Chapter 536 – Souls in the Sorcerer’s Tower
Chapter 536 – Souls Inside the Sorcerer’s Tower
The interior of the Sorcerer’s Tower remained dim, not lighting up a light source in anticipation of its owner’s visit.
Saul raised his hand and a ball of orange fire appeared in his palm.
Even though there was no light, he could sense the structure inside the tower through the fluctuation of his spiritual power.
However, perception through visualization was also indispensable.
Especially in what was once the Golsa Wizard Tower, flames had meant safety.
The first floor of the white wizard’s tower.
Nothing.
It didn’t even have stairs to the second floor.
But as soon as Saul realized this, there was an additional arched doorway directly across from him.
Behind the doorway, barely illuminated by the flames, several steps of a staircase that wrapped around and up could be seen.
Thor held the fireball up to the archway and realized that this staircase had an upward passage as well as a passage to the bottom.
The upward passage could be easily illuminated by the fireball, while the downward passage was submerged in thick darkness a few meters away.
None of the light seemed to be able to reach it.
Saul instantly thought of the dark and spatially disorienting corridor between the second and first floors of the Sorcerer’s Tower.
“To the bedroom first, or to the store room?” Saul stopped at the stairway.
He still didn’t know where the black iron coffin that gave birth to the entire Sorcerer’s Tower was, and only when he found it could he truly control this Sorcerer’s Tower.
Just as Saul was about to take the next step ……
“Ta …… ta …… ta …… ta ……”
A steady footstep came from below.
Sol looked sideways and saw a face with sunken cheeks emerge from the darkness.
The thin face appeared followed by a slender neck and an equally slender tall but slender torso.
The man who had just appeared was close to two meters tall, and his body proportions were extremely incongruous.
But as his gaze fell on Sol and continued upward, his height shrunk a little.
This kind of shrinkage is very strange, Saul clearly saw his arms and legs folded inward as if they were mechanical. It was accompanied by a slight “clicking” sound.
When the man walked to five steps below Saul, his height had shrunk to only a little taller than Saul.
Saul is not very tall now, perhaps because of the premature sorcery transformation overdrew his bones, currently only one meter seven.
And the man in front of him was about five-foot-four by visual estimation.
When his height began to shrink from two meters, Saul finally recognized the other party.
“Chief Steward?” He was a little surprised, followed by realization.
It turned out that the Chief Steward of the Sorcerer’s Tower was not a real person, just like the librarian and the florist outside.
When the Golza Sorcerer’s Tower collapsed, the florist was taken away by Mentor Katz. After all, Saul was alone on the road and didn’t need someone to clean up his garden for him.
And the Wizard Tower Master Chief never showed up. Saul assumed that he had taken advantage of the chaos and left, or died somewhere.
He didn’t realize that the other party had stayed in the black iron coffin.
“It’s been a long time, Lord Sol. Allow me to address you as ‘Lord Tower Master’.” The Chief Steward performed an elegant chest-flattering salute, and only after receiving Saul’s consent did he pivot his body back up.
“There are no other stewards in the Wizard’s Tower at the moment, so you may simply call me Hope, or re-gift me a name.”
Asking the master to re-gift the name signified that Saul had absolute control over him.
Hope was nominally the steward of the Sorcerer’s Tower, but in reality, he was still a slave of the Sorcerer’s Tower.
Saul laughed lightly, “So your name is Hope, before, I have been called Chief Steward Chief Steward, I don’t even know your name, this name is quite good, I think you are used to it.”
He had no interest in naming people, and after confirming Hope’s identity, he once again looked down into the darkness that led to the lower levels.
“Looks like the Black Iron Coffin is down there, there should be others in there, right?”
“Yes, Lord Tower Master.” Steward Hopper sidestepped slightly to make way for the not-so-wide stairway.
Hope’s movement was like opening a passageway.
Two more faces appeared in the darkness.
These two faces were all too familiar to Saul.
