Chapter 703 – Evil Thoughts
Chapter 703 Evil Thoughts
Thinking about one of the death traps created by Kismet, Saul thought of a scene he had once seen while observing the history of the diary using the Nightmare Butterfly.
In that history, a certain former owner of the diary was sitting on top of a mountain of corpses and a sea of corpses, holding the diary and sighing.
He must have killed a large number of people for death energy.
Looking at the mountains of corpses piled up, I’m afraid that he had killed a full continent’s worth of people to reach this amount.
Sol asked himself, did he want to turn into the next Kismet, or become the same existence as the former owner of the diary?
Without having to think about it for too long, the answer had already occurred to him.
“Kismet didn’t have a very good life. And the last owner of the diary apparently gave up on sacrificing countless people in the end.”
Saul wasn’t about to follow the same path as his predecessor.
And he vaguely had a new idea in his mind about how to replenish the diary’s death energy.
Saul left the fifth floor of the Sorcerer’s Tower and went down the rotating staircase.
As Saul moved, several eyes emerged from the walls as if in response to a stress reaction.
They would burrow out from within the walls as Saul approached, and would close their eyelids again as Saul left, as hidden as if they weren’t there.
When Saul walked to the third floor, a mouth suddenly emerged from the white door that was the same color as the wizard tower.
“Lord Tower Master!”
The mouth greeted Saul warmly, but before it could get a response from Saul, the gate it was on was pulled open from the inside.
Byron’s wooden face appeared, his eyes filled with green and black, “Perhaps we can recruit some assistants.”
Byron was wearing a special black wizard’s robe with steel pins sticking out of it.
“A new batch of living bodies will also need to be acquired.”
Saul smiled, “Just talk to Hope about those things, he’ll put you in touch with Gaga Drum.”
Byron shows his teeth, “I need apprentices and full wizards to work with for the experiments.”
The smile faded into distortion, and Saul asked helplessly, “Senior, are you still working on the inert formula? It’s about time you put more thought into promotion. I can’t be sure when the Land of the Masterless will erupt with black tide pollution again.”
Byron’s small-scale black tide inerting experiment had been completed, but he had been unable to expand the inerting’s influence.
At most, only one person could be saved at a time.
Later, Byron temporarily gave up expanding the range of influence of inerting and turned to researching the inverse experiment of the inerting experiment.
That is to say, the black powder that had been inerted was reactivated to become a black tide that carried powerful pollution.
Saul advised Byron several times to focus his mind more on personal promotion, but Byron was sometimes stubborn as hell.
He dove headfirst into the Black Tide experiment and surprisingly refused to jump out of the pit.
So much so that for such a long time, his magic power hadn’t changed much.
On the contrary, it was the spiritual power that gradually became tougher in the repeated horizontal jumps between being contaminated and being treated by Sol.
“Don’t worry, I have the numbers.” Byron used his usual excuse again to perfunctorily pass, “I need a few assistants who will cooperate with me in my experiments for a long period of time. It may be necessary for them to live in the Sorcerer’s Tower. Or I can move over to the Mushroom Forest if you don’t find it too convenient.”
“No need to bother.” Saul waved his hand, “Although my sorcerer’s tower isn’t particularly spacious, there’s no problem with housing a dozen more people. Moreover, I put out the mouth and eyes in the mezzanine just to have a monitor in the future when someone else enters the Sorcerer’s Tower.”
Saul thought for a moment and then said, “I’m going to go out for a trip in a couple of days, and I’ll also take Agu and the others with me. Until then, I’ll arrange an assistant for you.”
Byron nodded and didn’t ask Saul where he was going, but would call him if Saul needed it anyway.
With the exchange complete, Byron was not wasting any time at all, and simply closed the door behind him and went back to continue his research.
And the mouth on the gate continued.
“Lord Tower Master, good evening, do you need me to open the door for you?”
“Tsk.” Saul pulled his mouth away in disgust, “It’s been out for so long, and you still don’t have any brains at all.”
