Chapter 390: Two halves

Chapter 390 Two Halves
“…… Therefore, I found that the gray matter has a certain effect on the strengthening of the soul, only that I haven’t studied to understand what the specific ingredients inside the gray matter are, but it can be filtered to eliminate the harmful substances tested in it.”

Byron made a presentation of his theory and verification results to the two. Of course overly detailed things he didn’t say, that would require credits in exchange.

Well, even a mentor couldn’t whore himself out for nothing.

But both Yura and Rum were quite powerful wizards, even if Byron only said a little bit of the skinny, they could figure out the principles as well as the rationality of it.

“But ……” Byron hesitated before voicing one of his concerns, “I seem to have discovered a hidden problem after taking a potion made of gray matter, but I’m not sure of the severity yet. ”

Yura and Rum looked at each other, clearly more interested in Byron’s research.

“What hidden danger …… ah!” Yura had just asked with interest when she suddenly shrieked in pain.

“Yura!” Rum immediately looked over in concern, three slender arms probing over to try and check Yuura’s state.

However the pain didn’t end immediately.

“Ah…” the pain in Yuura’s voice increased once again, making her form a little unsteady.

The edges of the black silhouette rolled downward in a sticky oily substance like wax oil.

Rum immediately stopped approaching and snapped, “Your mental body is under attack, calm down!”

Yura unusually skillfully crushed the blue water pokémon in her left hand with one hand, followed by a stream of white soot with a shimmering light drifting out and burrowing into Yura’s skull.

Byron, who was at the side, was stunned, not realizing that the Blue Water Prana was used in this way in their place.

He was still thinking in his mind what the principle and composition of that soot was.

Yura was clearly in better shape, but the edges weren’t quite defined.

Her consciousness seemed to be a little fuzzy, and she actually raised her hand and crushed the gray matter handed to her by Byron in her right hand as well, and then ……

The same glowing shimmering smoke floated out from it, surprisingly identical to the smoke from the Blue Water Spirit just now.

This time Byron lowered his head and withdrew his sight, trying to empty his mind as well.

After absorbing the smoke from the gray matter, Yura was once again in a better state.

At the very least it could already be seen as a silhouette of a beautiful woman.

Rum sighed in relief at the sight and looked sideways at Byron.

At the same time, Yura, who had regained her stability, looked sideways, as if showing a pair of wooden eyes in the darkness as well.

The room suddenly fell into a terrible silence.

Just before Byron’s skin began to react with stress all over his body as he was stared at by the two, Mentor Rum finally spoke.

“You can go back first, and when Tower Master returns, I will report your research results to him. Whether or not you can participate in the resurrection experiment will ultimately require the nod of the tower master.”

“Uh-huh.”

Byron nodded quietly, then obediently left.

As Byron walked out of Mentor Rum’s room and gently closed the sliding door behind him, his steps became heavy for a moment.

But then he resumed his original frequency and headed out with a calm face.

All the way back to his dormitory, closing the door behind him, crossing the cluttered room, sitting down at his desk, taking both hands gently out of his sleeves and placing them on the table in front of him ……

His hands were trembling gently.

The scene just now where Yuura absorbed the Blue Water Spirit and the Gray Matter, if anyone else had seen it, they might have just been a little puzzled.

But Byron was different, he had been studying the gray matter for almost all of these half a year.

There was no difference between the way Youra used the Gray Matter and the Blue Water Spirit!
Most importantly, Byron suddenly understood what that smoke he had never discovered before was.

It was an extremely terrifying evil thought, something that was enough to drive an ordinary person’s soul straight into madness.

It was as if he understood what the hidden danger was that he had never been able to figure out.

But in Mentor Rum’s room, he didn’t dare to show it at all.

Because those two men’s skillful movements and knowing looks were equally alarming to him.

Can a substance …… that hides extreme evil thoughts in its deepest depths really be an agent that stabilizes the soul and bonds the body and spirit?

Won t it …… have very dangerous hidden dangers?
A headache akin to a warning of danger kept irritating Byron, making him want nothing more than to get away from those two strange people at that moment.

After stabilizing for a while, Byron immediately rummaged through a pile of materials and pulled out a paper and pen.

He began to write quickly.

The quill left a somewhat messy handwriting on the slightly yellowed paper, but what was left behind were several complex three-dimensional coordinates.

“Tsk tsk tsk …… you’re really sharp!”

Suddenly, a woman’s voice sounded behind Byron.

The movement of Byron’s writing froze. He lifted his head, his gaze shifted a little bit to the side and back of his body, and he realized that Yura was sitting on the back of his chair, the black silhouette couldn’t see the head, and he could only see that the neck was stretched out more than a meter long.

From this angle, the head …… connected to the end of the black silhouette s neck should be right on top of his head.

“Yu, Mrs. Yura.”

The black head slid down a little bit from the top of Byron’s head to the side of his ear, and the voice accompanied by a cold exhale entered his ear together.

“I don’t know what you’re writing, but as soon as you come back, you’re writing these strange things …… You’re delivering a message, right?”

Byron was thankful at this point that through a layer of skin, his fear didn’t show as much.

So he tried his best to compose himself and answer Yura’s question as nonchalantly as possible.

“I just suddenly thought of a question that needs ……”

“Swish-“

Byron was forced to abort in the middle of his words.

It was as if he saw something suddenly drill through between his eyes.

Then, he saw Mrs. Yura who shifted from behind him to the table in front of him.

He looked steadily at the other man’s slender, paper-thin voice and could no longer utter a word.

For her part, Yura sat down on the long table before Byron and sighed softly.

“It’s a shame that Billy won’t come forward, and you know too much; a good formula for a blue-water prancing transformation can’t be lent to you.”

Yuura reached out and gently stroked Byron’s silhouette, “It’s hard to find an honest person like you in the Wizard’s Tower.”

She withdrew her hand.

A strange sound resonated through Byron.

Kind of like peeling siding, kind of like twine that’s being tautened.

Before Yura, Byron’s body was slowly splitting in two.

The cut that exposed his body was black and smooth as a mirror.

Yet soft enough to soften like leather.

Byron slid slowly to the floor, from the left and right sides of the chair.

“Mmmm~” Yura’s withdrawn hand lifted back up to the side of her own face, caressing her own profile in the same way, watching the scene in front of her with great enjoyment.

“Knock knock.”

There was a knock on the door.

Yura laughed softly and jumped down from the long table, walking moodily to the door and reaching out to open it.

Outside the door, Rokai was smiling.

“Senior Byron, I have a few questions for you.”

“Hmm.” In Yura’s black shadow, Byron’s voice came out.

Rokai, who had gotten his master’s permission, walked into Byron’s dormitory and closed the door with his backhand.

He came to the long table and wasn’t surprised to find Byron-senpai who had turned in half.

He just gave it a faint glance and shifted his eyes to the long table.

“This should be a symbol invented by Sol.”

Yuura came over and asked, “Can you read it?”

“Can’t read it, hee hee hee.” Rokai was pleasantly surprised, “But that’s okay, as long as the recipient of the message can’t see it.”

He picked up the piece of paper and quickly reduced it to ashes with a simple flame spell.

He then looked down at Byron’s desk and smiled again.

“Hee hee hee hee hee.”

Yura cocked her head and looked over, “What are you laughing at?”

“Byron-senpai writes so hard, he’s printing on the table.”

After saying that, Rokai’s hand brushed against the desktop.

The originally flat and slightly etched desktop immediately became pitted and rough.

(End of Chapter)