Chapter 91: Going Back

Chapter 91: Going Back

The florist had said that the place where the Soul Devouring Demon Claw was located was an abandoned laboratory, so he could be a creature that was bred or improved by a previous sorcerer.

Also, there were people who had fallen down there before Sol. Listening to the florist’s tone, no one had died down there because of it.

Then this Soul Devouring Demon Swamp shouldn’t be that kind of aggressive creature.

The reason why Saul was willing to try the option that Soul Devouring Demon Claw recommended to him was because he thought that this fellow was sensitive to souls, and might have an innate intuition for Spirit Ester materials as well; and secondly, because he didn’t have a clue at the moment anyway.

Re-formatting and re-tuning.

Saul took out the materials he found that could be replaced and replaced them with the reagents rolled out by the seaweed clumps.

Of course, before trying it, he still had his journal test the goods first.

Saul had become very skilled at debugging this potion, and he soon met the underwater vortex.

“There doesn’t seem to be any difference.” Saul held up the test tube in one hand and lifted his pen to continue recording the reaction.

“So what’s next ……” Once the reagent was fully reacted, Saul took out a small piece of plastic bone he had refined and slowly poured the new reagent on it.

The plastic bone softened again and Saul gently disliked it with a glass stirring rod.

“Softer.” Saul finally noticed a slight difference in the results, “But the nature doesn’t seem to have changed much.”

Saul looked sideways and realized that the black tentacle root was somehow attached to the back of his neck again, the tip dangling next to his cheek.

Every now and then it went to the diary side and turned around twice, as if it could vaguely sense something; every now and then it weaved in and out of the materials on Saul’s desk, eyeing the knots.

“Come back.” Saul bellowed softly.

The black tentacle immediately retracted back to the side of his cheek, unexpectedly obedient and honest.

“The diary didn’t react to the softened plastic bone, so it seems that at this step, it can’t be called spirit ester yet.”

Saul’s left hand was suddenly recognized by the diary with the not-so-pleasant name of Spirit Ester after absorbing a fragment of Cid’s soul.

“Perhaps it is the soul fragment that is missing as a catalyst ……”

Saul jotted down all his guesses in his notes.

“But where to get soul fragments? It was mentioned in the book that ordinary people’s souls dissipate very quickly, and that normally only spiritual power like a sorcerer’s apprentice’s can form more stable spirit fragments. And it’s hard for ordinary people to keep their souls around for a long time unless due to contamination or extremely strong mental body fluctuations, so soul fragments are also rare.”

Even working in a necropolis, it was difficult for Sol to come across soul fragments.

Even if they did, they would most likely be intercepted and in the first or second corpse room.

But he couldn’t give up the raw material of plastic bones for soul fragments.

“Do we still have to pay for it?”

The pace of his wallet drying up was accelerating lately, and Saul was worried; when the loot was spent, could he still rely on his monthly credit paycheck and save up a little bit of money?

……

“Tower Master, Ralph from the Bloodthorn Family has come over to pay you a visit.” A blonde-haired, blue-eyed male Level 2 Apprentice with little emotional change stood at the door of the sitting room, bending deeply and bowing to Golza who was seated inside.

This was the eighteenth floor of the Sorcerer’s Tower, and all of the eighteenth to twenty-first floors belonged to Tower Master Golza alone.

There was a large parlor on the eighteenth floor, richly decorated.

Most of what those kings and nobles sought and loved could be found there.

But it was only a place to entertain ordinary guests.

Next to the large parlor, there was a small, unassuming sitting room.

This was where the tower master usually met his mentors and apprentices.

There were no common tables and chairs in the living room, all were sofas wrapped in soft cotton and a thick pile carpet that covered the entire floor of the house and would make you sink in if you walked.

The walls of the living room were lined with rows of trellises, and the flowers planted on them were the same companion flowers that Saul had selected.

At the moment the flowers were swaying from side to side in unison, like they were dancing, or stretching their necks and singing.

Against the outside wall were two nearly floor-to-ceiling rectangular windows. The translucent frosted glass gave the sunlight that poured in that hint of gray.

The owner of the entire wizard’s tower, Golza, sat on the widest couch in the sitting room. His entire body was wrapped in a huge dark red cloak, with only a little bit of his pink chin showing under the hood.

Opposite Golza stood a stooped old man with white hair and a wrinkled face.

The old man was respectful, but appeared a bit spiritless.

It was none other than Sol’s apparent mentor, Kaz.

The two were talking when they were interrupted by the apprentice in charge of delivering the message.

Golza looked sideways at the apprentice, “The Bloodthorn family?”

