Chapter 475 Whose Broken Aesthetic!
Chapter 475 – Whose Broken Aesthetic!
Saul was determined to win for the Evolutionary Chart.
The moment he saw the Meditation Diagram, he was certain that it was in the same vein as the Erosion Diagram, and that it was incredibly suitable for his current main cultivation path.
Not quite like other dark attribute sorcerers, Saul majored in the direction of the soul. This was a path that was even more difficult than studying corpses and flesh and blood, and those without a little bit of extrapolation simply didn’t dare to choose it.
And Saul, even if he could exchange a suitable dark attribute meditation chart from Sorcerer Yona, the degree of suitability with him would hardly be as high as the evolution chart.
Shaya was still hesitating, but Sol could tell that his heart was already moved, it was just that his long-standing style of acting cautiously prevented him from taking that step.
“I know that Wizard Shia is afraid of death, but sometimes the more you fear something, the more it comes, and a single-minded escape, on the contrary, will not solve the fundamental problem.” Saul continued to snub.
Just as he was thinking about what other chicken soup for the soul he could use for a while, Shia had already returned to his seat.
Before opening his mouth he raised his hand and opened a protective barrier, while also communicating with Saul using a summoning spell.
“I’m being haunted by a rather terrifying evil spirit.” As he uttered these words, Wizard Shaya’s face paled and beads of sweat coalesced on his forehead.
Evil spirits were actually just like sorcerers, there were strong and weak.
Freshly born, weak evil spirits generally only had the strength of a third level sorcerer apprentice, and a formal sorcerer could casually solve them, but some special evil spirits, or those born for a long time and with deeper contamination, could potentially kill a formal sorcerer in return.
When Saul heard the other party say this, he immediately narrowed his eyes and swept them over Shia for a week.
He didn’t manage to find any traces of Evil Spirits on Shia, but Shia’s expression didn’t look like he was lying. One could only sigh that Erosion Figure’s semi-immersive meditation method was getting worse and worse.
“Are you trying to observe the evil spirits on me? It’s useless, you can’t see it. Even I, who majors in the lightning attribute, can’t see this evil spirit outside of a specific time.”
An evil spirit that can only be seen at a specific time?
“Then at what time did you realize that you were haunted by an evil spirit?”
Shia pursed her lips, “When dreaming.”
According to Shia, he had been haunted by the evil spirit in this dream for more than two years.
Whenever he dreamed, he would enter a cold and narrow room filled with people, but everyone’s faces were extremely blurry.
Shia walked side by side with them, squeezed and pushed by these people, unable to stop even if he wanted to. There would be a constant rustling in his ears, and the road ahead was long and with no known end.
“In the dream, I couldn’t move as I wanted to, I could only mechanically follow those around me forward, but the fear inside me told me that continuing forward was doomed to destruction.”
It seemed to be the first time he had spoken to someone about his experience, and Shia’s expression was a bit trance-like.
“Every time I struggled to keep myself awake. This causes me to be afraid to sleep at all now.”
Saul understood that although a sorcerer could replace sleep through deep meditation, true sleep was also indispensable.
If Shia hadn’t slept properly for two years, then the reason for his current nervousness and wasting body had been found.
“Before you had this dream and started having these kinds of dreams, did anything special ever happen?”
“I know you probably don’t believe me, but there really wasn’t anything special.” Shia said with a bitter smile, “It’s been more than 10 years since I came to Baidon Academy, and I’ve taken part in many operations to hunt down evil spirits. And the 1st time I started having this dream, I didn’t even have already not participated in a hunt for two consecutive months.”
“Then how are you sure that the nightmare was produced because of the evil spirits and not because of your own mental tension?”
“Because not long after I first started having that dream, there was once a time when I didn’t turn in the evil spirits I had hunted in my hands in order to conduct an experiment. As a result, that day, I suddenly fell asleep when I didn’t want to. And the captured evil spirit appeared in the dream.”
Shia’s cheeks twitched, “It was like those around me suddenly went crazy and rushed up together to eat the evil spirit. When I woke up, I immediately rushed to the lab next door, and I realized that the evil spirits that were originally placed in the storage bottle …… were really gone!”
Just dreaming shouldn’t cause the evil spirits to disappear, and Saul was a little skeptical that Shia could be sleepwalking.
