"The Hermes School?"
Hearing Annan's inquiry, Bishop Darryl touched his bald head in distress: "Annan, you may not know that I actually left the capital quite early. I have never heard of what you said. .
"Or... the 'Hermes School' I know is not necessarily the one you asked about. Maybe it's just the same name."
"And what about Nicholas Flamel?"
Annan asked.
Hearing the name, Darryl frowned slightly.
His expression gradually became serious, he propped up his belly hard, struggled to sit up from the sofa, and no longer maintained the leisurely posture of lying happily in the fat house.
"Where did you hear that name?"
"It's the Hermes School. Their leader and initiator is a man who calls himself 'Nicholas Flamel'."
"You also said..."
Darryl repeated: "'Self-proclaimed.'"
"It's just a self-proclaimed one. But that Nicholas has long white curly hair, dark green eyes, and is a golden-rank wizard of the Transformation School."
Annan said slowly.
He looked into Darryl's eyes.
So Annan quickly saw that after hearing what he said, Darryl's face quickly became a little ugly.
"Hiss..."
Darryl frowned.
He rubbed his smooth to reflective skull vigorously, and sighed.
The fat bishop stood up from the sofa, stroked his stomach, and paced around the room.
He thought for a long time, frowned, and whispered to Annan:
"...if it's him, you'd better get ready."
"I have to go," Annan shrugged and poured himself a cup of black tea. "Sir Silver personally appointed me to go... Your tea is pretty good."
"So I just said to make you ready, not to tell you not to go."
Darryl glanced at it, and said casually, "I still have two cans over there, just take them when you leave, I rarely drink them myself...
"No, the key is how much do you know about Nicholas?"
"Senior Saar and I suspect that he may be the master of the Emerald Tower in the Kingdom of Denisia more than a hundred years ago."
Annan rubbed the space between his brows, and said with some distress: "I speculate that he may have developed the Philosopher's Stone of the Hermes School. Then he used the Philosopher's Stone to offset the consumption of his soul, thus gaining eternal life."
"impossible."
Darryl replied without hesitation: "Absolutely impossible."
"… Why?"
"He is indeed the discoverer and improver of the ancient Philosopher's Stone technology, and he is indeed able to refine the Philosopher's Stone by himself. But that is not the final version of the Philosopher's Stone... but a shortened version."
The fat bishop shook his head: "Do you know the panacea? It is the same principle as that transformation product. The full version of the panacea needs the rare golden mistletoe fruit, and the cost is too high. So transformation wizards , will be committed to keeping costs down and creating a low-end version of the panacea.
"The Philosopher's Stone he 'improved' is actually the same way of thinking."
... In other words, the beggar's version got the sage's stone
Annan suddenly realized.
No wonder Salvatore, a Bronze-rank transformation wizard, can also produce usable semi-finished products...
It turned out that Nicholas deliberately lowered the production cost and difficulty.
Annan couldn't help but asked, "The Philosopher's Stone he improved is called the Hermes School's Philosopher's Stone?"
Darryl nodded: "Yes. Because he has always regarded himself as the 'second Hermes', he called the Philosopher's Stone he developed, called the Philosopher's Stone of the Hermes School.
"He never gave the Philosopher's Stone to anyone, so no one knows which aspect of his Philosopher's Stone is flawed.
"But what he created is definitely not the real Philosopher's Stone."
"Why so sure?"
"Because even the gods cannot artificially create the Philosopher's Stone."
Darryl replied very confidently in an unquestionable tone.
"...even if it's a silver knight?"
"Not even the mysterious lady. This is not a question of difficulty, but simply impossible."
"Why?"
Hearing Darryl's tone so sure, Annan was a little confused.
Darryl hesitated for a moment, then stopped: "I can talk to you...but you can't say it out."
"Is it related to Yinjue?"
"It has something to do with Zhengshen. It may even have something to do with this world."
Darryl replied seriously: "Want to listen?"
"… want."
Annan hesitated for a moment, but obeyed his thirst for knowledge, and answered.
Even when it comes to security, it's better to know more than to know less.
After all, Senior Salvatore is still studying the Philosopher's Stone, and Annan can't help him here. He can only help him collect some information that he can't get.
The secrets directly related to the righteous gods cannot be collected by the wizard's tower.
But then again...
Grandpa Darryl, what kind of identity is this...
"You have a special status, so I won't let you swear to keep it secret... Although this secret is very important, it is actually very brief."
Darryl took a deep breath and said slowly, "The Philosopher's Stone is not a product of this world."
"… What?"
"Not from the beginning. The Philosopher's Stone can replace any element of perfect form... Do you think it is possible for such a thing to exist in nature? The reason why the Philosopher's Stone cannot be replicated is simple... because its main raw material, in this The world doesn't exist at all."
Darryl replied solemnly: "Do you know Father Sui, Your Highness Annan?"
"...the god of fire and creation?"
"That's right. Father Sui is called Father Sui because he ignited the flint before he became a god. But do you think that such a feat alone is enough to become a righteous god?"
Just as Darryl said this, Annan noticed something.
"You mean..."
"You guessed right. What Father Sui ignited was not the world's first flint... but the world's first 'Sage's Stone'."
Darryl said slowly: "From now on, this world has 'power of elements'.
"Do you understand? In other words, the purpose of trying to copy the Philosopher's Stone is not as simple as 'getting eternal life' or 'reviving the dead'... What he wants is to create a world. A world that belongs to him alone world.
"In fact, Nicholas did not die naturally because of 'excessive use of the power of elements', but was murdered. This matter was more or less known to the world's bigwigs at the time. But it was a just murder... Because Nicholas did a taboo thing that is absolutely not allowed."
"… Cyborg?"
Annan blurted out.
He felt more and more familiar with the plot...
Darryl looked at him in surprise, stared for a long time before slowly nodding.
"… Yes.
"Strictly speaking, it is an artificial human that is 'independently produced without relying on samples from any parent and mother', or to be more precise, it is 'not a copy of anyone, nor is it an offspring of anyone'. Also It's just... creating people out of thin air."
…without using any human genetic samples at all
Annan was stunned for a moment.
How did he do that
"So he failed in the end? Created the monster?"
"No, he succeeded."
Darryl paused, then replied in a deep voice.