novelraw Chapter 148 The Philosopher's Treasure
Chapter 148 The Philosopher's Treasure
1932 passed smoothly, and after the year, Tom officially began to receive cultural education with his tutor Marlon Archibald.
At tea time, the men get together to chat about some political and economic topics.There is no hostess in the manor, and the butler Sebastian serves the host and guests instead of the hostess.Little Tom, who has not yet reached the social age, is also sitting at the dining table with a lace tablecloth and a three-layer porcelain plate of desserts. While listening to the conversation of the adults, he is frowning and watching his hands being painted by Sebastian. Scones thick with jam and cream.
Fran asked with a smile: "So, what do you think of the German parliamentary elections at the beginning of this year?"
Archibald put down the black tea in his hand, and said mildly and shyly: "Well... I don't know much about Germany, but I heard that the Nazi Party lost in the parliamentary election."
"So, you are more optimistic about the Weimar government. Do you think Hindenburg can keep suppressing the leader of the Nazi Party?" Fran asked with raised eyebrows.
"You seem to have been paying attention to German affairs..." Archibald asked curiously instead of talking about it.
"Me..." Fran picked up the teacup and said with a light smile, "I'm a businessman after all, and of course I'm interested in the international situation. I heard that Mr. Hitler has a set of economic means. If Germany If the economic policy is adjusted here, the major European countries will also undergo successive changes. Mr. Chamberlain, our chancellor of the exchequer, is very good at collecting taxes."
"Arthur Chamberlain was too weak. He was better at retreating than advancing, and he was better at cutting spending than recovering the economy. However, the economic policies he promoted did solve the government's serious economic problems." Archibald Old nodded in agreement.
Fran's eyes flashed, and she asked with a smile: "So, what do you think of the Weimar government? Who do you favor in the election for the chancellor of the German Reichstag?"
Archibald looked at Fran, and saw that her eyes were clear, her expression and movements were leisurely, as if she was just chatting dispensable.Archibald lowered his eyelids slightly, and said softly: "I think that the leader of the Nazi Party has great hopes."
Fran tilted her head and asked in surprise, "Even if the Nazi Party lost in the contest for seats in Congress? Your opinion is really surprising."
"Ha, where do you know anything about politics? It's just nonsense." Archibald smiled gently, with a gentle and shy face.
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After Marlon Archibald left, Tom leaned over to Fran, looked at Fran with a serious expression, and asked curiously, "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"
Fran hugged little Tom on her lap and sat down, and asked softly, "Did you hear the conversation I had with Archibald this afternoon?"
Tom nodded and asked, "You seem to be very concerned about the election in Germany at the beginning of the year. Why?"
"Tom..." Fran pursed her lips and said, "Tom, I told you that Archibald used to be from the Clock Tower."
"The headquarters of the clock tower is in the British Museum. Although it is actually an organization of Western European magicians and does not belong to a certain country, someone has sold the internal defense system of the clock tower to a group of German black wizards."
Tom's eyes widened and he asked, "Are you suspicious of Archibald?"
Fran shook her head while explaining: "Marlon Archibald is a bit strange. I checked his information secretly. He was born in the Archibald family of the clock tower El Mello. He was the assistant lecturer of the Department of Ascension at the Clock Tower, but he resigned suddenly at the end of last year. The reason is unknown. The Germans who sneaked into the Clock Tower entered the archives of the Department of Ascension. This is too coincidental, but, Archibald His family is a traditional British aristocrat, and Mullen's background is also very clean, so there is no reason for him to be involved with those German black wizards."
"But, what does this have to do with the German parliamentary election?" Tom blinked his eyes and asked puzzledly.
Fran sighed: "The group of German black wizards were wearing uniforms, or Muggle-like military uniforms. Moreover, I heard from Albus that a German wizard with prophetic blood, Eric Hanussen prophesied to that Hitler and saw his success in this election."
