Chapter 85: Please live up to your name
That little seaweed blob landed on Sol's left shoulder, its roots and tentacles all stretching upwards, twisting and shaking as it did so, like it was having a seizure.
"What is this thing?"
As Saul muttered to himself, the diary that had been hovering quietly over his left shoulder flew lightly in front of him.
[Sol Calendar 314, August 26th, Sunshine
It seems like you've discovered a secret space under the Sorcerer's Tower.
I don't know how many hidden secrets are buried here.
Beneath your feet is the Soul Devouring Demon Swamp, which has existed for an unknown length of time.
And now, the core consciousness of the swamp is dancing on your shoulders.
I can see that it really likes you.
Like to ... want to keep you here forever.]
Soul Devouring Demon Swamp? Core consciousness?
Diary, diary, you've gone overboard again, you know?
"This little seaweed blob likes me?" Sol muttered.
At this time, the little seaweed ball suddenly leapt up from Sol's left shoulder and pounced into the air, looking at that momentum, it was actually running towards the diary in front of Sol's eyes!
"Whoosh–"
The little seaweed blob pounced and directly rolled into the mud from the edge of the high platform.
Saul: "..."
"Diary, are you sure this core consciousness is into me, not you?"
Diary didn't bother with Saul and flew back to his left shoulder.
But its behavior just now made Saul a little wary.
Was that seaweed blob able to detect the diary's presence?
Why else would it run wherever the diary was?
"It's called the Soul Devouring Demon Swamp, so its essence shouldn't be that clump of seaweed, but this piece of mud instead. Why can the mud sense the existence of the diary?"
"It's clear that even the tower master never noticed my left shoulder."
This realization made Thornton feel nervous.
If there was anyone else who knew about the existence of the diary in his body like Cid did, then Sol would not be able to get a moment's peace for the rest of his life.
Death Forewarning, what a useful golden finger in this world!
It was worth the desperate pursuit of countless people.
"It dragged me down just for the diary?" Saul's face was heavy.
It wasn't like he was in a hurry to get out now.
He scrutinized the entire quagmire, thinking of some way to destroy it all.
Or at least destroy that core consciousness.
"Can Scorching Breath deal with it? If there are bodies buried here, there should be some flammable and explosive gases down there, right? Gotta be careful not to blow myself up."
Just as Sol was thinking, the seaweed blob that had just fallen down climbed back up along the high platform.
It climbed to Saul's feet, shook off the mud on its body, and started bending its tentacles again, bouncing towards Saul.
Saul stretched out his left hand and struck out with a fist, trying to send the latter flying.
However, the moment his fist came into contact with the seaweed mass, the latter stretched out countless black tentacles, wrapping around Saul's wrist and fixing itself firmly onto it.
Saul's punch was equivalent to an empty swing, and he quickly readjusted his center of gravity and punched the ground hard with another punch.
However, at the moment before his fist was about to land on the stone floor, Saul's movements came to a hard stop.
From the beginning to the end, that seaweed ball did not show any sign of evading and dodging, and even rubbed against Saul's left hand, as if it also liked his left hand very much.
Saul raised his hand in confusion, looked at his left hand that seemed to be wearing boxing gloves, and thought to himself, "Could it be that this seaweed blob didn't perceive the existence of the diary?"
The Death Sorcerer's Diary, it was unknown where the source came from, but the origin was definitely not simple. Saul thought it could at least reach the level of a third level official sorcerer.
Lord Golza Tower was a senior second grade sorcerer, and there should not be any mysterious creatures that existed beyond the third grade under the sorcerer's tower that he had established.
Moreover, this Soul Devouring Demon Swamp was obviously a dump-like existence used to dispose of corpses and remnant souls ...
Remnant Souls?
Saul thought about his left hand, which was hinted by the diary as a spirit ester that could briefly host soul fragments.
Could it be that what this seaweed blob perceived was actually the flavor of the left hand's remnant soul?
So when it pounced on the diary at that time, was it also because it sensed the soul fragment on top of the diary?
After all, at that time, after Sid was shattered by the Inductive Chair, but there was still a black shadow that entered the interior of the diary.
