In Yang Cheng's view, the alchemy laboratory left by Hohenheim was actually quite ordinary.
All sorts of random instruments and all sorts of random books.
The only eye-catching thing was the rows of flasks on top, each containing different solutions and some other things.
Yang Cheng felt that they looked familiar; these things resembled human embryos.
However, some of them are strangely shaped, some look like starfish, and some are just a ball of flesh. Some of them can even move, and they are all alive!
Morton exclaimed in disbelief, "It worked! Hohenheim actually succeeded!"
The fleshy embryos in these flasks are not actually human beings. Even the ones that look most like human figures are not human. At most, they can only be considered living pieces of flesh.
But regardless, Hohenheim actually created life!
It is important to know that in alchemy, the greatest advancement is the creation of gods, because that is the authority of the creator, the exclusive domain of the gods, and an absolute taboo that cannot be touched.
When alchemists create alchemical hybrids, they are merely combining other living beings with alchemy; it's more like piecing them together than directly creating them.
What Hohenheim is doing now is creating something from nothing, creating a living thing out of nothing!
This already means that we have come into contact with the authority of the Creator.
Celt whispered, "Actually, he hasn't succeeded yet. Hohenheim said these are all failures. We came out too. These things can't become human at all."
Hohenheim said the location of this laboratory was not right, so he went to other places to build laboratories. During this period, he was busy with these things, building nine laboratories in a row, spending hundreds of thousands of gold kal.
If he can't produce a royal heir, the prince will surely kill him.
Master Morton frowned: "A laboratory won't do? What does that have to do with alchemy?"
As he spoke, Master Morton began to peruse the alchemical notes left by Hohenheim.
Yang Cheng also leaned over and asked, "How did this guy manage to create these creatures?"
Yang Cheng was genuinely curious about the idea of creating a miniature person out of thin air.
Master Morton flipped through his notes, frowning as he said, "Inject male essence into an egg that has been shelled but has its membrane left in, to simulate the female internal environment."
Then, pour in pure holy spring water into the flask, add wood spirit essence, gold dust, pollen from the Mother Flower... Use these alchemical materials as a potion and pour it into the flask, then put in an egg to encourage its growth.
During this period, the embryo needs to be nourished by the blood of healthy adults, and then accelerated by the time alchemy array. In just three days, a little person can be initially born in the flask.
However, due to the proportions of the various alchemical ingredients, and the fact that some of Prince Leon's male essence was not very active, the resulting little beings were not fully developed; they were failed, incomplete creations that would not live long.
As Master Morton flipped through the pages, he sensed something was amiss. He suddenly exclaimed, "No! Absolutely not!"
That madman Hohenheim wasn't trying to create humans, he was trying to create gods!
Idiots! He lied to you! He never intended to help you create babies in the first place!
The Earl of Celt looked at Morton, bewildered, unsure of his meaning.
Master Morton asked Yang Cheng, "Didn't Wood say before that Hohenheim also took the feather of the cherubim, the god of wisdom?"
Yang Cheng nodded.
Master Morton then asked Earl Celt, "Where are the nine alchemical laboratories that Hohenheim built?"
After the Earl of Celt finished speaking, Master Morton pulled out a map of St. Brand, marked the locations of the nine laboratories on it, and then searched the ground for them.
Finally, he said to Yang Cheng, "Mr. Yang, please help me lift up the floor tiles."
Yang Cheng nodded, lifted the floor tile, and underneath was revealed bright red bloodstains, which looked like the runes of an alchemical array.
Master Morton breathed a sigh of relief: "I was right, Hohenheim has fooled you bunch of idiots!"
He had been secretly researching the alchemy experiments of the man in the bottle for countless years. He knew every step and every detail of the experiment clearly. Success was success, and failure was failure. There was no need to wait until the last step to know whether the experiment had failed.
A true alchemist learns from failures, but never produces a half-finished product.
"You just trust Hohenheim so much that you didn't send other alchemists to check?"
Count Celt smiled wryly and said, "This matter is of utmost importance. How could I possibly make a big fuss by inviting people to come and investigate?"
I only have one intermediate alchemist under my command whom I trust completely, and I have asked him to come and take a look.
His conclusion was that Hohenheim's bottle figure was nothing short of a miracle; the audacity of his conception, the meticulousness of his experiments, and the perfect combination of drugs were simply flawless!
"idiot!"
Master Morton cursed, "What can a mid-level alchemist possibly understand about the success of a master alchemist?"
Hohenheim never intended to create any royal descendants for you; his miniature figures in bottles might have already been successfully created long ago!
Now that he has obtained the feather of the cherubim, the god of wisdom, he must want to add a touch of divinity to the little man in the bottle.
But having divinity without divine power is not enough. He must have set up arrays in these nine laboratories for sacrifice, to sacrifice a newly born god!
You and I, the entire central district, and even the whole of St. Brand, are all sacrifices he offered!
Upon hearing this, the Celtic Earl panicked.
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