"So, the Association of Magicians, wizards, and a Muggle party are involved, which is very unusual. You know, for thousands of years, these forces prefer to draw a clear line and treat the other party as air. Now, whether it is for mutual use or for other reasons, some magicians and wizards are supporting a Muggle force to control a country, and this is by no means a trivial matter."
Tom turned to look at Fran, saw that she stopped explaining, and hurriedly urged, "What is that?"
Fran rubbed Tom's jet-like hair and asked, "What do you think? What do you think the Muggle government in Germany wants? What do wizards and magicians want?"
Tom counted with his fingers: "The German government wants to solve the economic problem, as well as the unemployment problem, to feed and clothe the people, and to gain a higher international status, to restore the decline caused by the defeat of the First World War, and to regain the lost land... Maybe there is also revenge?" Tom said while looking at Fran.
"Very good, continue." Fran encouraged.
Tom said again: "For wizards, study magic? If it's a German black wizard, then the research direction of the dark wizard... stronger power, resurrection, immortality and so on."
Tom tilted his head and thought for a while, and then said: "As for the magician, I want to explore the root, or the magician's five desires, parallel world interference and soul materialization..."
Fran patted Little Tom on the head with satisfaction, and praised: "It seems that you have learned well, at least your vision has been initially established."
Tom puffed his face and asked, "But...their goals are different. How are they connected?"
Fran's smile became extremely weak, she lowered her eyelids, and said lightly: "There is one thing that may satisfy the wishes of all of them..."
Tom asked in surprise: "Is there really such a thing?"
Fran glanced at Tom and said calmly, "Yes, there are more than one kind."
"The first type, philosopher'sstone (philosopher's stone)."
"Philosopher's stone? What a strange name, what is it? A kind of gemstone?" Tom was a little disgusted.
"You may have seen it when you read the biographies of famous wizards in history, and it also has a name sorcerer'sstone (Sorcerer's Stone)." Fran explained.
Tom remembered: "That alchemy product of Nicole Flamel!"
Fran nodded: "Nicole Flamel's alchemy product is not complete, it can only be said to be a much weakened Philosopher's Stone. Legend has it that the Philosopher's Stone can turn any metal into gold and bring people back to life , can also refine the elixir of life, and in addition, in alchemy, the Philosopher's Stone is the only substance that links the spiritual world and the material world."
"So it means wealth, longevity, resurrection, and materialization of the soul!" Tom suddenly realized, and then said with emotion: "But, is this true? Nicole Flamel's one seems to only prolong his life, Didn't even get old."
"So, Nicole Flamel's is a work in progress."
Tom envied: "That's not bad, there are so many alchemists, and only Nicole Flamel did it."
Fran sneered: "Do you think that is a good thing? The most basic principle of alchemy is equivalent exchange. Don't you need to pay a price to refine this kind of magical treasure?"
"But... Nicole Flamel doesn't seem to have paid any price?" Tom tilted his head, wondering.
Fran lowered her eyes and asked, "You have also read the history of Europe, so let me ask you, what happened in Europe in the middle of the fourteenth century when Nicole Flamel refined the Philosopher's Stone?"
Tom was startled and broke into a cold sweat: "It's the Black Death! The sudden outbreak of the plague killed... one-third of the European population!"
"So, do you understand why the Muggle government is involved?" Fran asked lightly.
"They..." Tom bit his lip and asked, "Do they want to start a war? Make sacrifices as sacrifices..."
Old God Fran calculated on the ground: "Back then, the semi-finished Philosopher's Stone consumed 2500 million European populations. So, to refine the Philosopher's Stone into a finished product, at least 5000 million living souls are needed."
Tom frowned: "How can there be such a terrible alchemy?!"
"This is indeed alchemy, but it's not all alchemy." Fran explained: "Back then, Nicole Flamel got an ancient book by chance, bookabrahamthejew (Book of Jewish Abraham), and he deciphered the mystery in the ancient book According to records, the Philosopher’s Stone was refined. The author of this book of Jewish Abraham is a Jewish astrologer and priest prince, and the most famous Jewish magician in history is Solomon, the third monarch of the ancient Jewish kingdom. That What a group of German black wizards want to steal is the magic book "Key of Solomon" left by King Solomon."
