Chapter 152: Saul is not back yet.

Chapter 152: Saul Hasn’t Returned
[Undead? So I’m already dead? Yes, I died in the Valley of the Drooping Hand. The despicable Knuckles family betrayed me! Damn the demons of No Man’s Land, they even fabricated the lie of the death of a third-ranked sorcerer! They’re a bunch of villains!!!]

Although he couldn’t hear the other party’s voice, the diary faithfully translated Morton’s unwillingness.

“Well, yes, great emperor, please introduce the sorceries you specialize in. For example, are you good at affecting soul curses?”

[Souls? I’m not going to study something impractical like that. Only power that is real enough to hold in my hands fascinates me!”]

“In that case, the evil spirits shouldn’t leave any hidden dangers in my consciousness space. Of course, it’s still necessary to check it properly again.”

Between the fact that the spirits in the diary couldn’t lie, Saul’s heart was a little more at ease. He was afraid that his headache was because the evil spirits had left some curse inside him.

Something like a curse was most elusive, and even third level apprentices rarely touched this field of knowledge.

A single carelessness would be countered by the curse.

That’s why the Sid at the time was really strong-willed to kill Saul before he dared to utilize a forbidden ability.

“Then, can you tell us more about your great-granddaughters, Yura and Kira?”

[Yura and Kira? They both have sorcerer’s talent, and a good one at that. The two have the same stubborn character, one bent on studying the spirit, the other forever hammering away at the flesh ……]

Time flew by, and in a flash the blue hourglass reminded Saul that it was now almost ten o’clock.

Even though Morton’s handwriting was still clear, Saul put away his diary and stopped asking questions.

Thinking back on what Morton said, his face was a bit gloomy.

“The fights in the wizard world are really cruel. Compared to that, those people who died in the Sorcerer’s Tower are nothing at all. If it weren’t for the human forces controlled by sorcerers who are responsible for development and continuity, this world would have died long ago with few people left, right?”

“For the time being, it is confirmed that my headache is mainly due to the instability of my mental body caused by fighting within the space of consciousness. There aren’t many remnants of the evil spirits, and it affects me to the extent of having a few nightmares.”

“The spirit ester in the bag can’t be used for now though.”

Although most of the soul fragments absorbed by the Evil Spirit dissipated with his disintegration, there were still a lot that were actively absorbed by the Spirit Ester.

And before the Spirit Ester melted, a qualitative change caused by a quantitative change occurred.

Saul took out the black crystal ball from the cabinet and held it in his hands that were only white bones.

“68 Jiao …… “Saul put down the black crystal ball and sighed, “This outing was much shorter than expected, but the harvest is really quite a lot. I’m afraid there will be another breakthrough in magical power when I re-anchor my plastic bones, perhaps closer to 80 Joules. That won’t be far from the 100 joules of magic power required for a third level apprentice.”

No one would have thought that Saul had just entered the second level and his magic power had already grown by more than half, right?

“Instead, the locator for Level 2 to Level 3 is currently clueless. Although the diary is my natural locator, the locator is obviously not just a matter of having it. It was evident during the battle in the field of consciousness that I could only hold the diary and use it as a slate, rather than acting directly on the ideology like the others.”

At that moment, a few regular knocks on the door interrupted Sol’s thoughts.

It should be Senior Byron coming to see him.

Still, Saul asked with a sideways glance, “Who?”

“Saul, are you back?”

It was Byron’s raspy voice.

Saul smiled, “I’m back.”

He got up to unlock the door, only to be halfway there when he heard Byron seemingly speaking to someone.

“…… He’s not back yet.”

Saul’s footsteps stopped in mid-air.

Another lively voice with a bit of curtness rang out, “I think he has something to discuss with ……. Why don’t we come back tomorrow?”

Saul put his foot down and raised his voice, “Senior Byron? Senior Wright? Are you?”

But the people outside were still talking as if they hadn’t heard him.

