Chapter 407: False? Real?

Chapter 407: False? Real?
“They killed Mentor Golza!”

Haywood was unusually angry, his leathery hands clenched into fists and waved them in front of his chest.

It seemed like he wanted to beat those rebels up again.

“Just knew those mezzanine eyes would make up a history for these hundred years.” Saul felt amused.

In their conception, it was normal that they would set Golza up to die of betrayal.

After all, these eyes probably died because of the tower master in their lifetime as well.

And then after death, they were imprisoned in the mezzanine forever, dozing away day after day.

Still, Saul acted shocked, “Are you saying that someone killed the tower master and destroyed the wizard’s tower?”

He then appropriately showed skepticism, “How could a group of first-rank wizards kill the tower master?”

“I don’t know the exact process.” Heywood revealed a regretful expression, “It was the final step of Madam Yura’s resurrection experiment. And I had to rest in the first storehouse because I had exhausted my strength due to the preparations for the front experiment.”

Who knew that between my half-asleep and half-awake moments, the upper floor of the Sorcerer Tower suddenly emitted a huge fluctuation of magic power and spiritual power. I was just about to get up when I heard a loud bang, and I was stunned almost without resistance.”

When I woke up, I wanted to go see what had happened. As a result, I saw that several tutors were all surrounding Tutor Golza, and the tutor’s state was clearly not right, not right ……”

The pale Haywood unexpectedly began to tremble all over, and when the wind blew over again, the head full of silver strands was taken away for the most part, revealing the skin underneath as if it had been severely burned.

At the same time, it also showed Saul that the back of his head where Heidi had originally been parasitized was dented into a crater, as if half of a person’s brain had been hollowed out!
“I was going to save my mentor.” The elderly Heywood didn’t even notice his change, he was still staring blankly at the sky, “But as I was going over, Mentor suddenly started to explode snowflakes all over his body.”

Saul frowned, thinking, “Bursting with snowflakes? Not blood flowers? Isn’t that what that half-elf looked like when he died? Could this illusion be referencing my recent memories?”

The Wizard Tower being the specialty of a huge family with at least a third-rank official wizard, Saul was not sure if what was in the mezzanine had a similar ability as the Nightmare Butterfly.

But he had a diary to protect him, plus his soul’s own history had secrets that he couldn’t pry into, and it should be difficult to see his memories in general.

Or maybe this illusion was like a dream, and although it was initiated by someone else, the content of the dream was actually of his own making.

Of course, there are all sorts of other possibilities, such as the content of which comes from the thoughts of others ……

With the intention of determining the cause of the illusion, Saul tried to follow up with a question, “How did the mentor get snowflakes on his body?”

Haywood shook his head in bewilderment, “I don’t know, no one knows. I only saw that snowflake …… that snowflake contaminated everyone, all the spirits, all the plants in the nearby kilometers ……”

I was so scared, so scared, so scared, that I didn’t think of anything, so I drilled into the abandoned underground laboratory and hid in the deepest part of the Soul Devouring Devil Swamp. But despite that, I was still contaminated. It was Heidi who took the initiative to absorb all the contamination and then detached herself from my body and blew herself up, which saved my life.”

I was muddled for decades before I slowly came to my senses and grabbed an outside hunter to ask about it, only then did I realize how much time had passed. Only then did I realize that almost everyone in the Witch Tower had died. Only me and a few sorcerer apprentices who were out there and didn’t return escaped.”

The older Heywood bowed his head and stuck his hands out of his sleeves.

Those hands were like gnarled tree branches in the darkness of the night, unusually stiff when they tried to move them.

“But I also lost most of my power as a result, and am only barely a first level apprentice.”

When he finished, he looked up again, gazing into Sol’s face, “Where exactly have you been? Some thought you were dead, others speculated that you had long known about the contamination on the tower master and ran away. But when I look at you today, you seem to be exactly as you were when you disappeared.”