"Did they succeed?!" Tom asked nervously immediately.
Fran glanced at him and said, "No, I stopped them, they didn't get the "Key of Solomon". However, it is hard to guarantee that there is no way to make it elsewhere. For example, the lost "Jewish Abraham" The Book of the World, or Nicole Flamel, who has long since retired."
Tom frowned tightly and asked seriously: "Then what should we do?"
Fran spread her hands: "It's nothing to do. All of this is just my reasonable speculation, and I told you to prepare you mentally." She patted Tom on the head lightly, jokingly said: "This world is very complicated. , Little Tom."
"But..." Tom said reluctantly.
"No but." Fran took Tom off her body, put him on the ground, pinched the tip of his nose and said, "What can you do? Six-year-old Xiaodou Ding, who can't even read all the words. Can you interfere with the German parliament?" What about the election? Or can you beat up the black wizard? Or can you suppress the group of crazy magicians in the clock tower? You can't do anything, you can only do your homework obediently, and dream of becoming the savior of the world."
"But, I haven't grown up yet, what if they mess up the world? How can I still play?! How can I be better than them when I play so well?!" Tom jumped unwillingly.
The corner of Fulan's mouth twitched, and she slapped the unlucky child on the back of the head. She thought that the child wanted to be a partner of justice, but she didn't expect him to go straight to the position of the villain boss.
"Get out and do your homework! You suffered from secondary illness at the age of six, I think you just live too well and don't clean up!"
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Tom kicked and ran away, and Fran let out a breath of anger and fell on the sofa.Sebastian walked in with a tray containing black tea and fruit tarts, and put it on the side table.
"Have you heard it all? Do you have any thoughts?" Fran asked lightly, leaning on the back of the sofa.
Sebastian placed the tray, turned around gracefully, put one arm next to Fran's ear, and suddenly got very close.
His scarlet eyes stared at Fran, his forehead and the tip of his nose were almost close to each other, and his silky and magnetic voice was extremely low, as if it was directly echoing in people's minds.
"You really misunderstood me. It's not my style to wash people with blood and obtain a large number of souls."
He licked his lips, narrowed his red pupils slightly, and took a breath intoxicated.
"You know, I've always only been interested in the best products, and ordinary things are completely rubbish to me."
Fran raised her eyebrows and smiled lightly: "So, you have great taste..."
The devil's butler smiled deeper, even showing a small half of his snow-white sharp canine teeth.
"Of course, I'm a picky eater, unlike Mammon and Beelzebub who stuff everything into my mouth."
Fran frowned: "Is it them?"
"No, to be precise, it is Samael who passed down the refining method of the Philosopher's Stone. The so-called wand symbol swallowed by a giant snake in the Jewish Book of Abraham is actually a spear entwined by a giant snake, representing It is Samael, the serpentine angel."
"Samael, you mean, that former Angel of Death, Satan Ye?" Fran asked.
"That's right." The devil's eyes turned red, and he explained with a smile: "However, he is only trying to refine the law of death, and he is not very interested in souls. Those souls were indeed taken away by Mammon and Beelzebub. So, Xian The Founder's Stone is a game played by the three of them, it has nothing to do with me. I am very friendly to humans, don't get me wrong..."
"So, there is no way to refine the Philosopher's Stone in Lemegeton." Fran confirmed, looking directly into the demon's eyes.
The smiling devil took one of Fran's hands, put it on his lips gently, and asked, "Why don't you see it for yourself? You can confirm it by seeing it with your own eyes."
"Heh..." Fran withdrew her hand and chuckled lightly: "I'm not stupid, reading lemegeton is equivalent to signing half of the contract with you. Monarch."
"Haha... Ordinary people, I wouldn't use lemegeton to sign a contract with him. For 3000 years, only Solomon and you are qualified to make such a contract. How about it, do you feel honored? My delicacy..." The devil's red pupils released The blurred brilliance and invisible allure spread out.
