Chapter 519.
Chapter 519: Constructing an Inn in Plain Sight
The old witch ended up giving Sol a month’s time.
Although when she started, she decided to give Sol a month to study.
It was a month before and after, as if nothing was different, yet it seemed like everything was different!
The old hag brought Saul back to the cage with an expressionless face, not saying another word the entire time.
And Saul followed her closely, looking a little apprehensive, as if he was afraid that the other party would change her mind halfway and not give him another month.
When Saul was brought back this time, several other “cellmates” all looked over.
When they saw Saul who came back alive, they finally stopped treating him as air.
“I can’t believe he actually did it.” The wizard who had never spoken to Saul in the cage to the left of Ochre muttered.
The giants’ and dwarves’ gazes followed Saul as well. There was surprise, fear, and deep concern in their eyes.
The barbarian suddenly sang a loud, unpleasant tune as Thor passed by, and even hooked his feet on the bars above his head, trying to hang himself upside down.
“Quiet!”
“Snap!” The old hag nonchalantly drew a wooden bar and viciously whipped the barbarian’s foot hooked to the railing.
The barbarian fell to the ground with a “bam” and wailed silently, covering his foot.
Saul noticed that the skin on the center of his foot was torn off just by the blow.
The wooden bar seemed to be able to devour people.
The atmosphere of the room, which had been boiling like boiling water, suddenly returned to dead silence.
The old hag pushed Saul into the half-human-high cage and continued to stare at him fiercely.
“Remember, you only have, ahem, one month to either complete the task I’ve given you, or today next month, lunch with meat!”
After saying that, the old hag turned around and left, her back looking as overbearing as ever.
However, Saul, who had just been locked up, held the bars of the cage with both hands and looked at the old witch’s back, but there was a hint of laughter flashing in his eyes.
When the old witch closed the gate and left, the others who were locked in the cage looked at Saul once again.
But this time it was Ochili who was the first to speak.
“It seems that your performance has pleased the old hag quite a bit.” Ochili looked at Saul with a hint of probing in his eyes.
Saul collected his expression and smiled bitterly with his head bowed, “Satisfied? Which eye can you see satisfaction? I simply didn’t complete the task she gave me. A month …… later I still don t know what will happen?”
Ouchili was first a little confused, and then revealed a thoughtful look.
The wizard on the other side of Ochili muttered in a low voice again, “The old witch has actually gone soft?”
He looks up at Sol for a few moments, then looks down again and says meaningfully, “Perhaps it is our new companion who has pleased the old hag in some way.”
Before Saul could respond, a flash of disgust was evident on Ochili’s face, and he glanced next door, saying nothing after all.
As for the others, the barbarians didn’t react, the giants and dwarves looked at Saul with quite eager eyes. Just the language barrier, Saul did not know what they were muttering.
Gradually, the others also lost interest in Saul, one by one re-sitting back hunched over.
It was only until this time that Saul slowly buried his head in the crook of his arm, revealing a trace of an unrestrained smile.
Just now, while researching the witch body modification of the perfect body, a new idea suddenly popped up in his mind. And for this idea to fall into place, it needed time, and even more so, it needed materials and props ……
Saul thought that he wouldn’t be able to see the old witch until at least once a day when it was time for soup.
As a result, after only about ten minutes, the other party suddenly rushed in.
She didn’t have a cart or bring anything else with her, she just rushed to Saul’s cage, grasped the bars, and looked Saul up and down several times.
However, just when Saul thought that the other party would say something, or hand him some new task, the old hag left the room again without a word.
She did not communicate with Saul again until she was drinking soup again, and the old hag took the bowl of soup and Ochili with her in passing.
After Ochili left, the other witch looked at Saul and grimaced, “Sure enough, happy for nothing.”
Saul still didn’t say anything, he just glanced at the witch who was buzzing like a fly and closed his eyes pretending to meditate.
He was mentally communicating with several other consciousnesses.
“There’s nothing wrong with our transformation program, right?”