The apprentice’s back sank down a few more points, “It’s the family that Cid, a second level apprentice in the tower, came from.”

After the apprentice’s reminder, Kaz remembered this.

“Ralph of Bloodthorn? Didn’t he die? I remember the burial was pretty rushed.” “Oh, I remember.” Golza said to Kaz with sudden interest, “The Bloodthorn family’s blood and flesh sorcery is still quite interesting. It’s a pity that it’s not in the right direction for our research, or else it wouldn’t be bad to recruit him in as a mentor.”

Kaz smiled awkwardly and reminded Gortha in a low voice, “Tower Master, Cid is the apprentice who was killed by Sol. Cid is also Ralph’s grandson.”

“Oh, then what did Ralph come over to try to do?”

The words were directed at the messenger apprentice.

The apprentice remained in his bowing posture, and when he heard the tower master’s question, he immediately answered, “Ralph wants to take away his grandson’s body.”

“Heh,” Golza let out a light laugh, “Ralph is also a sorcerer who majors in the dark attribute, how could he think that there could be a corpse left behind? Why don’t we just pick up a random bone in the ground and give it to him?”

Kaz: “……”

“Just kidding.” Seeing Kaz’s expression, Golza knew what he was thinking, “The other party is at least a formal first-ranked sorcerer, you can’t be so rude.”

Feeling that there were some things that the tower master cared about that he had to get on board with, Kaz took the initiative and said, “The other party is probably trying to find out the murderer.”

That was the apprentice you had your eye on in the first place!

“Makes sense.” Gortha nodded.

Then he disappeared abruptly.

Kaz sucked in a breath of cool air, the coldness of it entrance along his teeth, making him feel incredibly toothy.

It always felt like the tower master wouldn’t do anything good!
Seeing that the messenger apprentice was still pouting there, Kaz told him to back off first.

He turned back and walked over to a frosted window and saw the scene outside with a flick of his hand on it.

Up close, in a very clear sort of way.

Not surprisingly, the Tower Master had appeared before Ralph, who was waiting outside the tower.

……

Ralph had just gotten out of his carriage to wait at that moment.

He was dressed in a black nobleman’s gown and stood in front of the Sorcerer’s Tower’s main door with a sullen face.

He didn’t think he would see Golza very easily.

The other party was, after all, of the Second Order, with status and position, even if he made him, a First Order sorcerer with little background, wait for most of the day.

But how could Ralph not expect that he had just handed his words up for less than five minutes when a figure instantly appeared in front of him.

Ralph had never seen Golza before, but he was also able to recognize the other party’s identity at first glance.

Instant flash!

Worthy of being a strong second-ranked sorcerer who was also ranked in the entire sorcerer world, Golza was able to slightly touch the space spells that only fourth-ranked sorcerers could study.

Ralph went crazy with jealousy inside, and also became more and more determined to get back the Death Wizard Diary!

He was sure that as long as he activated the diary, he would be able to utilize the knowledge on it and successfully advance to the fourth rank!
At that time, both Golza and the family behind him would only be able to lick the soles of his Ralph’s shoes!
“I know why you came over.” Although Golza’s entire body was hidden in his cloak, his tone was still gentle, as if he was being finely persuaded, “Since I’ve joined the Sorcerer’s Tower, even if I die, the corpse is still my property. You go back.”

Ralph knew that things wouldn’t go too well, but he couldn’t give up easily, even if he could learn the identity of the murderer, he could squat nearby to watch for the other party to appear.

Negotiation was something that needed to be pulled though, so Ralph started with a more excessive request.

“I understand, my lord. It would be an honor for Sid to contribute to your research. But I wish to kill the murderer by hand, and to that end I am willing to exchange my knowledge of the family sorcery of the Bloodthorn with you.”

“Well ……,” Gortha mused for a moment.

Could there be a trick?

The corners of Ralph’s down-curved mouth pursed a little.

Who knew that the next moment, Golza suddenly raised her hand, revealing a pink palm.

“Go back, you hear?”

Ralph immediately felt great humiliation, but he suppressed his anger and made himself look more humble, “Honorable Lord Golza ……”

A blinding white light violently exploded and flashed from Golza’s palm.

“That’s ……” Ralph only had time for that thought to rise before he began to feel his entire body burning.

It didn’t hurt, but it was burning.

Hunter, the old butler who had been holding the horse in silence behind Ralph, was dumbfounded to see his master’s body instantly twisted and clumped like a strand of hair that had come into contact with an open flame in the aftermath of the white light.

An old head fell with a thud onto a pair of straight legs.

All three, finally, rolled into a ball.

Thanks to the big guy for the reward

(End of chapter)