Chapter 548 – Driving OCD to Death

Chapter 548 Forcing OCD to Death

Camus was silent again.

It seemed like all her actions were just to point out the shortcomings on Saul’s experiment.

But when Saul came back up to her next with the materials and crouched down in front of her, she stopped talking again.

Just craned her neck and looked back.

It was kinda creepy at first glance.

Seeing how Camus didn’t move, Saul looked down at the beaker in his hand and raised his hand to throw a magic crystal into it.

As a result, Camus’ head turned around, “The magic power in the crystal is mixed, it’s not suitable to be added directly to the material.”

Saul immediately answered, “But if you want to separate and purify this layer of …… energy shield on your body, you can only rely on magic power, using spiritual power will cause contamination.”

Camus was silent again.

Hiss-

Saul’s teeth sank.

He thought for a moment and dropped another magic crystal into it.

This material was basically ruined, but it didn’t matter, the source of the material was right in front of him, still motionless for you to cast.

“The magic power in the magic crystal is mixed, it’s not suitable to be added directly to the material.”

The second magic crystal fell into the beaker, only to get the same sentence from Camus.

The corner of Saul’s mouth quirked as he resumed standing up, “Komoro.”

Black vine-like tentacles burrowed out.

Since the last time he planted Xiao Zao’s mission was not completed because Camus messed up, Saul did not let Xiao Zao enter the ground for the time being.

So as not to create other dangers underground.

Therefore, it is still parasitized in the back of Saul’s neck.

It was also in no hurry to rebuild its base, and was having fun every day with Penny, who occasionally ran out.

“Algae, here’s a task for you. Here’s a beaker, and a plate of magic crystals …… “Halfway through his explanation, Saul felt that it was a bit of a waste, so he stepped in and crushed the thumbnail-sized magic crystals into millet-sized crushed grains.

“Your task is to drop a grain of magic crystal into this beaker every ten counts.”

Little Algae nodded happily, splitting off a slender tentacle, the tip of which carefully dabbed up a tiny grain of crushed magic crystals, and then dropped it into the beaker with a “pop”.

“The magic power in the magic crystals is mixed, and it’s not suitable to be added directly to the material.”

Sure enough, I heard Camus’ mechanical prompt again.

Saul wasn’t angry this time, and turned around to go back to continue his experiment.

Listening to the string of voices behind him didn’t bother him, just as background music.

“Don’t you like pretending to be a robot?” He thought distractedly, “That depends on whether you have the patience of a machine.”

Ten minutes later ……

Before Algae had finished dropping his magic crystal grains – he occasionally messed up his counting when counting from one to ten, and each time the duration was much worse – Saul heard another voice.

“You’re not making sense.” The voice was soft, almost a sigh.

Saul didn’t look back, “How is it pointless? It’s called OCD therapy.”

The other man stopped talking again.

Saul didn’t call a halt, and the algae continued to throw.

“Pop!”

“I don’t know what to say except this.”

Good, finally no more repeats.

Saul put away the smile on his face before turning around, “Communication naturally involves choosing the content based on the scenario, the object, and also the OP. For example, let’s say I ask you, who are you? What place did you come from? Why did you come out of the ground?”

Camus was silent for a moment before finally trying to answer, “I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know.”

“Amnesia?” Saul had also thought about this possibility, after all, she was now in the state of a soul, and what she had experienced from birth to death Saul had no idea.

“Then what did you remember before you woke up this time? Try to recall memories, don’t immediately say I don’t know.”

Camus lapsed into stagnation as if she had died.

This time Saul waited patiently for five minutes.

“There’s water everywhere …… I’m disappearing ……” The voice trembled slightly, but there was no expression at all on his face.

“Water? Could it be Lake Rhine?” Again, Saul didn’t feel quite like it.

The gravitational pull from under the lake, which could suck out spirits and magic, shouldn’t be able to completely trap a Third Order. “Maybe it’s caught in some kind of powerful rule, or it’s been killed and stripped of its power by someone else.” Sol made a guess.

He then asked Camus, “When you said you were disappearing, did you create this layer of protection around your spirit body to prevent it from disappearing?”

Camus was recalling again, but this time it took a little less time.

“I suppose so.”

Saul asked a few more questions, still going over the previous ones, and finally came to a conclusion.

Camus had lost his memory.

“There’s one black page left …… Should we get her into the diary?”

Relying on the diary’s sewage abilities might be able to restore Camus’ memory.

Saul had the intention to try it, but there was a problem in implementing it.

He can’t suck Camus away!

Even if he just had to suck a finger!
The other party seemed to be no longer a pure soul body because of some kind of power, or contamination.

“There must be other secrets hidden beneath this grayish epidermis of hers.”

If he couldn’t rely on the diary to suck Camus’s soul, then this third level sorcerer would be a much greater threat.

But a third-ranked sorcerer who had lost her memory but had a reserve of instinctive knowledge, Soul Sol couldn’t afford to throw it away or destroy it.

“It’s better to keep it and observe its changes at any time.” Saul didn’t dwell on it for too long.

He once again strengthened the spell’s restrictions on Camus, and also very nonchalantly discussed directly with Camus how to restrict herself.

Camus didn’t seem to realize that there was anything wrong with this question, and continued to answer Saul with an expressionless but serious face.

It seems that being bound isn’t the problem, looking at the koho material is.

Just as Saul happily watched Camus “cocooned”, the side do not know whether it is in a daze, or purely counting meter messed up the algae finally counted to ten again.

“Snap!”

It dropped a magic crystal into the beaker.

“The magic crystals have a mix of magic in them and are not suitable for adding directly to materials.” Camus didn’t hold back and blurted out.

The small algae grinned and shook.

Saul: “……”

“You can stop now, Zo.”

With that, Camus is willingly trapped in the basement level of the Wizard’s Tower.

Not only did she have to cooperate with Saul’s experiments, but she also had to cooperate with Saul’s continued confinement of herself.

However, looking at her appearance, she seemed to enjoy researching knowledge, not caring at all if she was trapped in a small space of less than four square meters.

The old witch couldn’t help but come over to watch the fun when she heard the wood-like soul speak.

At this time, the old hag had already changed from a three-headed body to a five-headed body.

From a small loli to a big loli.

Only the body could be seen, the head was still so ugly.

Saul realized that Camus was staring at the old witch’s exposed arm but didn’t say anything, so he took the initiative to ask her, “What do you think about the old witch’s object transformation?”

Camus withdrew her gaze, “No comment on the already failed creation.”

“Who are you calling a failed creation?” Just because the old hag put up with Saul didn’t mean she would put up with Camus, especially since the old hag didn’t know who Camus might be.

She directly imprisoned the air around Camus and then squeezed it inward with all her might.

But Camus didn’t move a muscle, his figure remained unchanged, and he wasn’t affected in the slightest.

The old hag’s eyes flickered for a while, then she suddenly changed her incantation, directly draining the energy around Camus.

But the latter still showed no signs of discomfort.

It was only then that Sol stepped forward, “Can’t you see that something is wrong with her body of consciousness? Why are you angry with her?”

He was now more interested in this protective shield on Camus.

One of the reasons for leaving Camus behind was to put this protective shield on himself and several of his bodies of consciousness.

Provided of course that this grayish-white protective shield did no harm to his own soul body.

So it was better to let the consciousness bodies be the experiments first!
The second shift is still at night.

(End of chapter)