong, because the latter sentence is pure speculation, but the previous sentence must be correct. "

At this point, Maka turned to Noah's chest... To be exact, the position of his heart, and then calmly said:

"After all, this is the best proof."

Maka's meaning is actually very clear - since the magic stone is harmful to the human body, the refining of longevity medicine must be carried out in the human body. Then when the user of the Sorcerer's stone tries to prolong his life, the Sorcerer's stone will inevitably affect his body.

Even Maka doesn't know what the so-called "harmful" is, but it's definitely not a good thing anyway!

After listening to Maka's call, Noah, who had been hesitant, seemed more hesitant.

"Yes, you're right," he nodded after a long time. "Or, at least from my current understanding of the magic stone, you're right at all - the magic stone is probably not as wonderful as described in the legend."

But after saying this, Noah suddenly turned and said:

"However, at least it is very likely to help Miss Lovegood cure her magic imbalance. And perhaps the more crucial thing is that I am only a 'rough embryo' at present."