Shaya looked at Saul’s expression and seemed to guess what he was thinking, “I also did several experiments after that, placing the evil spirit in the lab next to me and arranging a witchcraft spell that could not be undone, leaving traces behind once someone enters the spell, but every time I woke up from a dream the evil spirit disappeared, and there were no traces on the spell.”
Looking at the opposite side of Saul’s frown, Shaya’s heart was also apprehensive, this was the first time he had confided his experience to an outsider, and this feeling of dissecting his own self made him feel very insecure.
After waiting for a moment, Saul suddenly opened his mouth to ask another question. “In the dream when those around you rushed up to devour the evil spirits, what were you doing?”
Shia’s expression stagnated and gradually became twisted.
He stood up mischievously, about to disarm the wizard barrier around him and walk out.
However, just as his hand rose he saw a black shadow coming towards him, which turned out to be a huge black tentacle!
He quickly stepped back while electricity was already flashing in his hands before his back slammed against something soft, he looked back to find another tentacle pressing against him, just not attacking.
“Relax.” At this time Saul, who was still sitting peacefully across the table, said softly, “I’m just doing a preliminary check on you, since you want to solve the problem of the evil spirits, you shouldn’t always hide in the crucial places.”
Shia grimaced and raised his hand to press down on the tentacle behind him. The tentacle however was immediately retracted and did not confront Shia at all.
“Doing an inspection should be done with my consent, right?”
“I’m sorry, but you’re always evasive, and I don’t like to procrastinate when I do things.” Saul retracted both tentacles all the way back.
He had just hidden his Soul Dangle in the Abusive Touch, but found no traces of the presence of an evil spirit in Shia’s body.
Could that evil spirit really only exist in Shia’s dreams?
Looking at the fried Shia, Saul suddenly proposed, “Shia, can you dream again in front of me?”
Shia was so angry that he practically jumped in place!
Saul had just sneaked up on him, but he still had the audacity to ask himself to dream in front of him!
However, half an hour later, when Shaya led Saul into his villa, his mood was in a trance.
“Have I lost my mind? To return to the villa with someone who could kill me, just to let him watch me sleep?”
Perhaps it was the torment of the nightmares over the past two years that had exhausted him physically and mentally, and after Saul promised him a series of conditions, Shia ghostly agreed.
He then led Saul into the laboratory and set up a succession of sorcery spells inside, trapping him and Saul separately.
One was used to protect Shia, and the other was used to bind Saul’s movements. Once Saul wanted to break free from the spell formations, an extremely strong commotion would definitely be created, and it would be able to quickly wake up Shia.
At the same time, Shia, who was at the key point of the spell formation, could also use the spell formation to launch an attack on Saul.
Watching Saul walk into his own ministry’s spell formation, Xiaya’s five senses were all wrinkled together.
As Shia who was always on guard against others harming him, he really couldn’t understand how Saul dared to walk into this binding spell formation.
One should know that as long as Shia moved his thoughts, he could immediately close the spell formation and then attack him outside with enough to kill him.
Shia couldn’t help but have a thought, could it be that Saul wasn’t afraid of his own attack on him at all?
The same is a first-order sorcerer should not be so confident ah?
This made him feel uneasy again.
Could all this be another trap laid by Saul, trying to trick him into going home to kill and rob him?
After half a day of agonizing over the idea of getting rid of his nightmares, the idea finally prevailed, and Shia finally activated the two spells according to the prior agreement.
Today was the day he had confided his distress to an outsider in his fevered mind, which led to Saul taking the initiative to treat him.
And having missed this time, he still didn’t know how long it would be before he could muster up the courage to articulate his situation, to a second person.
With trepidation, Shia stepped into the phalanx that protected him and lay down on the ground, he turned his head sideways and prepared to say to Saul, “It’s ready to begin,” before he saw a huge pink couch appear out of thin air behind Saul.
That couch was very soft and comfortable at first glance.
Shaya looked at Saul, who had his hands folded in front of his belly, his entire body sunk into the couch, and then looked at the cold floor tiles underneath himself.
Shia: “Who the hell needs to sleep? That slutty pink color! Whose broken aesthetic!?”
(End of chapter)