Chapter 36: Forcing Goldfinger to die sooner or later
Chapter 36: Forcing Goldfinger to die sooner or later
Hearing Saul’s words, Keri, however, mumbled with her hands resting on her chin, ”There’s no point in going out, there are wars everywhere. Either countries are in conflict with each other, or races are at war with each other. Although there are some dangers and horrors here in the Golsa Witch Tower, it’s always a deterrent to one side, and it’s a place where you can concentrate on your studies.”
Saul was still curious about the world in his mind, after all, he was a passive house now, “Is it still so chaotic out there?”
“Of course, the worldly power is dependent on the ebb and flow of power in the wizarding world. One thing I heard before I came here was that one sorcerer power was exterminated by another group of sorcerers, and the country they controlled was immediately divided up among the surrounding tribes of the country.”
Witch World ……
I wonder if the sorcerer world out there is just as weird and scary as the Sorcerer Tower.
“Cori, do you know what people outside think of the Golsa Witch Tower?” Sol wanted to inquire about the strength of the Witch Tower.
“The master of this sorcerer’s tower is a second grade sorcerer. The general radius of a second level sorcerer is a few surrounding territories and cities.”
“To ordinary people, this place is a man-eating demon. However, many powerful nobles believe that this place is the birthplace of strong men who control the world. They fear the Sorcerer’s Tower while relying on it.”
“My father is the Duke of the Plum Highland Territory, and he was able to become a Duke precisely because my grandfather was a second level sorcerer apprentice. That’s why the May Highland Collar, instead of giving it to my uncle, was inherited by my father.”
It turned out that Korie was the daughter of a duke, no wonder there were so many magic crystals and treasures as soon as she entered the wizard’s tower.
“My father started having children day and night just after he inherited the dukedom. When you give birth to one, you test if there is any sorcerer talent. Those who don’t have it are nurtured in a random place. Those with sorcerer talent like me would be carefully raised by him until they were twelve years old and then sent to the Sorcerer’s Tower.”
Having been sheltered by the older generation, you want to continue to eat the dividends of the later generation?
But is this kind of duke who completely nurtures his children as instrumental people really not afraid of being revolted one day?
“Is there anyone else in your family besides you who has wizard talent?” Saul asked.
Korie nodded and said rightfully, “The offspring of wizards are always more likely to be born with a wizard talent. I have two other brothers who were also sent to other wizarding powers, but none of them were as gifted as me. That’s why I was able to be sent so far away. The Golsa Wizard Tower is still very famous, and the threshold for accepting apprentices is a bit higher than other places.”
Speaking of her excellent talent, Korie didn’t show much smugness, she instead puffed out her mouth and clenched her fists.
“Anyway, I must become a third level apprentice before the age of thirty, I don’t want to go back and be a backer for those drunkards!”
Third level apprentice ah!
Saul thought of the so powerful and weird Kong Sha, asking him to steal the brains of first and second level apprentices, was it also for the purpose of impacting third level apprentices?
There was also Senior Byron who was also powerful at first glance, but still couldn’t become a third level apprentice before the age of thirty.
“I’ve never seen a third level apprentice in a wizard’s tower before.”
“I haven’t seen many third level wizard apprentices around before either, I heard that they are always traveling and doing research.”
The two sighed for a while about the Third Level Apprentices who were even more mysterious than full-fledged wizards, and finally stopped their discussion, each immersing themselves in the sea of knowledge.
But Saul was always lost in thought when he was studying.
From time to time, he felt that with his level of bad luck, he didn’t even need to think about whether or not he would be able to become a third level apprentice at the age of thirty, and first thought about whether or not he would be able to live to the age of thirty.
At times he thought, at least is also a traveler, can not give the predecessors shame, take the hardback book hard to carry through ah!
At times he was combing through the flow of the afternoon’s test in his mind, constantly admonishing himself that he must be doubly careful in what he does.
In short, the morning public class was so absent-mindedly mixed through.
Leaving the noisy public classroom, Saul followed the ramp that spiraled down and kept walking.
There were fewer and fewer fellow travelers around him.
Kori also bid him farewell on the sixth floor.
Continuing downward.
The candlelight all seemed to dim several degrees.
Keep going down.
A faint putrid odor burrowed into his nostrils.
Saul pushed open the first scarlet door and shut himself in.
“Whew…”
Sol let out a long breath.
I don’t know when it started, but he felt a sense of reassurance as soon as he entered the corpse room on the second floor of the East Tower.
It wasn’t that this place was so safe, but it was the foundation for him to become stronger and live.
“I’m not a genius.” He told himself this, “If I study step by step like Korrie, there’s no way I can pass the test in two months.”
He looked to his locker, which was filled with various experimental props.
Saul knew that once the sorcerous transformation got into action, there was no turning back for him. Who knew what he would be like after the transformation?
The horrible Konsa? Disgusting Guido? Monica who looked like she was in pain?
But if you don’t move forward, sooner or later you’ll be dragged into the abyss by a powerful enemy.
Saul looked down at his thin body and read in his mind, “Sorry, I’m going to do something bad to your body. I hope you’ve found a place to reincarnate.”
Saul walked over to the cabinet and carried out the various materials that he had prepared (under secret) over the past month, and began his experiment.
The crucible was lit and the base liquid was poured in.
Test tubes and beakers of various shapes were wiped clean.
All materials are placed within easy reach.
Saul began his path to death.
Originally, Saul was trying to follow the example of Senior Mark and do something to his hands.
Especially after obtaining the Phantom Sound Pupil, he wanted to shove that eyeball into his socket at one point.
But then after some consideration, he gave up.
Eyes were fragile and sensitive, and it would have too much of an impact on the future if one were to accidentally go blind.
Since this is the first experiment, it’s better to replace it with some safe organs that don’t matter even if it’s gone.
Last night, the potion he got from Kong Sha gave Saul a new idea.
Since even sniffing the potion with just his nose could enhance his meditation, it meant that the nasal cavity was also capable of absorbing the potency.
Diverging further to think about it, the skin also had pores.
There were also cases of poultices curing diseases and deaths from skin poisoning in previous lives.
Both of these can be tried.
In the end, Saul chose the relatively more dangerous of them, the nasal.
It wasn’t that he liked taking risks.
Well, he was a bit of a risk taker.
But it was more that he probably didn’t have enough time for multiple trials.
It was natural to go for the one with a higher success rate, and efficiency.
“I hope I won’t turn into a pig’s nose because of this.”
Saul took out his own notes, on which was a list of general procedures and precautions based on Grimm’s Cognition of Sorcerous Body Transformation.
He finally recalled the manipulative steps of the experiment and officially began refining the materials.
……
The hardcover book would probably be skeptical if it had a mind.
It had never warned of death so often.
For as long as half an hour, or as little as five seconds, its host would pop up with a death-defying thought.
The boy always had some unspoken material in his hand, leaping to throw it into a crucible that was already on the verge of being overwhelmed. Even if it stopped it in time, the boy would immediately change his death wish.
[…… You’re dead.]
[…… You’re dead!
[…… you’re dead!!!]
[…… you’re dead!!!]
Saul: I know it’s wrong.
Saul: Hey, I just won’t change.
If the hardcover book knew that it would one day be used to “test sensitivity”, it would have begged its former owner to put a limit of three warnings a day on it.
Instead, it would have been repeatedly trashed by an ignorant and fearless dwarf!
(╯#-皿-)╯~~╧═╧This golden finger is really not a book to do the job!
Changed the new synopsis, do you like it?
(End of chapter)