"Do you think I dare not report you? Or do you want to get rid of Castro halfway?" Razi shouted, "All the teachers and students here are witnesses. Even if you can get rid of me secretly, you can't get rid of everyone secretly!"

"No, no, you misunderstood what I mean. Castro is fine, how could I want to get rid of you, a great alchemist, Razi?" Avicenna smiled and separated the crowd, made a "please" gesture to the exit again, and even bent her waist. "I want to ask you to report it at will, I don't mind. As long as you are satisfied and come back to continue your work, I will not do anything."

Lazi didn't understand where Avicenna got the confidence. He waved his hand hard to the teachers and students: "Let's go! Let's go to the Governor to report Avicenna's crimes together!"

Before the teachers and students could walk out of the teaching building, a soldier-like man came over, holding a thick stack of paper in his hand.

"Mr. Avicenna, the Governor has something to come to you." The soldier carefully glanced at the crowd around him and said, "It's confidential. Please move to a quiet place to talk in a secret place."

"Secret talk? What can you say in person?" Avicenna said with a smile, "Jussen said it to me here!"

"This..." the soldier hesitated, "I'm afraid it's a little inappropriate."

"If I say it's right, it's fine! Just say it here!"

The soldier hesitated for a while, and saw that Avicenna had no intention of moving, so he had to go forward and hand the stack of paper to Avicenna, and said in the lowest voice as possible: "This is the new anti-counterfeiting list written by the Governor to you."

"Ha! It's a new anti-counterfeiting list! The Governor gave it to me! Let me see, there are quite a lot of people. Dandoro Pietro? Haven't these two people been killed by me long ago? The Governor wants to kill all their families? He is so cruel."

Avicenna deliberately read the contents on the paper to the teachers and students, then lowered his hands and handed the paper to Ahmed Gulani.

"Are you going to kill the pagan again?" Ahmed Gulani's little clay man excitedly took the stack of paper, and then walked out of the feet of the crowd with a swagger.

Lazi was shocked by what was happening in front of him.

"Avicenna...Patticipachio... are you all crazy? Are you not afraid?"

Avicenna laughed: "Afraid? What are we afraid of? There are now six magicians above the elves, and the defenders of the capital are only around 5,000, and the natural level is only two or three at most, not to mention that some of them are loyal to Pattisipacio. Even if everyone else gets together, what can I do to me? Lazi, do you still want to report me to the Governor? It's better to spend less effort and complete your work obediently."

"Avicenna...what do you want to do?" said Lazi. "Why are you so obsessed with the human body's transformation?"

"This is not what you should know. As long as you know, if one of you is refined, all of you will be rewarded!"

"Avicenna! You don't understand alchemy at all!" said Lazi. "We can do things according to your instructions, but I advise you to give up your fantasy as soon as possible. The human body is a very detailed and complex step, and a mistake will lead to the wasted of all previous efforts. With our level, it is impossible to succeed within a few years!"

"Don't worry, I only said half of what I just said. I have finished it, and I have a lot of rewards. If so many of you can't practice it..."

Avicenna sneered, and used his hand to make a neck-cutting position, and then, he strode away in front of everyone who was stunned.

The girl has woken up.

When Avicenna pushed the door open, she was sitting against the window, only wearing the sheets she picked up from the bed. Although she was making noise and crying last night, at this moment, she was as quiet as a pot of flowers placed beside the window. The black hair covered in mud was just broken out of the ground, swaying gently under the wind.

Her black gem-like eyes and sculpture-like fine faces were slightly red under the reflection of the fire in the distance.

Avicenna got closer, but heard her say:

"Look... God, again, has carried out a great distillation in the universe."

Avicenna curiously repeated: "Distillation?"

"Burn, sublimation... and then corrupt, life corrupts, and then reborn in the soil, becoming clearer through repeated distillations... This is the deepest mystery of alchemy."

The girl turned her head, her eyes were as blurred as if she had just woken up.

"Principal...I want to accomplish that great work...to create a living person."

Avicenna was overjoyed: "If you do it yourself, it would be better. Only those who are made of skills, have never had a soul, have never made mistakes, have not been perfected by original sin, and have purified their bodies, can they be qualified to accommodate the right seat of God!"

"Soul..." the girl repeated blankly, "After creating a body, do you still have to consider the soul? Are the soul and the body separate? I have never thought about this problem."

"I can't give a definite answer. Although I have seen spirits, spirits are bodies made of a special material, and are not the same as souls. However, I can help you think."

Speaking of this issue, Avicenna suddenly felt energetic.

"First of all, we suppose there is a man who was created instantly by God and created intactly. However, his vision is obscured; his body is suspended in a space where there is no air, and he cannot feel any resistance; his members and internal organs are also separated by God in a strange way, unable to meet or contact. So, can he still confirm his existence?"

The girl looked at Avicenna blankly: "I don't know."

"You don't need to prove it, nor do you want to give the right answer." Avicenna said. "You just think as much as you want and answer me, do you think this person can still confirm his existence?"

"You can't see things, you can't detect things outside, and you can't detect your own body..."

The girl blinked her eyes a few times, then nodded with certainty:

"Even so, he can still confirm that he exists,"

"As an existence, he cannot determine any external limbs, any internal organs, any external things, or even his length, width, and height, but he can still confirm his existence? So, what exactly is there?"

"soul……?"

"It seems you agree that the soul exists, and does not need to rely on the body to exist. Then obviously, creating the body and creating the soul requires two completely different techniques. Paracelsus, although you can create the body, you cannot create the soul like God."

The girl's eyes became more and more confused:

"So, even if I created a body, I didn't have the skills of divine enlightenment?"

"Our mortals naturally cannot understand the skills of God, and they do not need it. You just need to create a body." Avicenna said, "I will help you find the best alchemy laboratory in school. As long as you succeed, you will not have to worry about the rest of your life, even after death."

The city's fire makes the room flicker and dark.

The girl suddenly held her head, her expression in great pain.

"What's wrong?" Avicenna asked, "I'll show you?"

The girl shook her head.
Chapter completed!