Chapter 25 Doing Business to the Corpse Room
It's a new day, 1pm.
Senior First Class Apprentice Hayden walked into the second corpse room in silence.
He glanced at the teleportation table, the candlelight on it was dim.
Still no work today.
That was a good thing.
He's been dealing with bodies for three years.
The job itself was stomach-churning for him, as well as sickeningly boring.
But he couldn't do it without it, and if he didn't do the job, he had no idea how he was going to pass the monthly tests.
There were already fewer and fewer first level apprentices entering the Sorcerer's Tower with him.
A few managed to advance to second level, a few died in the tests, a few died in their studies, and a few stuck it out in obscurity just like him.
So, despite being incredibly tired of this job, Hayden couldn't give it up.
With no work today, Hayden walked over to the desk against the wall and casually flipped through the book.
But he quickly snapped the book back.
He'd read these books many times already, and they weren't going to help him advance to the second level.
"Actually, when you think about it this way, it's pretty good not to be promoted to second level." Hayden looked next door, "The job of being responsible for the first process of disposing of corpses already has a level two apprentice doing it. Without this job, I would probably need to worry about passing the test every six months just like any other second level apprentice, right?"
Thinking like this, Hayden was even less in the mood to read.
He walked over to the conveyor belt and suddenly wanted to lie down on it and try it out.
But just as he had one leg on the conveyor table, there was a knock on the door.
He was so startled that his hand nearly held it up in the air.
Who would come to this place, at this hour?
It couldn't be that newcomer from yesterday, could it?
Hayden lifted his chin and wandered over to the door.
"Who is it?"
"I'm a level two apprentice, Sid."
Hayden's jaw and shoulders immediately scrunched into one place.
He hurriedly opened the door and saw the impatient blonde young man through the crack.
The scarlet door opened a crack and Hayden rushed out.
"Senior, you're looking for me?"
Together with Hayden drilling out, there was also the disgusting stench of the corpse room.
Cid frowned and took two steps back.
Hayden saw this and rushed back to close the door behind him.
"I hear there's a new guy filling in at the body room?"
"Yes, a staggering little boy."
"How's he doing?"
"I haven't seen this ... yet, so I guess it's okay?"
Sid sneered, "How well can a newcomer who just arrived do? Besides, this is a job that my schoolmate also wants to do."
"Huh?" Hayden looked up in surprise.
"Can you find a way to free up this job for him?"
"Vacate it?" Hayden scrunched up his hands in embarrassment, his eyes wavering in all directions, "But the jobs in the necropolis are assigned by Mentor Katz."
"When that job is vacated, I'll naturally have my apprentice fight for it." Cid rubbed his fingertips, the tips of his fingers slightly deformed as a fine white powder fell.
"So, then I'll go persuade the new guy?" Hayden asked tentatively.
"Heh," Cecil let out a meaningful laugh, "If you do it to my satisfaction, I'll give you a Midnight Phantom Plume."
"Ah!" Hayden straightened up completely, his eyes glazed over, "I, I ... I'll make sure that kid ..."
Suddenly!
"Doing business to the morgue yet?"
A low voice interrupted the two.
Hayden and Sid looked deeper into the hallway at the same time.
"Is that the second level apprentice in charge of the corpse room?" Cid narrowed his eyes, "He actually came so early? I'm afraid there's going to be more blood this time."
However, when the person who spoke out stepped out of the darkness, the pupils in Sid's narrowed eyes shrunk violently.
On the side, Hayden almost sat on the floor.
"Guide, mentor ..."
The one who walked out from the depths of the corridor was not some second level apprentice, it was clearly Mentor Kaz. Cid was stared at by Kaz, his heart trembled, but thinking of Mentor Kaz's past style of behavior, he said stiffly, "Mentor Kaz, we are just ..."
Kaz raised his hand and interrupted Cid's words, "I don't care what you are doing."
Cid's heart was relieved, he knew that his mentor could not care about the apprentices.
However, Kaz's next words made Cid almost sit on the ground as well.
"A lot of servants and apprentices have died in the tower recently, so go out and bring back a dozen or so seedlings from the outside world."
Cid's heart trembled as he tried to turn it around, "Yes, Mentor Kaz, when I finish my tests next month, I'll ..."
"Still next month? It's this month! You leave tomorrow, no, by tonight!"
Kaz glared, he was small, and as soon as he made a show of being angry, the other two apprentices instantly felt like they were being crushed into a rocky crevice by the other's aura.
"Instructor Kaz," Cid no longer had the arrogance he had just shown, his head was covered in cold sweat, "I'm testing next month, if I leave the tower now, I might not be able to make it back in time."
Kaz faced Cid and said unmoved, "You have to understand one thing."
"All the servants, maids, and apprentices in the Witch Tower are the property of the Tower Master, and you," Kaz pointed his crumpled index finger at Cid, "have already caused damage to the Tower Master, so naturally, you need to make up for it."
Cid opened his mouth, but in the end, he could not utter a single word.
A bead of sweat, slipping from his temples, fell to the ground and broke into several pieces.
...
Saul learned the next afternoon that Cid had left the tower.
The person who told him was, as usual, Mentor Katz.
"Senior Sid?" Saul's face paled a little.
His hand pressed on the book he had just transcribed, his fingertips contracting as the pale yellow paper was gathered into a creased mass.
"But why ... would he want to harm me?" Saul shook his head in disbelief.
"That's for you to figure out." Kaz pulled out a book and threw it on the tabletop.
Saul looked down at it, a thin silk book.
The Corpse Refining Guide.
It was the first time he had seen a book made of this cloth material.
"I see you, uh, have good talent, take this book and ask me if you don't understand." Kaz glanced at Sol's reaction and turned away.
Saul held up the book.
A non-textbook wizard book was worth at least two magic crystals a day, and a guidebook was worth a lot more than perception.
Mentor Katz was equivalent to giving him a lot of magic crystals.
"Mentor is so kind." Sol said and laughed softly.
He put The Corpse aside first, collected the smile at the corner of his mouth, and carefully smoothed out the book he had just wrinkled.
"Giggle~"
There was a soft sound, and Saul looked over at the sound.
The candlelight on the conveyor table turned bright white.
Saul walked over and pulled down the wrench with force.
The black conveyor rolled up and a fresh body covered in black leather came out from under the tassel.
This time the dead man was a stranger, and died more peacefully.
Saul lifted the black leather and sure enough the body was more intact as well.
This was the first time he had handled it independently.
Saul allowed himself to fall into a semi-submerged meditative state.
Although the man-monster walking chart was something Sid had gotten someone to slip in to try to get him killed. But Saul was unexpectedly suited to meditating with this chart.
Besides, the hardcover book hadn't given the word, so it could continue to be used!
Saul felt up the tools on the table behind him.
The body shifted gently, and in a trance, the person lying on the teleportation table took the form of Cid.
Saul closed his eyes, bringing himself back to reality.
"Now I have a month, but when Cid returns, I'm afraid there will be a more vicious counterattack."
Although the crisis wasn't completely resolved, it at least gave Saul a chance to catch his breath.
"Now it seems that as long as I'm still useful, I'll be able to beg for some shelter. Still need to make myself more useful for that."
As Saul worked, he glanced at the copy of the Corpse Refining Guide that Kaz had given him.
Suddenly, he stopped what he was doing.
"Could there be any connection between Corpse Refining ... and Witch Body Transformation?"
(End of chapter)