There was a dead silence in the small conference room.

The alchemist stared at the black apple in his palm in a daze, and then at Mason with a blank look in his eyes, and after a few seconds, he organized his words and calmed himself down.

Then he took a deep breath and scolded Mason:

"Are you fucking crazy? You've already used the Black Apple, and we're definitely not going to be able to use it anymore, as we were born on you! ”

"But you're on your own, aren't you?"

Mason pushed the frame and explained from another angle:

"Although you are low-level independent individuals similar to elemental beings, you do have very different thoughts and life pursuits, and even souls.

While it is not possible to confirm that we share the same soul, the crystal heart beating in your chest at this time represents that we are truly independent in terms of existence.

Of course, our relationship is more akin to 'mitosis' than to biological blood relatives in the traditional sense. ”

"Who's asking you to explain this?"

The alchemist was a little frenzy, and he took off the wizard hat from his head and threw it on the ground, screaming:

"You don't really think that this kind of cleverness can hide a cosmic artifact of the level of the Black Apple, do you?"

The old hat on Mason's head was also alarmed by Mason's manipulation, and it concave a vague human face with the intention of persuading Mason, who was a little anxious.

Cub, you listen to your uncle's advice, you can't commit such a little cleverness.

However, before the hat could speak, he chose to remain silent, realizing that the plan was most likely not a whim of Mason. In retrospect, Mason's act of giving the clones freedom to their existence so neatly seems to have paved the way for this moment in front of us.

Well, this may be an afterthought if it is placed on other people, but in terms of Mason's way of thinking of taking one step at a time and looking at a hundred steps, this is definitely the truth that has been overlooked.

In the face of the alchemist's madness, Mason didn't say anything but smiled.

After the alchemist McJack Mason calmed down, Mason said to him:

"It's not up to you to have the final say, it's not me who has the final say, it's the black apple that has the final say, give it a try, come, close your eyes, and ask your questions."

"Will this work?"

The alchemist whispered.

He took a deep breath to slow down the power of his thumping crystal heart, and then kept tumbling in his mind about everything he wanted to know.

As a palace-level alchemy boss who was attacking the alchemy realm of Lv11, he had countless unanswered questions in his heart.

However, after a few seconds, the alchemist opened his closed eyes, looked at the unresponsive black apple in his hand, pouted, and said to Mason:

"Look! I said no, I could feel it scrutinizing me but there was no response, useless. ”

"Nope! Useful. ”

Before Mason could speak, the hat spoke first.

The old hat said to the alchemist in a tone of bewilderment:

"If you've lost the opportunity to ask because Mason used it, then the Black Apple can't make you feel like it's scrutinizing you, it will just ignore you and won't respond to any questions.

Now it just doesn't answer, but it doesn't ignore you.

I think it's because Black Apple itself is wondering about your unique relationship with Mason, and it's hard to see you as a separate entity.

Mason's quibble is justified.

Although there is no way to know what the standard of life is for the black apple, it should not simply rely on life information to judge, but something deeper.

Maybe it's the existential dimension.

Theoretically, the moment Mason separates you, your fate is reversed from his, and maybe Black Apple doesn't respond because your question is too outrageous?

Or maybe you're asking the wrong question? ”

"After all, it's not an independent life in the true sense, so the authority that the black apple can give you is probably not as high as mine, for example, if an ant gets the black apple, it will definitely not ask about the truth of the universe

And in the eyes of Black Apple, a guy like you is probably similar to a parasite on my body in terms of life form? ”

Mason rubbed his chin in thought.

After a moment, he said to the alchemist, who was upset that he was said to be a parasite:

"That way, instead of asking about big topics, we're going to relegate your question to a specific solution, and we'll see how far it can give you?"

"It's too bad."

The alchemist complained:

"It was okay to be used by you as a tool before, but now it's actually downgraded to the level of a parasite, hey, if it weren't for the really good relationship between us, sooner or later a nasty guy like you would have to be killed by us joining forces."

"Don't talk nonsense, you're creating a way forward for the other Masons."

Mason nudged him and said:

"Think about it, if you can do this, it means that the other Masons will also have the opportunity to use the Black Apple, although it won't get any power to turn the whole situation around, but it will also be a great boost to our collective goal of all-class domination, right?

As far as I know, except for you, the Engineer and the Forge, everyone else is stuck on Lv9 and it is difficult to break through for a short time, and this is a breaking point.

It's up to you whether the Mason family can go any further.