That black shadow must have been part of Sid's soul fragment, and it was a very special part, otherwise it wouldn't have sucked it away from the diary.
It was just that the black remnant of the soul had disappeared.
I don't know what exactly the seaweed clump had sensed.
While Saul was pondering, that seaweed doughnut had been rubbing against Saul's hand non-stop. "Have you licked it enough?"
Returning to his senses, Saul tried to peel off the black guy on his left hand with a speechless face.
But the guy was so pestering that when he peeled off one side, the other side came back up.
So that Saul panted, and in the end was still not able to take down this seaweed ball.
"Hoo ... you're pestering me so much, do you want to leave with me?"
Saul gave up, he planned to leave here first, then find someone to deal with the guy in his hand.
Who knows that just after his words fell, the seaweed mass that was rubbing around in his hand immediately stopped moving.
But it didn't detach from Saul's left hand either.
"Hm? Is this you wanting to go out with me, or not?"
Instead, Saul became interested and began to tease the seaweed blob in reverse.
"Goo-doo ... goo-doo ... snap! Gudu...snap!"
Who would have thought that the mire around the high platform would suddenly agitate, and one huge bubble emerged and exploded.
A huge black tentacle as thick as a thigh stretched out from under the mud, desperately probing towards the high platform, but fearing the high platform, it could only twitch on the mud around it.
"Swish!"
"Splat!"
That one violent swat seemed as if it was going to break Saul into pieces.
Saul immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing.
He exerted force with his right hand, and this time easily ripped the seaweed mass from his left hand.
"I didn't really mean to take you out, so since you're so upset, you'd better go back and stay there."
As if the seaweed doughnut really understood Saul's words, he walked to the edge of the high platform three times in a single step, and finally jumped off.
Looking at that appearance, it was like a child who wanted to go out to play after school but was taken back by his parents by the ears.
However, the seaweed ball went back, but the abnormality of the quagmire did not calm down.
They were like the parents of a child, pinching and issuing stern warnings to Sol.
A single tentacle slapped the mud, and soon, as the mud churned, new horrors appeared before Sol's eyes.
A pale human face emerged from the mud, their expressions were hideous as they glared at Saul, their mouths opening and closing as if they were pleading or cursing.
There was obviously no sound coming out, but it caused Saul to feel a ringing in his ears.
Even if he covered his ears, he couldn't block out the strange sound waves.
Saul couldn't think of anything else, and rushed back to stack the two lab tables laboriously on top of each other and stood on them.
However, he neglected the fact that he was only 12 years old now, and was not tall enough to stand on the two tables, and surprisingly, he could not reach the top of his head.
Saul took a risky jump and grabbed the soil above his head with one hand, but couldn't lend any strength at all, and landed back on the table, staggering and almost falling onto the raised platform.
"Whew!"
The chirping in his ears grew heavier, and Saul crouched down on the table, covering his ears in pain, and barely managed to stand up, but could no longer jump.
Just as he was about to fall off the table, a charred, dry hand suddenly broke out of the ground above his head, grabbing Saul's arm and ripping him out of the underworld.
Saul finally saw daylight again.
"Yuck yuck!" He spat out the dirt particles in his mouth, and before his eyes could even open, he kept thanking the person who saved him, "Thank you, thank you, I thought I couldn't get out."
The man who came was the garden's florist, and the color of the skin on his hands was as yellow as his face.
The florist still had a big smile on his face, it was the movement of standing up that looked stiff.
"There is no need to be afraid. This is the early laboratory of the Sorcerer's Tower down here, but it's been abandoned for a long time." The florist explained enthusiastically, "Although the Sorcerer Lord made reinforcements, but occasionally there will still be apprentices passing by who fall down."
Physical discomfort and a sense of foreboding.
Today's three rivers, according to the book's previous practice, should be added to celebrate, haha, save it for the shelves to make up for it ... (written down in Byron's little book)
Really thank you all readers, all the achievements of this book are you every day every day to help me top up! Your support and encouragement gave me endless strength, I will try my best to write the story of this group of big and small wizards, I hope to be able to go on with you!
Shouldn't there be a testimonial for Three Rivers? I don't know, just put it here, Run went to code.
(End of chapter)