It was the middle-aged librarian and the elderly librarian. “Lord Tower Master ……,” the middle-aged still cowered, not even daring to look up at Saul.
“Lord Tower Master.” The old man, on the other hand, had eyes full of complexity and a respectful attitude.
At the same time, a third voice sounded in Saul’s mind.
Agu: [Lord Tower Master.
Sol sighed softly, “Now that the Sorcerer’s Tower has been recreated, it is time for you to be restored to wholeness.”
He stretched his hands forward flat, two translucent gray tentacles protruding from each of his left and right palms.
The older man accepted them openly, and the middle-aged man, though terrified, did not dodge them in the slightest.
As the other two parts of Agu’s soul were sucked into the diary, the black page belonging to him changed once again.
The original rough edges became neat and smooth, and the rough paper became as soft as silk.
It was only that Agu, or rather Gustav the Faceless, who had re-melted his split soul, did not speak again, and even closed the pages of the book, remaining quietly in the diary.
“It seems that Agu still needs some time to complete the fusion of his soul. Well, after a long separation, it may take a while for another fusion to complete the integration in terms of conscious memory.”
Saul ignored the diary and continued to look into the darkness.
“Ahem,” Steward Hope coughed twice lightly, “What’s left are some scattered soul fragments. Lord Tower Master you are also more familiar with them.”
Soul fragments?
Sol clasped his hands to his chest, “I see. Then don’t let them out yet.”
What else could the soul fragments in the wizard’s tower be?
Aren’t they just those eyes, mouths, and spaghetti arms?
These guys really weren’t fit to come out.
Better he go in and see.
Saul dropped his encircled arms and stepped into the darkness.
And Hope, the butler, lagged a step behind him, following close behind.
As Saul explored the new wizard’s tower, the old witch waiting outside grew impatient.
“What’s the boy doing in there? It can’t be that he went in to sleep by himself and left me outside, right?”
On the side, Marsh was still growing mushrooms, and he was on the verge of pulling out all the mushrooms that had grown on him. Only the mushroom above his head that was shaking the most cheerfully didn’t move.
With nothing to do and nowhere to move, the old hag wanted to go for a stroll outside, but when she got to the lake she realized that the vine raft that had been resting on the water had disappeared at some point.
“Saul said that a boat was required to get to the island, but didn’t say that it was necessary to get off the island as well, so I can try that as well, I can’t just listen to him on everything. What if his judgment is wrong?”
In short, the old hag didn’t completely trust Saul, and she was relatively confident in her own strength. Thinking that even if she encountered a rule-based danger, there was still a way to circumvent it.
“Tell your master that I’m going to the lake to take a look.”
Without waiting for Marsh to reply, the old hag got up and flew into the thick fog.
Another hour passed, and the sky above the gray fog dimmed.
It was about to be nightfall when Saul finally came out from inside the witch’s tower.
He only vaguely saw Marsh through the fog when he came out, but he didn’t feel the old witch’s spirit fluctuation.
He walked over to Marsh, who immediately stood up and bowed.
“Where is the old hag?”
“My lord, she said to go out and look around.”
Hearing that the old witch had gone out without permission didn’t make Saul very happy, he walked over to the lake, but the fog was too thick to see where the old witch was.
Saul squinted his eyes and his semi-immersive meditation method kicked in.
The world in front of him was immediately much clearer.
Saul saw a pocket-sized figure circling in the sky not too far from the lake island.
“It seems that my initial speculation was correct. Two rules have been discovered so far. One is that you can’t look directly into the water when you’re on the surface of the lake, and the other is that you need to take a boat to enter or leave the lake island.”
Looking at the old hag who couldn’t fly out of the fog like a headless fly, the corner of Saul’s mouth hooked, “Algae, you re-form the raft and go over there to bring that trouble back.”
“There’s no need to be in a hurry, wait for her to call for help before we set off.”
Saul took one last look at the old hag and turned around to bring Marsh back to the Witch Tower.
(End of chapter)