Don't be pressured, come on. ”

"Do you say these things to make me feel stressed? You should be the pressure monster to kill a thousand knives! ”

The alchemist snorted.

But the atmosphere has reached this point, and there is no way to retreat, so he simply began to try according to Mason's words.

"Please let the great black apple teach me how to make another breakthrough in the path of alchemy!"

He shouted.

Black Apple didn't react, but the scrutiny didn't go away, and it still seemed to be hesitant to judge if the guy in front of him was qualified to ask it questions.

"This doesn't work, the scope is too big, be specific!"

The old hat on Mason's head reminds me:

"Even if you're a whole being and ask such a broad question, it's hard for Black Apple to give you a specific answer, and it's an art to ask questions, and you have to get to the exact one you really want."

"That's it. Could Black Apple please tell me how to delve into and master the more advanced application of the Alchemy Dao in the rules of transformation? ”

The alchemist narrowed down the problem to the core of the difficulty he encountered.

This time, the black apple burst into a burst of light, but it dissipated before it could fully light up, and it seemed that it thought that although the "crippled life" of the alchemist's level barely met the qualifications to ask questions independently, it obviously did not have the authority to receive questions of this level.

"Damn, it's a."

The alchemist grumbled.

Mason whispered next to him:

"Okay, you also know the answer I want to know now, don't bother, just ask."

"Hey, I'm independent, I still have to do my best for your little life, fortunately, I've made up my mind to become an iron-blooded single dog, and if I don't fall in love, naturally no one can coerce me with emotional problems."

The alchemist snorted angrily, adjusted his state again, and picked up the black apple, and asked:

"So, please tell me how the despised and arrogant Black Apple can make a resurrection potion that will save Ciria?"

The light aroused by this question was obviously more real than before, but he still couldn't get a specific answer, and the alchemist had no choice but to hold the medicine box he brought.

Several successive failures made him grit his teeth and say:

"You bastard Black Apple! There is a limit to looking down on people, right? Say! How can I improve the effect of my resurrection potion? ”

"Buzz"

The black light surged and the alchemist was caught off guard and curled up his fingers, and a cold breath surged up his body of water.

Unlike Mason, he was completely devoid of flesh and blood, making him almost unable to resist this level of freezing, and a third of his body was frozen in the blink of an eye.

In the embarrassment of shivering and spewing cold air, Black Apple reclaimed his strength with satisfaction.

It generously gave the alchemist, a broken being, the answer he needed, and the weight of life and the weight of forbidden knowledge were perfectly balanced.

Oops, our black apples are really spicy!

Seeing that the alchemist was about to freeze to death, Mason hurriedly stepped forward to help him melt the ice that was still covered with water manipulation, and his hat also spewed flames to wrap the alchemist who was about to lose his nerve and help him return to the state of water.

After tossing and turning like this for several minutes, Mason McJack Cooper barely recovered.

He lay weakly in the chair in the conference room, gasping for breath, even though he didn't need to breathe, he stared at the black apple on the penguin umbrella Mason held in his hand, gritted his teeth, and said:

"This guy punished me, maybe because he thought he deserved to be punished for being so clever, bastard, and almost died, but. The standard answer does already exist, although it still doesn't seem perfect to me.

But if it's this recipe, I do have a higher level of certainty that your Ciria will be able to return safely from death. ”

The alchemist's sky-blue eyes were like the ocean of words and patterns reflected in the same words and patterns as Mason just now, and he threw the resurrection potion in his hand to Mason, saying:

"You can dispose of this thing as you like, you still have a little more raw materials for you, come with me, Mason, I need one of your things to complete the job of preparing the perfect resurrection potion for Ciria.

But I state in advance that it will be something very, very important for you, so you can choose to say no"

"Are you kidding? Do you think I'll say no? ”

Mason smiled, took the alchemist's shoulders and quickly returned to the "McJack's Alchemy Shop" in the Osborne Tower in the synchronous water body transformation like a brother.

This is the first step in the business empire that the alchemist has planned for himself.

Although it is still a small shop located on the edge of Osborne Tower, he is confident that he will be able to build an empire that spans the endless sea of stars in the New Age.

Well, as for why the shop was opened in such a remote location, it was partly because the alchemist didn't like to be noisy, and partly because he couldn't afford the expensive rent set by the old Green Goblin.

There's no way, economic independence is the first step to personality independence, and everyone in the Mason family wants to separate their lives from Mason's life, so they have to be independent first, right?