Heywood’s gaze fell from Saul’s face to his clothes, “The clothes are all exactly the same, no signs of wear and tear. It’s as if time has stopped on you.”

Saul stepped forward, his paws rustling on the weeds.

“Me? I somehow fell into a pit and climbed out to see the world in this shape, and you came out to tell me a hundred years had passed.”

Saul continued to approach Haywood.

The latter didn’t react at first, but gradually became frightened.

He took a step back, tripped over the masonry behind his feet, and stumbled two steps.

Seeing the other man’s intention to retreat, Saul immediately stomped on the ground with both feet and quickly pursued him. Haywood turned around and tried to run, but how could his porous body outrun the young and strong Saul?
Soon was Saul hooped the back of the neck, a hand pressed on the broken wall.

“What are you doing?” Haywood struggled in panic, not at all having the kind of elegance of a hundred years ago, a top level three apprentice.

It seemed that pollution and death had drained his essence.

“Don’t worry, no intention to kill you.” Saul easily restrained his opponent, not simply to consume an illusion product.

As the only creature in the entire illusionary realm that had an autonomous consciousness and the ability to respond and react, the values and data on him were well worth studying and analyzing.

Saul probed his spiritual energy out and felt the fluctuations in the other party’s feedback. After that, he carefully understood Haywood’s injuries and physical state.

“These data look so real.” Saul let go of the pale Heywood, who was suddenly a little less certain.

Was this place really just an illusion created by the Grudge Eyes?
How could those eyes create such reasonable data unless they experienced it themselves?
Haywood coughed lightly twice, whether from his appearance or the data that Saul had just sensed, his body was very weak.

It was also unknown how he had survived for more than a hundred years.

At this time, the sunlight behind the two began to become dim.

The sun was going down.

Haywood wasn’t angry, “Are you testing me? I know it’s hard to believe, but it’s true. It is almost dark and we must enter the ruins of the Wizard’s Tower or we will be approached by deadly guests.”

Seeing Heywood so calm, Saul did not make another move, “What kind of enemy? Wouldn’t it be enough to leave this place?”

Haywood had already started to turn around and walk back.

“There’s no use, whether you stay in the dark or try to leave, you’ll be killed by the guys who are watching you. I almost died there after just walking around the surrounding forest and catching a few nearby hunters. If I hadn’t come to my senses in time and rushed back here, I would have died at the hands of the mutated commoners.”

Those horrors seemed to have absorbed all the grievances within the Sorcerer’s Tower, incomparably terrifying and powerful. They shrouded the periphery of the Sorcerer’s Tower forever, like a nightmare.”

“So powerful? Can’t even go out?”

“Exactly.” Seeing that Saul didn’t follow, Heywood couldn’t help but turn around and ask helplessly, “What about if you come through? There’s no need to worry about any traps here. You should have seen it just now, I don’t even have the power to activate a large sorcery spell formation. It won’t be a match for you at all.”

Saul smiled and finally took a step to follow.

“I was just curious about the enemies you mentioned and wanted to see what they looked like. From your description, some of them look like evil spirits.”

“It would be good if they were just evil spirits. In a moment, when it’s completely dark, you’ll see it.”

Heywood led Saul through a door in the west tower location.

Since there was only a part of the first floor and a small amount of the second floor left in the Sorcerer’s Tower, Heywood had been living on the first floor of the West Tower all these years.

This place originally belonged to a junkyard-like existence, but many supplies could be found as a result.

Haywood had built a small house right in the middle of this junkyard.

The first thing Haywood did when he entered this building, which could be called a dangerous house, was to light a candle lamp.

This candle lamp was very familiar, it was the white candles that could be seen everywhere in the wizard’s tower.

“After dark, never leave the range of the candle lamp’s light source.”

Haywood turned back, the ghastly white light shone on his face, illuminating the scars on his face even more horribly.

“Or you will die as well.”

(End of chapter)