AN: [This program combines the Blood Rose’s blood and flesh sorcery that has been studied for hundreds of years and the master’s Spirit Devouring Ester, plus the master’s high-speed deduction, the other party will definitely not be able to see the cracks]. The perfect body transformation program researched by the old witch was indeed difficult. It was simply impossible for an ordinary first rank witch to research such a difficult subject.
But Saul was not an ordinary first-order sorcerer either.
He had expended a lot of energy on witch body transformation during his years in the Witch Tower. And in the later stages, he had also studied the various container making experiments that Mentor Golza had carried out in order to resurrect Madame Yura.
His knowledge and insight in body modification, as well as body manufacturing, was more powerful than many second-order sorcerers.
Plus, before entering the Lordless Land, Saul had just received the Blood Rose Family’s ultimate transformation program, Flesh and Blood Merging Spirit, from Ann.
It could be said that his knowledge base in this area as well as his practical combat experience was simply not something that the old witch and Ochili could imagine!
What’s more, he also had the diary, the diary of the death wizard who held veto power and could directly see if the end of the thought was the right answer.
So in just one day’s time, Saul had pushed the progress of the experiments that the old witch, Ouchlie and the others had been working on for years forward by a large margin.
It wasn’t even far from completion.
Saul parsed the last step with some reservation, leaving himself a card.
In fact, he didn’t even need a month if he wanted to complete this transformation formula!
After an unknown amount of time again, Ochili was pressed back by the old witch.
Upon entering the cage, he had been sitting with his face turned toward Sol, frozen for a long time without speaking.
It wasn’t until everyone else seemed to have fallen asleep that Ochili suddenly struggled to squeeze his face against the bars and glared at Saul.
“How did you come up with a solution to the problem of multi-racial attribute compatibility?” Ochili lowered his voice, not seeming to want the others to hear.
Saul, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, kindly moved to the edge of the cage, near Ochili’s side.
“I have seen my mentor perform a similar experiment.”
“Who was your mentor?”
“Uh, I don’t think you recognize it.”
Although it was said that the Sorcerer Tower Master’s reputation was quite loud. But when he thought of Mentor Golza’s character, Saul felt that the probability of meeting his enemies was mostly higher than the probability of meeting his friends.
“I think we can cooperate …… in the future,” Ochili’s voice lowered a lot more.
After a sleep ……
Saul stretched.
The inability to meditate deeply in the cage had allowed Saul to get a good night’s sleep.
From this day on, the old hag would take Saul out with Ochre every time she started an experiment.
They first spent two days verifying that Saul’s theories did have the possibility of being practiced, after which they began to continue their experiments along Saul’s formulas and reasoning.
The old hag’s temper was obviously better, and sometimes when the savages went mad again, she stopped beating them.
Although Ochili didn’t contribute much in thinking of solutions, he was still rigorous and meticulous when doing experiments, helping Saul save a lot of tedious groundwork.
Seeing the witch body transformation of the perfect body a little bit on track.
But after a few days passed, the old witch suddenly realized that she didn’t have enough materials in her inventory.
“Why is it being consumed so quickly?” The old witch frowned and pinched her waist, “Is it because I’ve made too many reference groups recently?”
“I’m going out.” She walked over to the two busy witches and interrupted them.
The old witch didn’t want to go out at this time of the day, but she was going to take a chance in order not to delay the progress of the experiment.
“Ah …… well then.” Saul sniffed and reluctantly put down the charcoal pencil in his hand – he had made his own charcoal pencil after he disliked the fact that the absorbent pen could write too few words at once.
However, when he put down the pen and paper and held onto the table in preparation to follow the old hag, he realized that she wasn’t moving.
“What?”
“This time, you don’t need to go back to the cage.” The old hag grinned, but her eyes were cold, “Continue your research here, but don’t try to escape. No matter how far you run, I will be able to capture you back.”
“In that case ……,” Saul gave a happy smile, “Don’t worry, I won’t run away.”
(End of chapter)