"How? Make a contract with me, I can help you get everything you want, just like Solomon, become the strongest magician, omniscient existence. How? As long as you dedicate yourself to me, let me Taste, and I can give you everything you want..."
Fran looked at the handsome demon pressing above her and trying to seduce her, and couldn't help but chuckle. She raised her body slightly, grabbed the demon's neck, and leaned close to his ear.
"Your Majesty is really dishonest, Solomon is the agent of God, the representative of the law "Nothing". If you hadn't intervened, how could you have thoughts other than "Nothing" and have to fall? You You can’t fool Solomon’s soul, so you’re coming to lie to me?”
The devil's breathing became rapid, and he stared at Fulanxue's white neck in a daze, his pupils became extremely narrow in an instant, and a tinge of red appeared on his cheeks.
'It's so close, it's so fragrant, I really want to eat it...'
He leaned close to Fran's neck and said in a hoarse voice, "Anyway, you will be mine sooner or later, so let me taste it first..."
Fran's waist and arms exerted force, and she pushed the handsome devil's butler back onto the sofa. Before he could react, she bit the devil's neck.
"Hmph." The demon snorted, his voice extremely sensational, and a stream of blood slowly flowed from the seam between the teeth and the bite marks on the side of his slender neck.
Fran stood up straight, took out a white handkerchief and gracefully wiped the blood dripping from her lips.She condescendingly looked at the demon butler who was sitting on the sofa with half-closed eyelids, messy clothes, and bloody bite marks on his neck, as if he had been ravaged once, and said gently:
"Compared to being tasted, I still prefer to taste others."
"Then, thank you for your hospitality, Your Majesty the Demon King..."
After walking out of the room, Fran looked at the blood-stained handkerchief in her hand calmly, thinking: "I got the blood of the devil." '
The author has something to say: The scum "attacks" Fulan haunts~
Yesterday I saw a little angel leave a message about the problem of the London accent. Nishang was a little moved. I read it very carefully. Although it was completely different from me... I thought everyone understood it, but only after I saw the message did I know there was something wrong. Some little angels may not see orz
First of all, let’s popularize science. London accent and Oxford accent are different. London accent is the dialect of London, England, which is a relatively authentic market accent (the heroine played by Audrey Hepburn in the early stage of My Fair Lady).Oxford accent is a common accent (actually standard English pronunciation) of the highly educated upper class.
When Nishang wrote that the clock tower is black and black, she wrote that Fran spoke with a beautiful London accent (beautiful is entirely a bonus of temperament and tone, not that the accent is noble and elegant), this is because she is playing a gangster who eats black .Because of her accent, Greenwald and others judged that she was born in the market, not a wizard noble, but a wizard thief who stole magic props and sold them for money, so they reasoned that this thief would go to Knockturn Alley to sell the stolen goods.And the only one who can buy this level of black magic books is the largest Bojinbok magic shop in Knockturn Alley, so Fran ran into Greenwald who came to look for books there.If Fran spoke Oxford accent or classical English, then Greenwald would have judged that she was a wizard and aristocrat, and that she was stealing things for his own research, so he would not have gone to Knockturn Alley.When the two met in Knockturn Alley, Greenwald saw the housekeeper following Fran, and knew that Fran was pretending, but he was not short of money, so he must be interested in robbing the black magic book to study.Because he thought that Fran liked black magic as much as he did, Greenwald only deepened the misunderstanding of the relationship between the two later, and finally reminded Fran that research on black magic should be done in moderation.
So although this London accent is an understatement, it is actually a whole logical chain (yes, the baby's foreshadowing is always buried very deep, and sometimes I forget the deep ones), not because Nishang accidentally wrote it wrong, but also It's not the heroine's costume 13, but I'm still very grateful to the little angel for asking questions and my own opinions.
Then... the writing is too long, I don't want to write a small theater, I put the lid on the pot and escape~