"It's a bit messy here, don't mind, it won't affect my alchemy efficiency."

The alchemist returned to his small shop and immediately began to make it, taking the remnants of the phoenix fire and the philosopher's stone that Mason had given him last time, fusing them together in a dazzling way, using the solution of the pure blood of the unicorn and the perfect recovery potion as a base, and then sprinkled the mashed dragon bone into it.

Although there is no longer the shock and magic smell of boiling medicine in a cauldron before, it is a visual pleasure to just watch the alchemist's smooth operation.

Mason watched the whole process.

Although his technical connection with the other Masons had not been severed, to be honest, even with the same level of knowledge, he would never have been able to become such an alchemist.

His energy is so distracted that he can be called an excellent craftsman, but when it comes to the concept of "outstanding", it is obviously far inferior to his brothers.

"Wait a minute, when the alchemy solution is two-thirds of the way through, I'm going to add some very special substances to it."

The alchemist put down the crystal stirring rod, put the potion that had begun to fuse into the blender next to him and rotated it continuously, he took out an hourglass and put it in his hand, and said to Mason very seriously as the fine sand fell:

"Take advantage of this time, I will explain to you the solution given to me by the black apple, my potion has no problem at the effect level, it can indeed resurrect a dead life in a short time, of course, there are side effects, death will take away part of the life force, and the potion cannot be completely filled.

As a result, life after the resurrection will enter a period of elusive weakness and change in life form.

This is because I am simply focusing on the process of resurrection, and I have ignored another problem with Ciri, about Mephisto's influence on her existence.

The fact that the Black Strange was unable to completely expel that influence meant that the infestation had reached the root level.

Using a resurrection potion for her when she can't be completely expelled, even if she is really resurrected, Mephisto's power will still remain, which is the main reason why the world of mitoshi can't fully encode Ciri's biological consciousness.

That power became one with her, a part of her.

So Black Apple suggested that I solve the problem directly from the source! ”

The alchemist opened the drawer, took out a piece of parchment, and wrote on it with elegant strokes a short but powerful contract, written in a manner and handle so different from all the rituals Mason knew that even the old hat was amazed.

This should be the answer that Black Apple gave to the alchemist just now.

The alchemist held up the written contract and placed it in front of Mason's eyes, and he said in an accentuated tone:

"Don't worry about the messy sentences, this thing will definitely work, but the problem is that this contract shares more than just something as simple as life force or longevity.

We need to look for a being who is equal to Mephisto or even symbolically higher than him, to replace the constant interference of his power with Ciri.

In other words, transfer!

At the moment of Ciri's death, at the moment when her connection with Mephisto was severed, the 'sharing' given by this contract was used to bind her existence to another being.

In this way, even if the resurrection potion does not fully take effect, she will not be disillusioned, and she can rely on this 'existence binding' to restore her life for an unknown length of time.

I don't know if you understand it, but that's how it works, so the only problem now is."

The alchemist put the contract into Mason's hand, and he asked earnestly word by word:

"Mason Cooper, you are the only unique being in the realms without a space-time alien, and you are the only being who can be confirmed to live forever in the next epoch.

Although there is no detachment, on a symbolic level, you already have a unique existence that is stronger than Mephisto, so are you willing to give Ciri half of the rest of your life? ”

"What do you say?"

Mason looked at the contract in his hand, he put his finger to his mouth and bit it, wrote his name on the contract in his own blood, and then returned it to the alchemist.

This decisiveness caused the alchemist to shrug his shoulders, and while processing the contract in a special way and then incorporating it into the resurrection potion that was being stirred, he said to Mason:

"Well, I'll admit, you bastard is a pure love party."

"I always have."

Mason looked at the potion that was about to be completed, he looked at the box containing the original potion in his arms, and whispered:

"You can't use this, can you?"

"What are you going to do with it?"

The alchemist turned back and said:

"Didn't you just say it has side effects? If this potion can take effect on Ciri, then I already have an idea of what to give to the other two Great Mentors.

Liana Rattingpus can be bound to the concept of hell, she is a creature of hell, Mephisto's power infection has a poor effect on her, and her resurrection difficulty is the least of the three mentors.

Old Shazam was a bit of a hassle.

But I believe that with his wisdom he will be able to find an equivalent binding.

Mason put the potion in his hand into his bag and said:

"No, there is one more person who needs to go through a death, and that is a matter of fate."

(End of chapter)