Chapter 89 Exploration
In the bright stone room of the suitcase, Della flicked the golden hourglass beside her, which produced a slightly dull echo. The other four silent hourglasses placed in front of her had turned pure black inside.
"S-Hela-Xia (The compatibility of red spirit ore with metal is worse than I thought. Even if the phase diagram is modified, it may not be able to get along well with the metal doll)." Picking up the automatically recorded experiment manual beside her, Della frowned.
"Hai-ya- (It's not the last step yet, we have to give it a try)." Maggie's snake tail gently swung across the bottom of the hourglass. He climbed up Della's wrist and stared at her with his yellow eyes. "Hai-ya-hai-xi (Besides, you have been quite fulfilled recently. You came back earlier than usual today. Did you have a good time)?"
"Hai-hasha-hi (It's a rare moment of relaxation. Snape is out today. I'm really fed up with the chores before the rainy season. Professor Sprout has been delivering waves of rain grass)." Although these were quite complaining words, there was no resentment on Della's face. It can be seen that she was very happy today.
"......" Maggie stared at him for a few seconds, and finally decided not to mention the annoying golden boy, "Haishi-Saya (What about Dumbledore's project? It seems that you have almost finished dismantling those mirrors)."
"Ha-Sa (only two control groups were left. In fact, I also made some other things besides jewelry. After installing the small recorder, I asked Fred and the others to take them away. It's just that I've been too busy recently. I think I will ask them to collect them next week)." After touching Maggie's raised slippery snake head, Della put down the experimental manual in her hand and pulled out a piece of parchment with handwriting in several colors from the other side.
"Shisha-ya (these changes seem hesitant)." Maggie landed on the parchment, and the snake's tail circled the edge of the phase diagram.
"Siya--Haisa (You know that even now there are differences in four-phase, five-phase and even six-phase alchemy, and the systems in the past were even more diverse)." Della took out two more parchments of equal size. She waved her wand gently, making one of them transparent, and then overlapped the two parchments in front of Maggie.
The complicated phase diagrams overlapped, and the magic wand touched the center of the transparent phase diagram. As Della moved her magic wand, an irregular circle was circled in red. "Sa-Haya-Shi (The same phase diagram trend appeared in these two diagrams, which were not even from the same period)."
The two phase images were separated, and the green circle with the same outline appeared on the lower phase image. Although there were slight differences at the edges, it was obviously the similarities between the two that were more noticeable.
"Haishi--Hashashi (I know some alchemical techniques, but I don't quite understand these phase diagrams)." Staring at the similar red and green circles, Maggie talked about her mastery of alchemy for the first time.
"There is no doubt that this must be the core of something." Della suddenly stopped speaking in snake language. A strange complexity spread across her face, even overshadowing the joy that had just been floating between her brows. "And their trend in the phase diagram, to some extent, is very similar to the soul fluctuations detected through the spyglass."
"Haisaya—(Even Linktailon's phase diagram)?" Maggie's upward snake body twisted, revealing a weird distortion.
"Yes, perhaps his 'resurrection' is closer to 'resurrection from the dead', but under this premise, there will be more problems, such as how to control the shaping of the soul. According to the rules of alchemy, the external plasticity will not have any effect on the inside." Della raised her eyebrows and exhaled, "But if it's the other way around, it makes sense."
Influence the outside from the inside?
Maggie raised her snake head slightly, and her clear yellow eyes swept across Della's tired face, and her gaze finally fell on the ends of her black hair hanging on her chest.
"Because there is still a little difference between the two, I can't really tell whether Bronte originally borrowed from Linktalen, or the two discovered the same essence." Della put down her hand pinched on her forehead and picked up the parchment she had modified. "Now I can only ensure that the whole photo will be smooth in the end. What kind of effect..."
With her current attainments in alchemy, she is already a long way from replicating the works of the two masters, and she has not yet figured out the knowledge accumulation of every trend in the phase diagram. Now she has to take a big step to integrate the achievements of the two masters. If Della did not have some talent in this area, I am afraid it would have been wasted for many years.
"Hai--Sha-Ha (Are you waiting for the experimental results of the six phases of red spirit powder to modify the core of the phase diagram)?" Maggie swam to the hourglass that was shrouded in golden light. He still maintained his usual body shape, but once he reached the side of the big hourglass, he looked much smaller.
"The cores of these two images have no similarities at all, which is also very strange. We probably have to start from scratch. If Bronte's red spirit is an internal driving energy source, then Linktairen should also indicate the driving core, but he didn't. It's as if the puppet can move on its own after it is created. This obviously does not conform to the rules of alchemical artifacts. You know, they are artifacts in the final analysis and can never be separated from external forces."
Staring at the three pieces of parchment, Della was completely lost in thought. Maggie seemed to be thinking about something as well. He turned his body section by section, from the head to the tip of the tail. At the moment when the snake's tail straightened, his pupils suddenly stood up, showing a bit of ferocity.
"Hayes—(About compatibility)," Maggie began, "Ha-hee-hayes—(Low compatibility not only means incompatibility, but also means that one of the two will inevitably be damaged in the long-term running-in, but sometimes the product of wear and tear can also be a material)."
"You mean, there might be such a thing as 'self-adaptation'?" Della's eyes widened. She picked up the quill that was dipped in ink beside her. Because she moved so hastily, a few drops of ink fell on the stone platform. "Yes, they are undoubtedly masters. Maybe they have the ability to achieve 'self-adaptation' just by relying on the alchemical process."
Maggie's pupils were still erect. He looked at the girl waving the feather pen in the bright light, turning his snake head slightly, showing some hesitation and timidity, which was rare. Most of the time, he was as comfortable as Della.
"Even if it is 'adaptive', there will be a final wear-out period, but neither phase diagram leaves an update window, which means that both works will be disposable. Is there a concept of lifespan..."
Della was muttering to herself as she drew circles with her quill. There was a strange enthusiasm on her face, as if she couldn't wait to figure this out. However, her brows were tightly furrowed, and many of her muscles were tense, revealing some of the same hesitation and timidity as Maggie.
The most basic principle of alchemy is that experiments cannot be conducted on conscious creatures between heaven and earth. Medieval alchemists would circumvent this by constructing alchemical creatures themselves.
Although the two lives in this stone chamber have no intention of violating principles, perhaps they themselves are the products of crossing the line.
They are searching, searching for their own origin, but no one knows whether that origin will be an abyss that they cannot bear.