Chapter 1610

Alchemy has never been a good thing.

Perhaps its appearance is often full of hope, such as gold transformation, elixir of immortality and man-made man, which symbolize people's desire for "wealth", "Immortality" and "creativity".

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

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

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 what the magic stone means to you, to us... And to everyone else."

To be honest, Noah didn't immediately understand the meaning of Maka's words, but after seeing Maka's solemn appearance, he realized that there must be some deep meaning he hadn't found.

So Noah left, full of doubts.

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

"Bang!"

Maka gently waved her hand and closed the door again. Then she turned back, picked up the silver knife put aside and continued to cut the unknown plant stem.

Just then, with a "squeak", a figure came out of the corner of the steamy potion preparation room.

"Maka, he... Didn't he just say he could cure Luna? Why..."

Suddenly Hermione appeared. She had just hidden in the cupboard in the corner. Because Marka 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 inherited the magic stone.

Now, hearing Hermione's urgent inquiry, Maka shook her head slightly and replied softly:

"Noah came to brova castle. His father asked him to come... You should have heard just now that he has obtained the inheritance of Nicole LeMay, and even got the rough embryo of the Sorcerer's stone. I think you should understand his father's idea of asking him to come to me and Mr. brova."

"Well," Hermione was stunned when she heard the speech. "Mr. hornheim, do you want you to protect Noah?"

"That's right! But you should also know that we may not protect ourselves well now." Maka sighed. "I don't know how Noah's father knew about Luna so soon - perhaps Mr. brova or Mr. aginbad. But anyway, he did send me a 'big gift' that I couldn't refuse."

At this point, Marca couldn't help turning her head and spreading her hand at Hermione.

"Since Noah can't stay with us all the time, and I want to accept this gift with peace of mind, at least I have to let Noah master the ability to ensure his safety under many covets before leaving here."

But when it comes to how to protect yourself, the best answer is definitely not "strong power" - at least not in Marca's current experience.

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

"Yes!" Marca smiled. "For many people, the charm of the Sorcerer's stone is unparalleled - you see! Even you and I are no exception, aren't you?"

"We... We just..."

Hermione seemed to disagree with Maka's last words, but Maka waved to her and said:

"It's all the same! It's all the same - for Luna's sake, I'll borrow Noah's rough stone anyway. Believe it or not, if the fat man refuses to help again, I'll force him to help?"

"This --"

Hermione habitually pushed the hood, thought about it, and then really nodded her head seriously.

"Well, I see. I believe it!"

"Hey, I'm just kidding," Marca said with a bitter smile after seeing this. "Have more confidence in Noah! Well, by the way, have more confidence in my personality -"

As he was saying this, he heard the boiling sound on the other side of the crucible subside again. Then he stopped talking a little and put another material in it.

"Go stir again, this time three times counterclockwise."

"Ah! OK."

Hearing this, Hermione hurried to the side of the crucible, picked up the stirring rod and waited. Watching a lot of steam bubbling in the crucible, when the most intense reaction passed, the stirring rod was carefully stretched in to draw a circle.

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

Therefore, the potion preparation room was quiet again, and only the light sound of Maka clattering to slice the stem block echoed regularly.

"... Maka?"

I don't know how long passed. When Maka had put down the silver knife and ground an animal's liver with a mortar, Hermione opened her mouth again.

"I still want to know what the potion you prepared is?" she hesitated. "It... Doesn't look like it's used to treat Luna's magic imbalance?"

However, Maka didn't answer Hermione's question as soon as she did just now. He just lowered his head and grinded the fresh and tender liver into a slurry. After a while, he slowly said:

"Yes! It's not for Luna. I have other uses."

I don't know why, Maka doesn't want to say, even if this is the second time Hermione has asked this question. However, out of her trust in Maka, she suppressed her confusion and curiosity as much as possible.

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

After a few minutes, after stopping stirring and adding the liquid medicine of the sliced rhizome, Maka finally picked up his ground slurry liver and walked towards the crucible.

"Hermione, stand behind me and try to hold your breath... The next medicine mist will have strong toxicity. I'll help you block it, but just in case."

When Hermione hid behind her and got ready, Maka poured all the slurry in the mortar into the crucible. In the next moment, a dark green fog burst out of the crucible.