“Well ……”

“Byron, tomorrow, make sure you put in a good word for me!”

“Uh~” The inflected sound of rejection.

“Don’t be so heartless, why don’t I give you one of my maids?”

“Uh~~~” continuous inflected sound of rejection.

The sound faded away, leaving Saul standing stiffly alone in the room.

After a long time, as if returning to his senses, or perhaps gathering courage, Sol slowly turned back and turned his body.

He saw that he was sitting quietly in a chair with his head slightly bowed, as if he were asleep.

After freezing for a long, long time, Saul lowered his head and looked at his pair of hands that possessed intact skin, trembling gently. “Am I …… dead?”

He tried to calm himself down.

That huge mental shock of seeing his body for a moment just now made Saul’s vision start to blur.

Fortunately, Saul stabilized his consciousness in time so that he didn’t collapse.

“Impossible.” He closed his eyes and opened them again, his own body was still sitting quietly on the chair, “The diary didn’t give any warning, and I can still sense the connection between myself and my body.”

The connection was not obvious, but it was strong.

Dead wandering souls don’t have such a reassuring sense of homecoming.

Saul walked back to his chair and tried to sit back in his body.

But when he stood up again, he was disappointed to find that he was still standing with only his soul.

Turning his head, the seated Saul looked like a statue, obviously with his chest still heaving, but as if he were a dead man.

Saul knew clearly that even if he was alive, it was dangerous for his soul to leave his body for a long time.

He endeavored to try to return to his body, but after trying several times, it was useless.

Saul looked at his shoulder, the diary was now floating at the shoulder of his soul.

This made Saul feel slightly relieved. No matter what, the diary had still been following him.

“Otherwise, go out and rescue it? There’s no telling if anyone can detect my presence.”

He walked to the door and reached for it out of habit, but his palm went through the handle at once, and he stumbled forward, his upper body actually running right out of the dormitory, seeing the hallway outside.

Saul hurriedly stood up and stabilized his body, and just wanted to continue walking forward, but he found that it was as if there was an additional transparent barrier in front of him, blocking him from advancing.

At this moment, he happened to be stuck on the wall, looking out into the corridor, turning around and looking in into the dormitory.

“Rather learned to walk through walls.” Saul laughed to himself and changed direction to continue exploring.

After groping around for a while, he found a very strange thing.

He was confined within a circle and could not leave his body too far. However, the range of this circle was not centered on his body.

Saul’s body was only located at a point on the edge of this circle.

And the range of movement of his soul was inside this circle.

When Saul stood at the door of the dormitory, the distance between him and his body was exactly the maximum distance of this circle, that is, the diameter of the circle.

“Why is it like this?”

Saul couldn’t figure it out.

If it was the fact that he couldn’t leave his body too far because of the body’s constraints on his soul, it should be a circle centered on his body.

Now in this situation, it was as if the point that truly constrained Saul’s soul’s range of motion was not in his physical body, but in the middle point between his physical body and where he was now.

Saul, who had once again explored fruitlessly, stood on the circumference opposite to his own body and pondered what to do next.

“If I never make it back to my body, will I just die?”

I don’t know if it was a psychological factor, but just as Saul thought this, he felt a sense of weakness coming from the depths of his soul.

It was also at this moment that the diary flew out and unfolded rapidly in front of Sol.

[Sol Calendar 316, April 23rd.
Are you proud of destroying an evil spirit?
Are you excited about the sudden increase in your magic power?

Did you feel a breakthrough in your spiritual power?

But you can’t get excited too many times.

If you’re too excited, you’ll have another problem.
You’ve got a problem. You’ve got a problem. You’ve got a problem.

Now, they’re fighting.
As the poor little guy in the middle.
You get kicked out.

Maybe you can hide from the cold wind in your diary.
but your body may not be able to stand the prolonged emptiness.

Perhaps it will choose to open its arms and
to welcome new guests into the house?]

Yes, it’s five o’clock again!

(End of chapter)