Chapter 107 (Mill Sail Town Drama) A Bowl Can't Hold a Bucket of Water
Shelly rose up from the ground in a sorry state, his eyes staring in disbelief.
"You're from the Witch Tower?"
Saul knew it was because he looked younger, and he didn't explain much, directly a mage's hand brought the letter that fell to the ground accurately in front of Shelly.
"Got it this time." The smile on Saul's face withdrew, his voice instantly lowered an octave, "If you get it off again, I'll rip your head off all together."
Shelly heard this and subconsciously reached out and clutched the letter paper tightly.
He looked down and was basically able to confirm that it was a handwritten letter from the Wizard Tower.
Taking advantage of the other party's efforts to look down at the letter, Saul whispered to Penny, "I've thought about it for a while, and if I want Ada to be happier in the future, it's better for you to stay by his side."
Penny tilted her head, one pair of eyes unconsciously opening again, revealing the gray pupils inside, no longer the original silver stars.
Saul had taken Penny's eyes and her ability to see the world through dreams.
This was not necessarily a bad thing for an ordinary person.
"You wait a little while for brother Saul, and when I'm done, I'll send you back."
Penny nodded and reached forward with one hand, touching Saul's shirt before sliding down it to the corner and clutching it tightly.
Saul left a few moments of attention to Shelly at the other end of the room, the other man was reading the letter from Mentor Rum, but could attack at any moment.
Saul couldn't guarantee that the prestige of the Wizard's Tower would actually intimidate this, a first level apprentice who hadn't even learned the basics of initiation.
After all, there was a saying that ignorance was fearless.
Just look at what this wild first level apprentice was doing.
He's actually trying to refine the Spirit of Grievance to boost his own magic power?
Was he thinking that he was too lucid right now and that his brain hadn't been completely scrapped?
On the opposite side, Shelly finally finished reading the letter, and his face was a shade of green and white.
In fact, the content of the letter was very short, Saul had read it, a scolding was all.
The content of the letter is probably that Mill Sail Town's tribute to the Sorcerer's Tower is optional, and if you don't care about it yourselves, then you don't have to send it in the future.
But the tone was much colder, and the attitude was very condescending, completely different from the way the mentor usually scolded his apprentices.
But Saul felt that the Sorcerer Tower's attitude towards the Grinding Sound Fruit was not so indifferent, or else it would have been better to directly break the connection, so why bother to let him send a letter of reprimand, and suggest that he investigate the reason for the reduction in the production of the Grinding Sound Fruit?
Saul had never heard of the sound grinding fruit as a material in the past two years, and didn't know what it would be used for.
Across the table, Shelly was clearly struck by the words of the letter, so much so that by the time he finally put down the letter paper, the muscles in his face were twitching.
"My lord," Shelly suppressed the complex emotions that filled his heart and bowed to Saul, a boy who didn't look even as old as his son, "Please allow me to change my clothes, it's too rude to receive you like this."
"No, I don't care for these troublesome manners."
Saul's words directly caused Shelly's steps towards his clothes to pause.
Shelly looked over incredulously, as if he wanted to say something else.
But Saul directly sealed his chance to open his mouth, "I don't know where you got such a method of creating a resentful spirit. But this method does not raise you from level one to level two."
After listening to the old madman's story on the road, Saul realized that the leader of this town seemed to be making a deal with the barbarians. The priests of the barbarians, on the other hand, had a unique method of refining grudge spirits or even evil spirits from ordinary people.
This made Saul wonder if this Level 1 Sorcerer Apprentice in front of him was trying to use the barbarians' methods to get himself promoted to Level 2?
The reason why he hadn't done anything along the way was that he wanted to directly see what the people of this town were trying to do.
No amount of investigation was as clear as seeing it with his own eyes.
Looking at the sorcerer apprentice across the street, whose body was as white as a corpse soaked in water, Saul knew that the other party had begun to use grudges to promote himself at least a year or two ago.
Even though Saul was not clear about the specific method, he could analyze from its principle that one of the side effects must be that after absorbing many grudges, he would be disturbed by the chaotic consciousness of the grudges.