The mouth on the gate laughed “heh heh heh”, revealing burnt and sharp teeth, “You are so right!”
Saul continued down, the eyes in the walls following Saul down like colored ribbons of light.
As he came to the basement level, a black mist blocked the stairs, hiding the next level from view. This black mist would keep out unauthorized trespassers.
The depths of the fog hid the Black Tide pollution that had been extracted and then processed by Saul, and even if a third-ranked sorcerer entered, he would be blocked for a while by the sudden appearance of the high-purity pollution.
If they continue to trespass, those with insufficient strength will quickly be eroded by the pollution, and their entire body will be alienated, turning into an unknowable monster.
As the master of the Sorcerer’s Tower, Saul naturally wouldn’t be blocked by the black fog.
In the blink of an eye, Saul passed through the black fog and entered the laboratory on the first floor.
This place was generally used for more dangerous and secretive experiments.
Some of the monster’s limbs were spread out on several different sized lab benches, most of the limbs were still active, with different instruments attached to the tissues.
Books next to the instruments faithfully recorded the various experimental processes and data.
Agu, who was supervising the values of the active limbs in the lab, saw Saul coming over and hurriedly put down the instruments he was holding and walked over.
“Master.”
“I’ve come to check the reaction of the Byzek Magic Mirror, you continue to be busy.”
Agu immediately recalled the relevant data and took the initiative to introduce it for Saul, “Currently monitoring for the souls left behind in the Magic Mirror, it’s just that because of the influence of the Magic Mirror, the values are always changing, and the accuracy is still to be confirmed.”
Saul and Agu came to a corner of the lab.
It looked like only a row of shelves were placed here, but after removing the camouflage sorcery on the surface, what appeared in front of the two of them was an ancient full-body mirror.
In the mirror, there was a woman’s back.
She was sitting on the floor with her hands on her knees, curled up in a ball.
Her long hair was cascading and falling to the ground, piled up in several natural arcs.
From the gaps in the inky hair, the woman with her back to the mirror appeared to be unclothed.
The tantalizing curves of her limbs were hidden, exuding a seductive charm.
If someone with a distracted mind saw it, I’m afraid that they wouldn’t be able to resist lying down on the mirror, expecting to be able to see more beautiful scenery due to the closer distance.
However, both Saul and Agu were calm and stood one meter away from the mirror, stopping still.
After waiting for a moment, seeing that the figure in the mirror was still motionless, Saul flexed his fingers and tapped on the mirror.
“No one here is interested in illusions, if you don’t want to be beaten up like last time, you’d better come out immediately.”
The mirror surface of the Byzek Magic Mirror swung open in a circle of water ripples.
When the ripples stopped, the original woman’s back on it disappeared, turning into a ball of white smoke that kept expanding and contracting.
In the center of the smoke cloud hovered a human head that Saul was very familiar with.
It was Pei’er’s face.
But when the face opened its tightly closed eyes, the rich malice emanating from them almost materialized into substance and drilled out from inside the mirror.
“You’ve finally come.” Pei’er’s face in the mirror was incomparably gloomy.
“Can you sense Pei’er’s consciousness now?” Saul ignored the mirror’s resentment and asked quietly.
“I said!” The head jerked closer and thumped against the mirror again, failing to burrow out, “I’m going to eat the souls of ninety-nine women or I’m not going to help you contact that stupid bastard!”
Saul clasped his hands to his chest, “Aren’t you forgetting that you also stripped soul fragments from Pelle.”
The human face laughed, “What do you know? It was clearly me who took the initiative to leave her! Left that punk! That dumbass!”
“She doesn’t look much smarter.” Agu covered his mouth with the back of his hand, and in a voice that wasn’t very low, he spat at Sol.
Sol, however, did not continue joking with Agu.
“She’s an evil spirit stripped from Pelle, and this mindless mania could be just a layer of her disguise. Don’t be confused, everything follows the rules.”
(End of chapter)