Chapter 74 explains what a locator is by way of example.

Chapter 74 An example to explain what it means to be a locator

Rum held out his hands and chanted a spell at the small window.

The black window slammed shut and the room immediately darkened a few degrees.

Immediately afterward, the window extended and expanded to cover the entire outer wall of the “room”.

Saul forgot to breathe for a moment as he watched the change.

Like opening a surprise box, the black window slowly poured out.

Sunlight burrowed into the room through the cracks, and gradually widened as the cracks widened, pouring in little by little until it filled the entire room.

Saul felt that the sunlight was a bit harsh, but he couldn’t blink his eyes.

Mentor Rum said beside him, “Go over and take a look.”

Saul dragged his two feet and tentatively moved closer to the window, and little by little the view outside came into his eyes.

At the far end was a clear blue sky with floating clouds that swam with the wind, and the sun was diagonally above his head with a halo of light that prevented Saul from looking at it for long.

Below the sky there were black peaks that stretched and rolled. Dense forests filled the gaps in the depressions and stretched out into the plains near by.

Scattered villages and mountain roads appeared in the hills. Nearby was a gentle wilderness, unobstructed, with no people or animals in sight.

The world was so peaceful that it seemed like a painting.

“Hello, new world.” Sol mentally greeted the world.

Suddenly a clear chirp broke the peace.

A dark shadow crossed overhead and flew into the distance.

Saul tilted his head and looked up to see a huge bird of prey, breaking through the wind and waves into the clouds at great speed.

There seemed to be a person standing on that flying bird.

This change caused Saul to look back and once again clearly realize that before his eyes was not a peaceful village in the distant mountains, but an abnormal world with sorcerers and high-end power.

“Good to see, if you look closer.” Mentor Rum’s suggestion came from behind him.

Saul’s sight slowly moved downward as the dark green wilderness mottled and faded a little, then brownish-yellow land appeared, then turned scorched yellow, and finally intertwined with pitch black.

Lowering his head again, the ground dozens of meters away from himself was actually a quagmire that was constantly churning with bubbles.

From time to time, there were white bones and weeds being tossed out by the bubbles, and then plunged into the mud after a short struggle.

There were a few tattered corpses floating on top.

Some face up, some back up, some feet up, they slowly floated under the churning of the mud.

Suddenly, a black, mud-covered tentacle noiselessly burrowed out, curled around one of the bodies, and slowly pulled it downward.

Naturally, the corpse would not struggle, and could only slowly disappear into the mud.

Thor watched the tentacle disappear, and in a trance, he also felt something cold and reptilian brush against his skin.

Where exactly was the Golsa Wizard Tower located? Why was the mire beneath the tower that supported corpses and monsters?
Do the apprentices who learn about wizardry here end up hidden in the muck, or do they ride the wind?

The beauty and quietness all but disappeared, and questions and fears crept into Saul’s mind.

Behind him came the voice of Mentor Rum again.

“Scary? Look at your feet again.”

Saul looked down at the words, and his pupils plummeted.

He realized that he had stood on the very edge of the black window at some point.

Even the majority of his right foot was already dangling in the air!

In the next second, he was going to fall and become one of the corpses floating, in the mud.

索尔回神，猛地收回右脚，连连后退，连连后退，一直退到房间最里面，后背“砰”地撞上墙壁。

Rum saw Saul’s frightened look, “hehehe” laughed twice.

He leaned forward, and a puddle of flesh flowed onto the top of Saul’s foot, which was warm to the touch.

He reached out and covered Saul’s eyes with his palm.

“Both beauty and fear are tempting you to fall into the abyss, and the locator is like a black window that holds your mental body while you are lost. But you have to be careful, the locator can only delay your collapse as well, and ultimately, it is up to you to sort out your own consciousness in order to come to your senses.”

By the time Rum lowered his hand again, the room had recovered. The windows on the outer wall had reappeared as small one meter square windows, the black glass opening inward, a beam of light peeking in …… Saul had just panicked.

It wasn’t that he was afraid of the birds flying in the distant mountains outside, or the white bones of the mire close by.

What Saul was afraid of was that, to this day, he hadn’t been able to figure out exactly how he had stepped out of the window.

As far as he could remember, he had clearly just leaned toward the window.

But this experience combined with the previous transformation also gave Saul a deeper level of knowledge about the locator.

The locator was to help wizards recognize their own existence so as not to get lost in the known and unknown.

But its ability was ultimately limited. If one blindly relied on the locator without controlling one’s own desires, one day one would break away from the locator’s protective realm and fall into a puddle of flesh or turn into something else.

At the same time, the locator is quite private information. If one becomes familiar with another person’s locator, it is quite possible to get hold of another person’s dead center. Therefore, casually prying into the locator is taboo.

Saul was immersed in self-summarization, but Rum said quietly, “I personally gave you half the knowledge, and you’re not my apprentice. Well, count your 10 credits.”

Mentor, you’re robbing!
Saul’s mouth opened wide.

“Or give me ten days of labor?”

Saul’s mouth closed again.

So it was here waiting for him.

He thought of that conversation he had with Mentor Rum when Mentor Kaz brought himself over, and was talking about letting him give Mentor Rum a hand with his labor then.

Since that was the case, Saul didn’t push back.

There was just one premise that must be made clear.

“Instructor Rum, I’ve only been studying for three months, I don’t know what I can do.”

Rum sniffed and glared his eyes out, “Now you remember you’re a newcomer? Look at what you’ve done, is that something a newcomer should do?”

His stomach bulged like a toad.

“Go to the second lab on the fourteenth floor and ask for Nick. By the way, have him take care of the grudge on you.”

It was business!

Sol immediately stood up solemnly, “Thank you, Mentor Rum, I’ll be right there!”

Now he no longer hesitated, saluted Tutor Rum and headed out.

As his hand rested on the shade curtain, Rum’s voice came from behind him again.

“Before you advance to second level apprentice, you can think about it. Choosing a major attribute that doesn’t suit you is actually a painful thing.”

Saul’s movements gave a start, and Mentor Rum’s words had a bit of a sentimental meaning to them.

Could it be that Mentor Rum did not like his current research direction?
Saul lifted the partition curtain and walked out, and at the last moment, he glanced back into the room.

The candle lamps in the room seemed to have been deliberately dimmed, with only a beam of light shining in.

The fleshy mountain of a rum mentor sat in the shadows of the room.

Everything was so blurry.

The heavy curtains soon stopped swaying, obscuring Saul’s prying eyes.

After leaving Mr. Rum’s room, Saul hurried toward the lab.

He had felt before that he couldn’t put off the nightmare, and if he hadn’t had the help of Mentor Rum today, he would have gone to Senior Byron or someone else.

The good news so far was that in Mentor Rum’s opinion, solving this grudge was a small matter, and he didn’t even bother to make a move, only letting one of the seniors come to Saul’s aid.

“I hope that senior is a bit nicer to talk to.” Sol thought silently.

Saul left Rum’s room and walked quickly towards the ramp, the mentor’s floor was much quieter than the apprentice’s floor.

The three second level apprentices who had just lined up at the entrance were already nowhere to be found.

Looking at the cold corridor under the bright candlelight, Saul suddenly came up with a strange idea.

This wizard tower, trapped servants, trapped apprentices, is it also trapped others?
Is it true that the only one who is truly free is the owner of this tower, the tower owner Golza, who was once jokingly called “Pink Da” by Saul?
When Saul saw the tower owner today, he was wrapped in a brownish-red cloak and robe. The little bit of chin that was exposed showed that Golza also used pink silk bandages to wrap his whole body in normal times.

Would such a tower lord be free?

(End of chapter)