"Paracelsus!" Ella said angrily, "She is dead, can't you attract your attention? You are too ruthless!"

Hearing Ella's words, Paracelsus paused, turned his back to Ella and asked, "Who is dead? Who? What's the name?"

"Of course it's Para..."

As soon as he said halfway, Ella was stunned.

"You want to say 'Paracelsus is dead'? You care so much about her, I thought she had told you other names."

Paracelsus laughed dryly.

"She uses non-burning paper to preserve important documents, just like me."

"She would sneak her papers into the school library, just like me."

"She is an alchemist and a doctor. She advocates replacing natural medicines with alchemy drugs. She uses the three-element theory of sulfhydryl salt. She tries her best to create humans with alchemy, and even her name is Paracelsus. Her soul is exactly the same as me. She is Paracelsus. King of Sweden. Do you think Paracelsus is dead? But am I not standing in front of you now?"

Ella was speechless for a moment.

"Paracelsus was not dead, nor broken. It was just a clay jar that he made to preserve his soul. King of Sweden, would you order him to be executed because someone broke one of your clay jars? Maybe some tyrants will, but I am not a tyrant. Do not kill people is the sixth precept in the Ten Commandments, and I don't want to violate it."

After saying that, Paracelsus left Ella and walked towards the woods alone. Ella was stunned for a while, then got off the horse and chased after him indignantly: "Parcelsus! Come back for me!"

Deep in the woods, she saw Paracelsus again. He stared at the girl's cabin, and his fat body was trembling in the wind like the thin branches beside him.

The wooden house sat in the woods as usual. Only the pots of flowers in front of the house were a little more gorgeous under the rain.

"The King of Sweden..." he asked in a hoarse voice, "Who planted these flowers?"

"She planted it, so what's wrong?"

"Why...why is it so beautiful...?"

Paracelsus turned around, his face covered with tears.

"King of Sweden, do you know, I... never plant flowers."

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In the heavy rain, Avicenna and the five little clay men hurried to the shore. In order to avoid the invasion of the rain, the five little clay men all wore huge leather boots and were wearing large cloaks dragged to the ground, which looked extremely strange.

They did not go in the direction of the port, because Andrea's fleet was moored there. Avicenna prepared a vehicle other than the ship - the gate panel removed from the Governor's Mansion. It was made of fine wood, wide and thick, with more than eight people sitting on it. Avicenna covered it with a piece of cloth and handed it over to the little clay man behind him to carry it.

However, the little clay people carrying this door panel complained:

"This is too heavy! Avicenna, can't you get to the shore and use magic to make a wooden board?"

"Don't make such meaningless complaints," said Avicenna. "Your abilities are similar to mine. Are you still not clear? Even if you are dead, the tree was once an organic life, and it is my limit to let it disappear. Life must be created by God, so how can we transcend it?"

While arguing, they threw out magic and killed all the people they saw along the way indiscriminately.

"Then why not take a boat! Are we still afraid of them?"

"Just kidding. It's a bit difficult for me to deal with that dragon alone. And the other party has other elf-level and tens of thousands of troops. I'm really entangled. Even if you are all using your own bodies now, you can't handle it, right? Okay, don't say much, you've seen the sea!"

The blue and vast sea appeared in front of them, and behind them were blood all over the ground and broken limbs and broken arms.

They exchanged magic for hurricanes, rolled the board to a high altitude, and then fell to the depth of the water. Avicenna took the lead in wading a piece of water and sat on it. After confirming that the board would not sink, the little clay figures let their bodies float, crossed the sea water in the middle, and finally stopped steadily on the board. Then, these magicians used magic to make the strong wind around them disappear, and re-energized a wind with the right strength and direction, pushing the board forward.

The wooden board slowly left the coast dozens of feet. They did not expect such a simple tool to carry them across the ocean, but only hoped to avoid the eyes and ears of the enemy fleet, and then find a place nearby to moor and transfer to a real merchant ship.

At this moment, a trembling feeling suddenly fell from the sky!

Avicenna had felt this fear for a long time. This was oppression from magic, and there were few people in the world who could surpass them in magic. Although there were four apostles above them, they were all members of the Abraham Church, and they knew that they were worth it. Even if their factions were different, they would not take the initiative to anger the apostles. And the apostles would never oppress them with the active emitting magic.

But now, they felt that they were looking up at the mountains that reach the sky and looking down at the bottomless abyss, and they could not even figure out where this trembling feeling came from!

"What's going on?" The group of magicians suddenly became a mess. "This is the sphere of influence of the Cross Sect. Is Gregory coming? Why is he angry?"

However, after searching around, they did not see Gregory. They only saw a fat guy standing at them where they were in the sea and looking at them.

"It's a doctor. We met at Delphi. He can't do magic." Avicenna recognized it, "Mr. Ibn Sina didn't notice anything abnormal, it shouldn't be him."

"But there are no other people around you!" Ahmed Gulani shouted, "It's not that God is oppressing us from the sky!"

The fat man's shout came from afar: "Come back!"

Avicenna and others looked at him carefully, not knowing how to deal with it for a moment.

The fat man shouted again: "Are you deaf? I'll ask you to row the boat back immediately!"

"Who are you?" Ahmed Gulani shouted with courage, "Come on the name!"

"It's Paracelsus! The real Paracelsus!"

As soon as this name came out, all the magicians on the wooden board were stunned. Among them, Avicenna was most shocked. He failed to try to create a man, so he came to the island Republic to seek help from the alchemists. But how could he think that when he was in Delphi, Paracelsus was by their side!

And Paracelsus was already impatient to wait.

"You are wondering if Paracelsus can walk on the water? 'Don't worry! It's me, don't be afraid!"
Chapter completed!