Chapter 839 – Soul Stabilizing Needle

Chapter 839 – Soul Stabilizing Needle Arrives

The little boy named Harry was clearly in the middle of holding back, but forced a smile when he saw Royer and Saul walking in.

Only he clenched his teeth tightly, afraid that if he opened his mouth it would turn into a moan.

Royer didn’t care about the little boy’s pain and walked around the pool, looking the boy up and down.

“Tsk, your life before was so decadent, you’ll be soaking in this potion pool for three more days.”

Harry’s mouth twitched and he grimaced when he heard he had to soak for three more days. But thinking of the halcyon days he had lived in the countryside fiefdom and the sudden huge drop from the clouds to the dirt, he endured.

A teenage boy, who already had a good idea of what to do, coupled with the fact that his mother was also completely supportive of him, showed a good amount of endurance.

Royer walked back over to Saul and raised his eyebrows, “How’s that for a good candidate?”

“Yep.” Saul nodded, “Ambitious, conflict of interest, and he’ll actively cooperate with all your experiments.”

Royer looked smug.

Neither of them mentioned one thing, even if they had enough heart, it didn’t mean that the bloodline fusion experiments would be successful.

The two left the room full of water vapor and went back outside to see Winnetouch, who had just stood in the foyer to greet them, preparing meals in the dining room.

She didn’t look at all worried about her son who was suffering and was gazing at Royer with affection.

“To dine?”

Saul didn’t stay for the meal; what Wynetha had prepared was a formal court meal, with small portions, lots of etiquette, and a tedious process.

He had no time to waste on eating.

Saul, who was now at the third rank and basically inhuman, could already replenish his body’s energy without diet.

Royer, on the other hand, stayed at the manor, presumably enjoying the women after his feast.

He was particularly keen on enjoying a wide variety of women from all races.

It was a way for him to relieve his stress.

It’s just that Royer shouldn’t be ripping someone’s arm off while enjoying Wynetha.

After all, she still had a use for it.

Saul took a carriage back to the palace alone.

When he came to his temporary residence, he saw the previous attendant again.

Saul was not surprised, it must have been Xander who had kept the squire waiting here after inquiring about him being dragged to Wynetha by Royer.

“Let’s go.”

The gloom that had just filled Xander’s face quickly disappeared when he met him and entered his small bedroom, the only one with any life in it.

“Lord Sol, Midori’s state has been adjusted as you said before.” He said eagerly.

Saul had already made an agreement with Xander and would not repeat it at this time.

“Good, Mido’er continues to recuperate, and I’ve mixed you some potions to temporarily boost your spiritual power so that Mido’er’s state won’t affect you.”

Xander just wanted to thank Saul, then suddenly thought of something and said worriedly, “But if I take the medication, will it expose our plan and make the people of the Judgment Court notice us?”

Saul laughed, “What are you afraid of them noticing? It’s common knowledge that you and I are old acquaintances. Moreover, you have to draw blood every week to provide nutrients to the Red Sea Tree, it’s normal for me to help you repair your body.”

Although he knew that Saul had a point, it was the first time that Xander had plotted against the behemoth that was the Ruling Court in private. If he didn’t really have no choice, how would he dare to make such a decision as an ordinary human puppet?
However, when he thought of being ignored by the Black Flame Emperor today and being treated as a piece of decoration by everyone in the palace, although he was able to endure it, his determination to rebel was thus further fueled.

After speaking of Midol, Xander suddenly spread out his palm, and in the center of his palm, there was a small golden thorn. Saul took the small thorn and rubbed the gold paint off of it in his hand, revealing the deep blue, nearly black original inside.

“This is the Soul Stabber?”

Saul looked down and realized that the surface of the small dark blue thorn that resembled an embroidery needle seemed to be covered with patterns.

But even if Saul inspected it more closely, he couldn’t really make out the patterns on it.

“Could it be a hidden type of miniature sorcery spell formation?”

Sorcery spell formations were categorized into normal, giant, and miniature types.

The ones like the Ultra Long Distance Teleportation Spell Formation were giant sorcery spell formations, while the ones normally inscribed on sorcery props were miniature sorcery spell formations.

However, the Soul Stabilizing Needle that appeared in Saul’s hand now, the sorcery spells inscribed on it were even smaller than the smallest sorcery spells Saul had ever seen.

Not only that, there were countless sorcery spell formations with one layer on top of the other, making it impossible for people to distinguish which runes constituted the spell formations.

This was also the finest means used to avoid others violently breaking the formulas on top.

A soul fixing pin can only be used once, but if one can break the sorcery spell formation formula above …… wouldn’t it be possible to create more soul fixing pins?
Of course, Saul believed that the materials used to make this Soul Staple must also be rare materials. I don’t know if there are still any now.

Now was not the time to study it carefully, Saul directly pressed this small dark blue thorn into the middle finger of his left hand.

There was now an anchor point of the Eye of the Abyss hidden in the tip of his left index finger.

The tip of his middle finger hid a Soul Pin.

Although he didn’t know if the Soul Fixing Pin could save the soul tainted by the anchor point, Saul could feel more at ease with the two opposing items placed together.

“I’m going back, so watch your demeanor next.”

Xander nodded seriously, “I understand, I am an unwilling emperor, but not a desperate one.”

On the surface, Saul was now on good terms with Xander, so Xander didn’t have to worry about being secretly executed after he was ousted from the Emperor’s throne by the others.

His normal end would have been to be confined to some small, unremarkable village for the rest of his life, just like his stepmother and brother before him.

So Xander would show his displeasure now and make a scene, but not actually raise the table.

With Xander’s promised soul pin in hand, Saul’s plan was about to officially begin.

Returning to his temporary residence, Saul closed the door and didn’t see anyone.

He took out the soul-stapling needle and used the method of topography to replicate the sorcery spell formation patterns on it extremely meticulously on a metal nameplate that was less than a millimeter thick. He then resealed the soul-stapling needle, intending to conduct research only on the metal nameplate.

Although the ancient sorcery props all had the function of being concealed to prevent being detected by outsiders, just in case, it was still better to take the Soul Stabilizing Needle itself out as little as possible.

Currently there was no rush in the study of the sorcery spell formations on the Soul Stapling Needle, Saul just stared at the nameplate for half an hour every day to deepen his impression and understanding of it.

The rest of his energy was fully focused on creating the third target.

While calculating the formula, he drew a black branch from his sleeve and spun it around the fingertips of his right hand.

It was quite like a high school pen twirler from a previous life.

The black branch turned into residual shadows flipping up and down, left and right.

After an unknown amount of time, a faint voice that only Saul himself could hear rang out.

“Lord Saul, stop spinning, I’m going to throw up ……”

(End of chapter)