Chapter 518 – The Shock from the Schoolmasters

Chapter 518 – Shock from the Hegemonist

After exiting the room where the crowd was being held, outside was an extremely primitive passageway.

Surrounded by soil, traces of the reinforcement of the spell formation were faintly visible.

The lighting equipment was still only the glowing plants by their feet.

Thor followed the old hag closely, passing the first door, the second, and then walking for about five minutes before he saw the third.

And half a meter apart from the third door was the fourth door, followed by another long, dim passage.

“I should be underground, or in the mountains.” Saul silently estimated, and tried to feel the direction of the air flow to determine the direction of the exit.

The old hag stopped in front of the third door and pushed in first.

Behind the door looked like a laboratory, only most of the equipment was rather primitive.

There was not a lot of glassware to be seen here, it was mostly made of wood. Considering the problem of liquid penetration, the tops were brushed with a coating of unknown composition.

“Since you said you’re good at sorcerous body modification, let’s make a simple subject for me to look at first.”

The old witch pushed Saul in and sat him down at a table.

The old hag then rummaged through a large basin from a cabinet against the wall and heaved it in front of Saul.

Inside the large basin were piles of parchment rolls.

Saul took the initiative to hold up all the rolls of paper, and saw what looked like dough covered underneath.

But upon closer inspection, the dough was actually writhing.

Saul poked it with his finger, and the dough immediately dented and didn’t spring back for a long time.

But when Saul twisted his head to look at the contents of the parchment, the dough regained its shape in a flash.

“Since your talent is so strong, you shouldn’t need me to explain, I’ll come see you at this time tomorrow, and if you don’t perfect this transformation idea, I’ll ram you into the basin.”

The old hag didn’t give Saul an explanation, and simply let him examine the subject on his own.

Seeing that Saul didn’t have any questions, she went directly to the next room, not even closing the door, certain that Saul wouldn’t be able to leave.

Saul only had one day to review the questions and solve them. However, he was not panicked and spread out all the parchments one by one.

The table was not big enough, so he put it on the floor.

“Next, ten pieces of parchment each, it’s okay if you don’t have any ideas for a while, let’s rationalize the topic first.”

Saul craned his neck and rotated his wrists, suddenly seeming to go back to a time when he was once inside the Wizard’s Tower and just had to study.

……

A day passed.

The old witch let out a long sigh and slowly got up from the ground.

Although she kept saying outside that her witch body transformation experiment was about to succeed. But only she knew that her experiment had been stuck at a critical step for over a year.

The Ochre Power that had once given her experiment a new breakthrough hadn’t been put to use for a long time, and every time she came up with an idea, it was useless.

“I hope that boy has some new ideas. No, even if he can only solve one of the little problems.”

“If he spends a day but can’t solve anything, can’t see …… I’ll …… No, forget it, the wind has been a bit tight lately, and it’s too dangerous to go out and arrest people. Otherwise, just give that kid a few more chances. After all, didn’t Ochili, the master potioneer, fail to solve my problem as well?”

The old hag shook her head as she was about to take a step, but her left foot didn’t keep up with her right and she nearly fell.

At once, her expression twisted, as if she was forcibly suppressing her anger.

She looked down and jerked up her pants near her left foot and saw that her ankle was contorting over and over. It was as if someone was kneading her calf like it was dough.

The old hag bared her teeth, her huge jaw almost pocketing the upper half of her face. She raised her hand and slapped herself so hard on her calf several times that she almost heard the sound of bones breaking. But in the next instant, the old hag healed herself with witchcraft, and her leg did not deform any more recklessly.

She looked up, straightened her pants, and walked out of the room as if nothing had happened.

Out the door, turn left, and enter.

She saw Saul sitting at the round table with his chin in his hand.

The parchments were all open and spread out on the floor. The tabletop had a mountain of balled up scraps of paper.

And Saul’s brow was furrowed, and a few drops of sweat were about to fall from his forehead. The water-absorbing pen in his hand was trembling in mid-air, and the ink was about to fall out, but he never put pen to paper.

The old witch frowned at the situation, thinking: ”Does he have no idea at all? With this he still dares to say that he is good at witchcraft transformation?”

This gave her a kind of anger of being tricked, when she took the first step, what was still in her mind was to dismantle the person and use him as a material, but when she took the second step, she had already changed her mind.

“Forget it, just find a reason to let him muddle through first, if it is three days …… or ten days …… or one month. If he doesn’t have any thoughts for a month, then ……”

Thinking of this, the old witch had already looked at the paper in front of Saul.

Densely packed, a large piece of writing!

The old hag froze, and immediately accelerated her steps and walked to Saul’s side.

And Saul was surprisingly still looking down in thought at this moment, seemingly completely unaware that the old witch had come to his side.

The old hag looked at the handwriting on the paper, and at first scrutinized it with the attitude of an inspector, but as she watched, she looked in.

A novel and excellent solution to a problem was something that was even more appealing than the gossip between the Firefly Master and the Wind Demon.

The old witch had been reading from the beginning to the end, and when she finally saw a drop of ink falling onto the paper, she wondered what kind of novel rune it was, and after half a day’s thought, she realized that it was just ink dripping from the tip of a pen.

“What next? Why don’t you write?” The old hag scratched her heart with difficulty, and at the same time was shocked at Sol’s novel idea.

She even wanted to peel off Saul’s brain to see how it grew inside.

As if startled, Saul dropped the blotting pen in his hand onto the table.

He looked up at the old hag’s ugly face close at hand, and then at the messy paper on the table, his voice trembled a little, “I, I’ve encountered a difficulty, and it may take a little more time.”

The old hag turned her head with cassette-like stiffness, looking at Saul’s boyish face, surprisingly unable to say the words, “You’re surprisingly close to completing this transformation theory?” Words.

Yes!

What the old witch had given Saul wasn’t some random remodeling topic at all.

What she gave Saul was precisely the witch body transformation experiment that she was currently researching, wanting to fuse the strengths of multiple races in order to achieve a perfect body!
She had been trapped in this place for many years, and this transformation experiment was the only thing she could rely on to turn her life around. How could she have the heart to research other transformation topics?
In addition, not telling Saul about the real situation of this transformation experiment was also to avoid Saul’s psychological pressure being too great when he knew that the topic was too difficult, leading to a lack of any thoughts at all.

This was also the lesson that the old witch had summarized after capturing a dozen or so captives.

It was just that she couldn’t have imagined any longer that Saul had used only one day to break through the obstacles she had been trapped in for a year, and had also been able to deduce the transformation formula to the last step.

The old hag opened her mouth with difficulty, as if she heard her upper and lower teeth fighting.

“You, how long will it take you to overcome the final difficulty?”

Sol opened her mouth, closed it, opened it again, and carefully extended a finger.

“Would a month …… do?”

The old hag opened her mouth, closed it, and opened it again.

“OK …… it …….”

Saul: Knowledge changes lives …… luck.

(End of chapter)