Chapter 151.

Chapter 151: Coming Back

What did Lord Golzatha mean?
Letting the dead Yurahmans instruct him?

This world did have the existence of spiteful spirits, evil spirits, and even other forms of spirits.

But all of these spirit forms have great flaws.

Some couldn’t sustain themselves for long, while others lacked sanity and memory.

Mrs. Yura, as the wife of a second-ranked sorcerer should not be quite the same as the other spirit beings.

Saul was stunned for a moment as he suddenly remembered the years of learning experiments and the various researches conducted by his senior mentor.

There were also many, many quests related to death and souls ……

An idea germinated in Saul’s mind, so much so that he asked uncontrollably.

“Tower Master …… are you trying to resurrect Mrs. Yura?”

This time it was Golza’s turn to be silent.

The carriage was galloping, and the silent figure of the Sorcerer’s Tower could already be seen in front of him.

“Yeah.” Golza finally admitted, “Resurrection, meh, that’s the realm of a fourth-ranked sorcerer. But Yura’s case is special, so it’s theoretically possible to come back to life.”

Golza reversed his wrist and a puppet doll appeared in his palm.

“This is the doll for testing mental talent.” Sol recognized it at once.

Sol took the doll and scrutinized it.

There was something special about this doll, its eyes were not hollow, but two red, irregular crystals.

“Sol.”

Saul raised his head and locked eyes with Golza’s calm, watery, gentle eyes.

“Grow up quickly, right now you’re not even qualified to touch a real experimental program.”

Sol gently cupped and whispered, “Yes.”

What had the Tower Master given him this doll for? Saul stared into the doll’s eyes, but heard no more murmured words.

It should be the pair of red eyes.

Looking up again, the Golza across the room had disappeared.

The tower master left just like that?
The opponent was always this godlike.

Saul had originally thought that the Tower Lord had taken himself away because he had discovered that he had been possessed by an evil spirit.

But the whole time he didn’t mention this matter.

Only gave Saul a puppet doll when he brought it up on his own accord.

However, although the tower master left a puppet doll, he didn’t say how to use it.

Saul looked down at the doll in his palm and thought, “Mrs. Yura? Resurrection?”

He remembered the Kira Witch that he had met once two years ago. According to Senior Byron, she and Yura should be sisters.

She had once questioned Mentor Kaz about the progress of his experiments and threatened the tower master about taking one away.

Could it be that the person she was referring to was Lady Yura?

Could it be that Tutor Katz had been helping the Tower Master resurrect Mrs. Yura all along?

And that he had been given special training because his soul talent had been recognized by the Tower Lord?
That’s why he could only choose to major in the dark attribute element.

So he was bound to be accompanied by death and souls in the future.

That’s why Mentor Katz told him to recognize the situation and know how to be at peace.

Saul pondered, gradually becoming mesmerized.

While he was thinking, a black shadow emerged on the wall of the car in a place that was out of sight, and then gradually solidified.

It was like the darkest, deepest shadow under a powerful light.

This shadow suddenly floated up from the wall of the car, landed on Saul’s back, moved from his back to his arm like flowing water, and finally all flowed into the puppet doll in Saul’s hand.

The puppet doll’s eyes dimmed a little, but soon returned to normal.

And at this moment, the back of Saul’s neck, suddenly stretched out a black tentacle.

It was different from the tentacle that was as slender as a finger when he left the Sorcerer’s Tower.

At this time, the tentacle is as thick as an adult’s arm, only shrinking and thinning at the connection with Saul’s neck.

The tip of the tentacle split open like a shark-like mouth, as if it sensed some danger and was sending out a warning.

It quickly and deftly explored the air in all directions, as if looking for something.

But it failed.

The tentacle nudged Sol’s cheek, then retracted.

And Saul, who had been reminded by Komo, kept his face unchanged, only his pair of eyes appeared deeper.

The carriage drove straight into the Sorcerer’s Tower. Before Saul entered the tower, he looked through the carriage window at the three-masted sailing ship docked outside the tower.

It was true that wind sailing ships were faster than carriages.

But since the tower owner had picked himself up, why didn’t he just go back to the Sorcerer’s Tower?

Was it because he wasn’t capable enough to move such a long distance instantly, or did he need to explain something to him alone on this carriage?

This time, Golza’s sudden appearance to save them and take away Saul was already equivalent to singling out to the crowd that there was a connection between him and Saul.

After returning to the tower this time, the relationship of the situation that Saul has to face will be even more complicated.

Most of the others would guess that Saul was a student of the tower master.

But what in fact?

The Tower Master did teach Saul, but obviously with a different purpose.

Even Saul wasn’t sure exactly what his relationship with the Tower Lord was.

But none of this mattered for the moment.

Even if the Tower Lord just wanted to use Saul, could he resist with his current strength?
He could only control his own destiny if he took this opportunity to make himself strong first.

The moment he entered the tower, the world seemed to return to darkness, but the next second Saul knew it was nothing more than his own illusion.

The candlesticks lined up regularly on the walls still emitted a miserable white halo of light.

The many glows illuminated the tower in minute detail.

Sol sighed, “I’m back here again.”

He pushed open the door and prepared to get out of the car, but the movement in his hand was a beat.

The driver of the car still maintained his driving maneuver, his back straight.

The horse stood on all fours, its head slightly lowered.

But they had all lost their lives.

Saul, who had seen many corpses, saw it in an instant.

He squinted his eyes and didn’t find any residue of spirit bodies or any signs of contamination on these corpses.

Saul gently pressed the skin on the cart driver’s arm and realized that this cart driver had indeed stopped breathing and beating just a moment ago.

It was like a wind-up toy, when the wind-up turns to the end, the toy comes to an end.

Just by going out to pick himself up, both the coachman and the horse were dead.

I wonder if they had thought of such an end before they set out?

Saul sighed inwardly, this was the reason why he was fighting to his death to follow the path of a sorcerer put.

No longer stopping, he jumped off the carriage and made his way up the passage in front of him.

After a few turns, he found himself on the third floor of the East Tower.

Although it was daytime, the East Tower was still a very quiet place.

There were no other people to be seen along the way, and he didn’t know where Senior Byron and the others had gone.

But Saul wasn’t in a hurry either.

He still had a lot of things to do right now, a lot of information to organize.

He quickly walked back to his dormitory through the fifth floor of the East Tower, encountering only a few unfamiliar faces of low-level apprentices along the way.

Entering the dormitory, he locked the door with his backhand.

Saul threw all of his luggage onto the floor, then pulled out a chair and sat on it roughly.

“So ……” Saul thought to himself, “Who do I talk to first?”

The journal flew out and flipped all the way to the end, revealing several sheets of black, irregularly edged paper.

The journal flipping slowed down as it turned to these black papers. Three black papers stood up at different angles.

“Where are Helmer, Bill, and …… Lord Morton.”

Saul smiled slightly and half-squinted his eyes, pretending he was meditating.

The pages of the diary suddenly fell, and on one of the black sheets, a white handwriting gradually appeared.

[What is this place?

Surprisingly, someone ran out first.

“Who are you?”

[Me? Surprisingly, you don’t even know who I am? I am the greatest emperor of the Kemah Empire, Morton. The greatest Second Order Sorcerer in the Western Continent. I once led thousands of sorcerers and an army of 100,000 men to unite with Knuckles and the Duchy of Willimar to defend against the attack of the Demons of the Lordless Lands! No one dares to sow their wild oats in my territory, who are you that you don’t know of my existence?]

Sol blinked, “Me, I’m the scribe of the God of Death, specializing in recording the lives of your deceased, either great or mediocre.”

(End of chapter)