harleyscars Chapter 228 Alchemy makes people bald
Chapter 228 Alchemy makes people bald
In the next few days, with clear skies for company, the small snow forts built by the elves after work gradually became harder. They were still expanding it in the afternoon, using the tools in the kitchen to carve and draw pictures on the snow bricks they built. come up with a variety of shapes.
The room separated by a window is warm and comfortable. In the center of the room is a slowly rotating ball of discarded manuscript paper. The crystal bubbles lock the paper and the smoke generated by the burning inside. The heat and firelight are transmitted outward through the bubbles. Its spherical bottom A thick layer of ashes accumulated.
Every visible corner of the room is now piled with rolls of paper manuscripts, filled with unexplained geometric patterns and calculation formulas. Many reference books and old design drafts are hanging flat in the air, with books on them. The pattern is more complex.
The continuing obscurity of alchemical books is puzzling—there are many elements in a picture, and their interpretations vary greatly depending on the author's thoughts.
If the same symbol appears in different locations, in a different color, or rotated at a certain angle, the symbolic meaning it represents may be completely different from its original meaning.
Eugenie felt like she was going bald. This kind of subject that was both precise and vague made people love and hate it. All the clear calculation formulas and logical reasoning were covered with thick fog. Only the beacon of thought could find the right direction. To dispel confusion.
She no longer needed a chair. She sat or lay down on the ground casually, randomly squishing a few balls of waste paper she had just kneaded out.
Her new shoulder-length hair was twisted into a lion's mane and piled unkemptly on her head, like an unreasonable housewife with curly hair.
Snape was dragged along by her and was tangled together. He forgot to wash his hair for several days, and it began to become shiny again. His black hair was stuck together and gradually lost its slight curls, swinging heavily on both sides like a curtain.
More than half of the paper on the floor was produced by his handiwork. He had to dismantle the complex alchemical patterns, list all possible symbolic meanings, and connect the various elements together to analyze whether the logic was smooth and whether it was consistent with her great-grandfather's alchemical concepts.
Night finally fell, and an owl hooted outside the window.
As the only pet on the island, Libo now walks with his head held high and his hips akimbo—that is, if he has a waist.
He had just finished patrolling the territory and caught a family of three mice hiding in the snow cave. He did not eat them, but held the tails of the three mice in his sharp beak, like a knight returning from victory, holding the enemy's head to declare victory.
The elves took good care of him, placing three meals a day on exquisite silver plates, and preparing meat strips in different ways every day.He went out hunting purely for the purpose of stretching his muscles and the cheers of the elves and the caress of the little master when he came back with the trophies in his mouth.
Eugenie pursed her lips tightly, closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. All she could think of was a pattern of a six-pointed star with dots in the middle, and she couldn't figure it out.
When she opened her eyes, three dead mice suddenly appeared on the draft paper in front of her. A white head was caressing her affectionately, and soft feathers were sweeping around her ears.
"There is something new, Libo." Eugenie clamped the pen to her ear. The feathers on the pen body had been torn to tatters recently. She kissed the owl on the cheek and gently stroked the soft skin on his chest. Feather, "It would be great if I could make new progress every day as smoothly as you."
Dudu followed Libo. She stood at the door and made a motion to knock on the door but did not make any sound because Professor Snape was still immersed in thinking and could not be disturbed.
Eugenie saw her and waved to her.
The two began to bite their ears, the sound was so low that only the other party could barely hear it.
"It's time to prepare the meal." Dudu said softly, her ears falling on the back of Eugenie's head.
"I know, how is the preparation of the banquet hall? Do you want my help?"
Dudu had to remind her, "Of course, you forgot because you were busy. Mom and dad will be back tomorrow."
"Oh, so fast, I thought there was still time." Eugenie grabbed the wand and straightened her hair a little. The papers on the floor silently told her that several days had indeed passed and Christmas was just around the corner.
"Then I'll go back and get busy. I feel like I need to hang a little more holly on the railings." Dudu made a roughly square gesture. She was referring to the circle of white railings outside the banquet hall. The railings are now covered with bright silver. Silk cloth, many heavy Christmas decorations hung on the armrests.
"Go on, go on. You all should go to bed early and don't work too late. Just leave the rest to me. Refresh yourself so you can celebrate the festival with me tomorrow."
Dudu nodded, then stepped out of the door on tiptoes on the parchment.
She whispered a few words to the elf waiting outside the door and left, and the dining cart was quickly pushed to the door.
Eugenie stretched her legs that had become numb due to sitting cross-legged for a long time, and the blood returned. However, after taking two steps, these legs still felt a little strange and did not belong to her, and they felt numb on the ground.
She walked over with bare feet, occasionally making a slight sound when a piece of paper was scattered on the soles of her feet.
Snape buried his head and wrote rapidly, and the sound of writing continued on the paper.
So Eugenie sat aside on the floor, picked up a piece of paper full of words and tried to read it. Many words were crossed out, some were circled, and the connections were marked with arrows next to the circles. Some of the words were written in boxes. Concise reflections and speculations.
It took Snape more than ten minutes to notice her, "Are you hungry?"
"Yes." Eugenie nodded. She could never get used to eating alone. Eating alone was always boring, as if it was just to fill her stomach to stop it from growling, without any dining experience.
Even if it’s brown bread with apple cider vinegar, find someone to eat it with.
Snape did not understand but respected her behavior, so he gave up his original habits and was gradually led astray.
Dinner is very simple, and I don’t have time to enjoy it slowly recently, so sandwich and salad have become the most frequent combination.
"It's Christmas tomorrow, Professor." Eugenie held the plate and stuffed a full mouthful into her mouth.
Snape raised his eyebrows in slight surprise, "Then, let's put down the alchemy equipment for now. This is a long-term work and cannot be completed in just a few days."
"Well - hello demon -" Eugenie's tongue was pressed by the bread, "I have to go to the banquet hall to check out. I forgot the time. It will probably be late to finish the rest of the arrangements. You should go to bed early. I have to trouble you to pick up my parents tomorrow, I must have to get up very early again."
"You really don't need help?" Snape took a forkful of salad.
"I can handle it, don't worry, there will be no pink bubbles this year."