Chapter 408 – The Scholastic Calendar

Chapter 408 The Scholastic Calendar ……

“The candles in the Sorcerer’s Tower never go out.”

The candlestick in Heywood’s hand was the very one plucked from the wall.

“That used to be the first article in the apprentice handbook. Now it’s the only one; at night, the candles never go out.”

Saul moved closer to the candle flame.

Shortly after they entered the West Tower, it was completely dark.

It was fast and somewhat unnatural.

Again, it made Saul feel like this wasn’t the real world.

He looked around the cluttered room and felt a little exasperated.

“After nightfall, the atmosphere here becomes strange.” Saul tugged at his collar, the air was too dull and he had a vague sense of suffocation.

It was as if there wasn’t even enough air in a room for two people to breathe.

After nightfall, Heywood didn’t talk much.

He huddled in the corner, gazing at the candlestick a meter away, as if afraid it would go out at any moment.

“I think someone is watching us.” Saul walked toward the front door.

The gate had been improvised from some dormitory door, and the crack was a little wide, with a cold wind whistling in.

“Sure, lots of people.” Haywood moved to respond to Saul in a rare moment, “Don’t look around, wait for daylight.”

But Saul wasn’t as cautious as Heywood, he wasn’t planning on staying in this illusion for a hundred years.

The key to breaking the illusion lies in breaking its laws.

Although this illusion was so real that it repeatedly made Saul feel skeptical, he was currently more inclined that this was not the future.

But if he stayed like this, he was afraid that his perception of what was real and what was not would become more and more blurred.

Right now, Saul already knew enough about this place, but hadn’t found enough nodes to break through the illusion.

“Maybe the breakthrough isn’t inside the Sorcerer’s Tower.”

Saul padded over to the doorway.

The door was facing the cranial growth of grass.

The wind was still howling, and the dark green branches of grass were blown short.

The ghastly white heads showed their heads and were quickly submerged again.

Looking at it, Saul had an illusion, as if in those swarms of skulls, there was some flesh and blood human face hidden, staring at the people in the room through the crack in the door in front of Saul.

“Someone is watching me, it’s not an illusion.” Saul endured the feeling of his chilly hairs standing on end as he swept over every head that showed its grass, but there was still nothing to be found.

Saul slowly looked up.

There was no moon tonight, but there were plenty of stars. Starlight twinkled in the air, a little different from the sky he remembered.

“Aren’t these stars spread …… out a little too densely?”

Saul squinted his eyes and looked over more carefully and closely.

Looking at it, he was once again sure that these stars were not the stars he remembered.

The stars here all seemed to have a small black dot in the center.

Each black dot is aimed in the direction of Saul, like the pupil of …… one eye.

Eyes?
Saul put his hand on the gate and was about to go out.

“What are you going to do?” Behind him, Haywood suddenly spoke.

Saul turned around and saw Haywood staring back at him dead in the face.

There was only a little bit of pupil in the large whites of his eyes.

Just like those stars.

Saul smiled, “I’ll go out and look.”

“Never stay in a place with no light.” Haywood said grimly.

“Is it a lightless place when the stars are so bright out there?”

Haywood was suddenly baffled, “Where are the stars out there?”

He seemed to suddenly react to something and immediately rummaged through the corners for more candles, not caring in the slightest about consumption, and lit each one. As he lit the candles, his hand holding the flint was trembling slightly.

Seeing that Saul was still standing in the doorway, he said with some exasperation, “What are you waiting for, come and help light the candles! You’ve attracted those resentments! We need more candle flames to quell the resentments!”

Saul originally didn’t want to pay any attention to Heywood, he was eager to inspect those stars, but at this time, he suddenly felt a stronger sense of being watched.

A vague shrill whistle came from the doorway behind him. Saul jerked back, and was shocked to find that the original doorway had become pitch black outside, with no grass, no head facing the wizard’s tower, and no stars in the sky.

“Come over …… quickly, come over …… stay in the darkness …… will die!” Behind him, Haywood’s voice became hoarse.

As soon as his words fell, Saul felt a dangerous killing intent that passed quickly from his fingers to his back spine like an electric shock.

There was danger!
Intuition was warning him, making him immediately duck backward.

However, Saul hardened himself against the piercing coldness and stood still.

Then, he saw the diary in his mental body suddenly flip open.

[Year 317 of the Solstice Calendar, May 14th.
You’re looking at the scenery from behind the door.
The person looking at the scenery.
is looking at you.

[SIGHS]

No death cues!

It’s a crisis alert!

Saul stormed back three steps in an instant after reading the words on the diary and stood directly to Haywood’s side.

The intuitive sense of crisis immediately diminished, but it was not completely eliminated.

And that sense of crisis intensified as time went on!
Haywood had already lit the candles on the floor, and was still holding two in his hand, but the panic on his face hadn’t subsided by half.

“They’re coming, they’re coming!”

“Who is it?” Saul looked sideways at Heywood.

But Heywood just looked at the gate, the scars on his face twitching.

Failing to get an answer Saul looked at the gate again, only to find that the doorway had grown wider!
“Nope! It’s not the doorway that’s getting bigger, it’s the door that’s getting smaller!” Thor felt cold even at this point, “It’s the darkness that’s swallowing the gate!”

A long-lost thrill ran along the blood throughout his body, but Saul found a familiar feeling in this fear.

He suddenly calmed down.

His eyes fell on the diary once more.

“The year 317 of the Sakuya calendar, heh, so it’s simply now!”

Saul had just deliberately retreated a step slower after sensing the crisis, just waiting for the diary to come out with a warning.

And above the diary, there was a date!

“My initial analysis was not wrong, this place is an illusion, the effect of that black light’s attack!”

“The illusion isn’t complicated nor is there a very clear danger, and if I’m right, the darkness won’t completely invade this room this time.”

Saul wasn’t as fearful as Haywood beside him, but he didn’t step forward to provoke the darkness again either.

Unsurprisingly, after a few minutes of the light and the darkness facing each other, the dark shadows on the door slowly receded.

Haywood breathed a long sigh of relief, and with much pain he blew out the extra candles, leaving only three just in case.

He then said to Saul in a much lower voice, “Don’t explore and observe at night, if you attract contamination again, we’re dead.”

Unfortunately, Saul, who had just confirmed what he thought, wasn’t listening.

“I guessed correctly that the main focus of this illusion is not lethal aggression. That’s why the diary also only gives a crisis warning, not a death warning. But it will capitalize on the paranoia of the human heart. If it were anyone else, after failing to find a way out for a short time, they would doubt their guesses more and more; and after seeing the correct logic hidden in the illusion of this world, they would wonder more and more if they had come a hundred years later or not.”

“And the more one doubts, the less one will find a way out! Or even in turn be hypnotized by the ego!”

In the end, I’m afraid I’ll convince myself that this is a hundred years from now, and then be left in the mezzanine forever.

After determining that this place was the illusion, Saul also had a bit of an idea about the node to crack the illusion.

Saul held his chin in thought, “This illusion should only be about a hundred meters near the Sorcerer’s Tower, if I try to leave, I’m afraid I’ll immediately encounter approaching danger. And those stars overhead, I’m afraid they are the eyes in the mezzanine. They sure are powerful.”

Now there are two thoughts, one is to go into the darkness and fight against the pollution, but from the diary’s warning, I’m afraid that the battle will be very difficult, and the other is to kill the Haywood here …… to kill the exporter of this worldview.”

Saul slowly turned his head sideways to look at the elderly Heywood who was losing his mind.

The latter was staring at the candle flame in a daze.

(End of chapter)