It would make you live in a nightmare at all times.
Paranoia, despair, madness, collapse ...
Without the appropriate means of dealing with it, this would be Shelly's eventual end.
Between that and the fact that Saul had guessed part of the reason for the reduction in the production of the Sound Grinding Fruit.
Sound grinding fruit ≈ tranquilizer
Shelly was afraid that he was using the Sound Grinding Fruit to calm his confused mental body.
However, this could only achieve a momentary suppression, which would eventually be replaced by a more violent outburst.
Shelly on the opposite side had a somewhat surprised expression when he heard Saul's words, but Saul knew that the other party might not take it to heart when he looked at his flickering eyes.
Similar to the concept of "you don't understand, this is my ancestral recipe". "What's your name?" Saul suddenly asked a question.
"My name is Shelly, my lord."
One of Shelly's hands didn't know where to put it.
When he was alone, or in a position of absolute oppression, he greatly enjoyed the feeling of being in direct contact with nature and having nothing to worry about.
But when he was scrutinized and suppressed, then the nudity now became that of a lamb to the slaughter in a sheep pen – the kind with all the hair shaved off.
Saul naturally saw the other man's discomfort.
But he couldn't let his enemy put on his gear.
Who knew what odd props would be inside the other party's clothes?
"I remember you have a companion?" Saul was talking to Shelly with his mouth. In his mind, he was thinking about other things.
"Yes my lord, his name is Yuni, he is also a first level apprentice."
Saul asked again, "Did you two cultivate the Sound Grinding Fruit together?"
"Mainly I am in charge of cultivating it, Yuni is better at fighting."
It would be impossible to kill one and keep the other.
Sol made up his mind.
"Do you know the conditions for promotion to second level apprentice?" Sol gently tapped his toes.
Shelly on the opposite side froze and looked up, not understanding why the topic had suddenly turned to this.
"This ..." he hesitated for a moment, but still answered, "Magic value of at least 45 Jiao, and successfully constructing a 1st rank sorcery."
"What is your current magic power value?"
"44 joules, my lord."
No wonder he's looking for another girl so soon, I guess he's anxious to pierce that windowpane.
"If I'm not mistaken, your magic power was close to 45 Joules before ... you killed that girl yesterday, right?" Saul's toes unconsciously slid on the ground.
Because there was a little friend, Penny, who had excellent hearing beside him, Saul didn't use words like "refinement" or "extraction".
"It's ... of, my lord."
"Even if I hadn't appeared today, you wouldn't have been able to utilize her to raise your magic power value to 45 Jiao."
Shelly gave that not-so-believing look again.
"Your mental body is too loose, it simply can't corral the magic power around you. The resentful spirits of ordinary people you created are extremely fragile, and since you don't have the strength to restrain them, they will naturally escape when they reach a critical level."
Wild apprentices, even the teachings they received were crippled.
"But, but ... "Shelly seemed to have figured it out, but subconsciously refused to believe it.
"In other words you can understand, a bowl that doesn't hold a bucket of water."
The words were so blunt that Shelly froze.
Saul's magic power value had also been bottlenecked a few times, but his situation was different from Shelly's. He was the magical talent that was dragging him down, not reaching the upper limit of his mental power constraints.
And while Shelly's situation wasn't without a solution, Saul couldn't talk about it now.
"I think you've figured out what to do next. I really don't understand why you need to make a deal with the barbarians if you've already defected to the Wizard Tower."
Saul took a heavy step forward, startling Shelly.
Shelly finally raised his head and revealed a smile that was worse than tears.
"Because you guys, you won't do anything but take away the sound grinding fruit!"
His hands suddenly wrapped around both of his arms, and his fingertips snapped into the flesh, slashing downward viciously.
Blood spurted out all at once, and along with it, out of the wounds, came the gray face of one of the young girls.
They floated out of Shelly's wounds, their faces wooden, their feet still inside the wounds, but their legs pulled thin and long, like hydrogen balloons tethered to him.
"There's no turning back for me!" Shelly roared.
(End of chapter)