Chapter 348: He’ll talk.

Chapter 348: He Will Speak
Although Saul had known for a long time that this synthetic soul vessel would definitely not be as solid as a naturally conceived body.

However, if there were so many “rust stains”, wouldn’t that mean that each experiment body wouldn’t have a very long lifespan?
“What’s wrong with you? Let’s do it.” Kaz’s low, hoarse voice came out.

Saul hurriedly lowered his head, pressed down the sigh in his heart, and began to carefully pick out the “rust”.

Kaz stared at Saul for a while, making sure that there was no problem with what he was doing, and satisfaction flashed in his eyes before he continued to inspect the rest of the body.

“Tch, Kaz, look at Saul, he’s no less efficient than you are right now.” Rum stretched his neck and stared at Saul picking and choosing, not forgetting to sarcastically criticize Kaz with his mouth.

“Hmph! Why don’t you get on with it? There’s four to deal with today, and this is only the second one.”

Not to be offended, Rum extended his three-part arm with two elbow joints, deftly twitched his equally slender ten fingers, and gently pressed them to the male apprentice’s head.

Saul’s eyes were immediately drawn to it.

Then, he saw that Tutor Rum did not know where or what he had touched, only to see the latter gently …… cupping the skull of the experiment!
Such a powerful sense of immediacy instantly reminded Saul of the history that he had once read on Komoro.

At that time, Mrs. Yura had also had her skull gently sliced off by Golza behind her all of a sudden.

Saul’s movements stopped, and this time Mentor Katz did not urge him any further.

Saul’s eyes fell to the severed skull of the experiment and realized that there was no brain in the skull, but rather a mass of whipped cream foam.

After the skull was picked up, the “cream foam” continued to change. There was always an old foam breaking up, and there was always a new foam being created.

When Rum saw the white foam, the smile on his face disappeared a little.

“Well, it’s a little less again. I guess it can still be used three or four times.” Mentor Rum’s nimble fingers placed a few drops of the potion inside the male apprentice’s brain, tested it some more with other props, and then finally pieced the head back together with precision.

“It’s a pity that the tower master doesn’t make deals with landwalkers now. Otherwise the substitute for the brain matter would be better to use the eyes of a thousand-eyed banshee.”

Kaz picked up without lifting his head, “But it’s also easier to get out of control.”

Hearing this, Saul, who was working seriously with his head down, suddenly blinked.

He remembered a person.

After a quick examination of the head and limbs, the mentors did not move the torso again.

The souls of the experimental subjects were sealed there with sorcery spells, and this they would not move easily.

Rum only briefly checked the solidity of the spell formation and withdrew his hand.

And at this time, Saul and Mentor Katz also happened to have cleared an arm and a leg each.

“Not bad, it’s really much more efficient.” Rum nodded, a pleasant expression returning to his face.

After repairing all the wounds on his body, the male apprentice lying on the lab table was awakened.

He stood up in a bit of a daze, as if he had just taken a short nap.

Mentor Rum tested a few more maneuvers and waved him out.

Just as that apprentice bowed his head and prepared to leave, Rum suddenly said quietly, “Today is the last regular checkup, so you don’t need to come over in the future.”

The male apprentice who had just bent his waist deeply immediately froze there.

After a full five seconds, he raised his head with an incredulous expression, “Mentor, Mentor Rum, but I’m only on my third inspection.”

The unbelievable expression consisted of slightly widened eyes and gently quivering lips.

This was already the limit of what a face paralyzed experimenter could do.

But Rum didn’t give too much of an explanation, he waved his hand, “Get out, you can check yourself out later too.”

How do you give yourself a checkup yourself?
Self-anatomy?
The male apprentice seemed to want to ask something else, but Mentor Rum no longer wanted him to speak. The male apprentice could only walk out of the room full of reluctance as well as doubt, and now he finally knew why the 1st female apprentice’s face was so gloomy when she came out.

But the ones who became soul infused experimental subjects were themselves 1st level apprentices who could not be promoted. There was no ability to resist, nor even the ability to choose a path for the future.

The male apprentice moved even more stiffly than when he came, and as he walked out, Instructor Rum said in a loud voice, “Next.”

Hayden, who was wearing the shell of a 147 container, quickly walked in.

Although she also had a facepalm face, Saul, who had spent more time with Hayden, could still see a hint of doubt in her slightly flashing eyes.

Next, Hayden went through the full process of regular checkups as well. When her body was healed and she stood up from the lab table again, she heard the “bad news” from Mentor Rum’s own mouth.

But unlike the reaction of the others, Hayden subconsciously glanced at Saul.

Saul nodded his head slightly and did not say anything.

There was a hint of unease in Hayden’s expression as well, but it was clearly not as somber as the two apprentices before him.

Without even opening her mouth to plead, she turned and walked out of the room just as Mentor Rum gestured for her to leave for the first time.

After the last apprentice of today’s regular inspection also left Mentor Rum’s room with a lost look on his face, Rum casually threw away the various equipment, twisted his head to look at Saul and said, “It seems that your experiments are progressing nicely, and 147 already trusts you so much that you didn’t panic even when you heard about the termination of the regular inspection.”

Tutor Rum stopping the regular inspection of the container was actually giving up the soul infusion experiment. And Saul was currently not too sure that he could help Hayden continue.

Seeing that Saul could create new experimental subjects on his own, Hayden probably assumed that he could also carry out soul infusion experiments independently, not realizing that Herman’s situation was completely different from his.

But Saul was also calm, and if there really was no other way, he could consider transforming Hayden into a page when the time came.

Of course, unlike the case of the others, Saul would give Hayden a chance to choose.

This matter could go back and think about it again, Saul shook his head, not admitting that he did have the ability to keep Hayden.

“She’s just ignorant.”

“Ignorant?” Rum grinned at the comment, his fat unfurling noticeably this time.

Even Kazhead, who was silently gathering his own things, couldn’t help but look up at Saul.

“I’ve heard you can often say some very interesting things.”

Kaz packed up his things, his hand went up his sleeve, and the large bag of equipment was gone. Apparently there was something like a space compression prop.

Saul had bought one on the airboat a while back as well, sight unseen.

“Anyone can say such things, but how many people really understand their ignorance?”

Accustomed to Mentor Kaz’s venomous tongue, Sol leaned in slightly to salute.

He then looked at Rum, “Mentor Rum, why did you suddenly suspend the regular inspection …… Could it be that the soul infusion experiment is going to be suspended?”

“It’s not aborted, it’s terminated.” Mentor Rum answered him in a good mood, “Now that the resurrection experiments have had a new breakthrough, the tower master needs us to devote all of our energies to the new experiments. Experiments like Soul Infusion, which has completely failed to progress, naturally need to be terminated.”

Mentor Rum did not tell Sol what the new breakthrough was, and Mentor Katz did not mention it either.

It was as if they were deliberately provoking Saul’s curiosity, revealing only a little bit and then keeping their mouths shut.

Watching Sol reveal a rare expression of defeat befitting a fifteen year old, Tutor Rum laughed even more.

“Haha, don’t worry, even if we don’t say anything, you can still go ask your tower master!” But when he said this, Mentor Rum’s voice suddenly lowered an octave, “If …… the tower master thinks he can tell you …… he will.”

(End of chapter)