Chapter 321 – Experiment 147

Chapter 321 Experimental Body 147
Since the showdown, Saul’s status seems to have been raised another notch by Golza.

Because during one of his daily inventory of the storehouse, he noticed that in the storehouse code, the rules on the first page had changed!

The first item, the number of burning candles was still to be kept above eighty-eight.

But the second item, not to use numbered items at will, became not to take numbered items out of the storehouse without permission.

In other words, Golza opened up access to the entire treasury to Sol.

Including the corpses that had once belonged to the Yurav Carrier.

At the same time, it was also on this day that the soul infusion experimental body that Saul had been applying for for a long time finally came over to report!
Saul didn’t use the vault manual the first time after realizing the changes in it.

The reason why these things were banned, aside from their rarity, was because of the danger they came with.

Saul was now revisiting all the materials in the second storehouse once more, and he was going to find the parts in there that he could use for the next experiments.

The experiments he wanted to accomplish weren’t just the resurrection experiments handed down to him by his mentor, Saul likewise didn’t intend to give up on his own ability enhancement.

The one that could give him the greatest attack power right now was the combination of the 2nd-rank sorcery Abusive Touch and the tentacles he got from his spirit body morphing to form the attack sorcery against spirit bodies – Soul Dropping.

On top of that, the development of the Consciousness Platform would have to continue, but there was no such hurry.

Saul was walking along the shelves of the storage room when he looked up and saw the “Elven Whisper” that he had once given to Konza to use.

Two of its original leaves had fallen off, leaving only a bare branch. Gortha’s tutor therefore gave the “Elven Whisper” directly to Saul.

However, Saul never used this strange item that could affect one’s perception of time.

“This thing can work on consciousness, can it also act as a spiritual anesthetic?” Saul recorded his thoughts, “But this thing is most likely dead.”

Saul was just about to record the next material when he suddenly felt a magic fluctuation behind him.

He hurriedly looked back, and through the gap between the shelves, he saw a huge quill floating in the air.

“Swish swish swish-“

It was none other than the summoning pen that hadn’t seen any movement for several days.

Saul hurriedly closed his notes and quickly walked towards the summoning pen.

By the time he reached the table, the quill had already finished writing and automatically flew back.

There was only one sentence on the parchment: the assistant has been delivered to the bronze gate.

Thor sighed, “Finally.”

He put down the work in his hands and quickly walked through two corridors to the bronze gate.

When he pushed open the door on the left, a cool and beautiful face appeared in front of him.

It was still blonde, with a dimpled figure, and a black apprentice robe, which was as good as a dress that could walk the red carpet even when worn on the body.

All the subjects in Mentor Rum’s soul infusion experiments seemed to look the same mold.

Only after a few more seconds had passed after Saul opened the door did that blonde second-tier female apprentice stiffly turn her head and look at Saul with an expressionless face.

“Hello, I am number 147, come to cooperate with your experiment.”

Sol sidestepped to let the person in, surveying 147’s somewhat stiff stride.

“576 I’ve always wondered why all of Mentor Rum’s experiments are blonde, when it’s clear that we rarely see blonde races in the Tower.”

147 followed Saul’s side, half a step behind, and said without any rise or fall in his voice, “Our bodies have been modified by Mentor Rum into a uniform look that is easy to distinguish, and doesn’t cause trouble when we meet friends or relatives of the body itself.”

At those words, Sol nodded, “That’s true.” He looked at the woman on his side, who looked to be about in her early twenties. The pupil color and hair color were easily changed under the cosmetic surgery of sorcery, and if someone had told him that this body was originally an old woman, Saul would have believed it.

Although 147 was beautiful in appearance, Saul did not think of her at all. After spending a lot of time in the corpse room and storehouse, looking at anyone looked like material.

Not to mention the fact that this beautiful woman had a man’s soul sealed inside her body.

Once he thought about it, that was really not charming at all.

The two of them returned to the second storehouse, and the entire row of corpses that entered the door really scared 147 a bit.

But because the soul and the body are not in tune, even if they can barely drive the action, some subtle control still can’t be done.

For example, widening the eyes, raising the eyebrows and so on.

So 147’s surprise manifested itself as an expressionless wide open mouth. The mouth stayed open until it could almost fit a fist.

“These are all corpses?” Despite the surprise, 147’s voice remained without a rise or fall.

“Yes. Is there anyone you recognize?”

In his surprise, 147 kept his eyes fixed on a certain corpse, thinking it was someone he recognized.

But that corpse was very senior, having stood here before Saul entered the Sorcerer’s Tower.

147 was able to recognize a third level apprentice that old, so he thought it was also a first level apprentice who had been wasting away in the Sorcerer’s Tower for more than ten years unable to advance, right?

Generally those who were willing to do soul infusion experiments were people who had been unable to advance for such a long time, had no hope, and were unwilling to give up.

“Your soul and body don’t fit together, it’s now forcibly sealed in your body with a sorcery spell, so come over normally and stay away from these corpses.”

“Okay.”

The two walked through the corpses and past the Lynn cargo containers, 147 didn’t dare to look around much, keeping his head down and following Saul closely.

Finally, the two walked to the lab bench at the end of the warehouse. Here was another empty space that had been purposely packed out, as well as a test bed that had been specially requested for the sake of 147, the assistant.

“From now on, you’ll come over every day at 3pm, and the experiments will usually go on until 7pm. I’ll try not to delay your return to the dormitory. By the way, what attribute sorcery did you previously major in?”

Saul nominally recruited an assistant, if the other party also majored in dark attributes, then they could give him a hand in some experiments.

“Dark attribute.” After a few seconds, 147 responded half a beat slower and answered.

Sol raised half an eyebrow and thought to himself, “It’s really not my fault, this 147 reacts so slowly. I’ve come into contact with other experimental subjects of soul infusion before, and although they were slow in perception and had no expression, they didn’t react so slowly. Can it be that I’m a defective one? Should I apply for a new assistant with Mentor Rum?”

With such a slow reaction, then Saul might suffer a loss due to the other party’s untimely feedback when conducting more dangerous experiments.

For example, the life of 147.

Saul raised his eyes to look at 147 in front of him who seemed, perhaps, as if, he had begun to daze again, and simply said, “My experiment is different from other soul infusion experiments. Others may just test the reactions and changes of the soul in various situations, but I’m more focused on the numerical situation of the body when the soul and body come into contact. If you can’t accurately cooperate with the experiment, as well as give timely feedback, then it’s best to withdraw from this dangerous experiment.”

Who knew that as soon as Saul’s words left his mouth, 147 on the opposite side of the room “snapped” and kneeled down.

This time, the movement was much sharper.

Her hands were placed on the ground in front of her body, and her forehead was pressed against the back of her hands.

“My lord,” she said with a broken air in her voice, “I have come after you.”

Thor froze, then drew a cold breath, “Who are you?”

“I …… am Hayden.” Hesitating for a moment, 147 admitted rather brokenly.

Saul: pfft ！！！！
(End of chapter)