Chapter 28: Endless Learning, Endless Work
If the composite rune was just a projected overlap of two different runes, then there would be countless solutions, fortunately, Saul re-looked through the Introduction to Rune Construction once more and discovered a base condition qualification that he hadn't paid attention to before.
With these few conditional qualifications, so the three-dimensional construction diagram of the composite rune was finally determined.
The planes where the two runes were located overlapped in three-dimensional space, and their sizes were equal, so the magic power distributed, in fact, should also be even.
If one really distributed the magic power between the two runes in proportion to their size as seen by the naked eye, it would be doomed to failure.
Sol held up the three-dimensional diagram he had just drawn with both hands, closed his eyes and began to depict it within the mental space.
After about an hour, he snapped his eyes open with excitement all over his face.
"Choke! I did it!"
A wave of exhaustion followed, causing Saul to nearly collapse to the ground.
How could the construction of a single composite rune consume all of his magic power?
Then how could he still unleash a 0th rank sorcery?
A wave of panic ran through Saul's heart, could it be that none of his magical talent could even support a single, simplest sorcery?
"Calm down, calm down, I I'm constructing a compound rune for the first time, maybe a lot of magic power wasn't used to the point and was wasted."
Unfortunately, now that his magic power was depleted, there was no way for him to immediately attempt a second construction, so he could only take out his crystal ball and start meditating first.
"Gimme!"
The candle flame brightened, awakening the meditating Saul.
He looked sideways, "Come to life."
It was also a pain to have his studies interrupted, but who made this job the cornerstone of his change in his destiny as well?
The conveyor belt hummed as a new body appeared through the tassels in front of Saul's eyes.
To ease his fear and stress, Saul chose to call these bodies guests, like the song that always hummed on his lips when he came home alone late at night.
"Well, this guest died a bit tragically."
Instead of a corpse, it was a puddle of broken flesh, broken to the point where bone scraps were mixed in with bits of meat foam and guts.
The bottom was also pocketed with a large piece of leather cocked on all sides, otherwise it would have bled out into the open.
Saul selected a clamp from the array of tools behind him.
As he looked around, the minced meat was surprisingly dense with little flashes of light. It was just faint, and at a glance it was clear that it wasn't worth much, even if it was thrown away.
Saul endured the discomfort and leaned over to carefully pick at it.
However, to his surprise, those glittering crumbs were not fragments from the corpse, but some tiny little powders.
Saul switched to a smaller pair of tweezers and picked out a few slightly larger pieces of white powder from it.
In the blood and flesh, they surprisingly retained their original color and were not stained red.
He took his time and collected a small handful, his back aching.
Saul left a little, and wrapped the rest in vellum and put it in the long table behind him, in a small box.
The rest of the body, Saul wrapped his hand around the leather underneath, and dumped it all into the large box at the bottom, and covered it with a lid.
That box seems to have the effect of isolating the odor, the smell of blood in the room immediately dropped a few degrees.
The candle flame on the portal was still bright.
And alive.
Saul pulled down the wrench and watched as the conveyor belt brought him his next guest.
This guest was a little girl who didn't look more than five or six years old.
Saul looked sideways, a little uncomfortably.
How could there be such a small girl in the Wizard's Tower?
He hadn't heard of any wizards getting married and having children here.
Unfortunately death was always equal and would not spare anyone just because they could not bear it in their hearts.
Thor let out a long breath, set his head and attitude straight, and continued to observe the body, utilizing his semi-immersed meditative mind.
"No, she's not a little girl."
Upon closer inspection, Saul made other discoveries.
"The teeth and bones don't look like a child's."
Luckily, thanks to the knowledge from the book "Corpses", Saul had some ability to differentiate.
"It should be some apprentice who, due to the influence of some sorcery, made the exterior look like a child, but the internal organs and bones are still adult."
Although he knew that it was a bit unfair to the woman in front of him, Saul's clenched heart still felt a little relaxed.
He made quick work of it, sending the remaining parts into the large crate below.
The light on the conveyor port was still bright.
"Alas, there are still living ..."
The third guest should have experienced a battle, with many slash marks on his body, and his head was even pierced through, so that he could see the black conveyor belt below.
After finishing his work, Saul looked up.
The lights were still on. Why is it still on?
He looked up suddenly at the clock and realized it was six-thirty.
Half an hour was simply not enough time for him to scrutinize the entire body.
However, the amount of materials he had turned in today was already enough, and it was fine for this last guest to casually deal with it.
The last guest appeared with the sound of the rumbling conveyor belt.
It was a plump woman.
She had probably died from some kind of curse, and her body was covered in dense fissures.
Yet not a bit of blood flowed out of the fissures.
Saul used his meditative mind to look at it, and surprisingly saw countless translucent tongues sticking out of the fissures.
These tongues were like little birds waiting to be fed by their mothers, turning around in a stream and wagging their soft tongue bodies towards Saul.
Saul stuck his tweezers over and those tongues turned as well, as if waiting to be fed.
Saul got goosebumps watching.
Whatever those tongues were, he didn't want to touch them with his hands.
And the body in front of him was so intact that it seemed like the apprentices, who were responsible for the first two processes, hadn't touched her much.
Saul turned back, ready to switch to a longer clip, when he caught a glimpse of the little bit of white crystal that had been under his secret.
He pinched one up with his tweezers and moved it once again to the top of the body's cleft.
This time, the little transparent tongue near the tweezers retracted back into the slit, as if fearing the crystals.
Moreover, when the translucent tongue retracted back into the fissure, the fissure stretched out surprisingly with flashes of light appearing.
"Does this crystal stone ... have the power to expel weirdness?"
Saul retracted the tweezers, and the tongue ran out again.
Saul simply threw the small crystal, which wasn't even the size of a grain of rice, into the fissure.
"Giggle!"
Accompanied by a faint burning sound, a green smoke rose from the fissure.
Saul hastily took two steps back and held his breath.
Luckily, the smoke quickly dissipated and the hardcover book didn't react.
He waited a moment, went back to the body, sliced through the gaping hole where there was no longer a tongue, and rummaged around for a while.
The original small crystals had been thoroughly pulverized and appeared to be useless.
Sol, on the other hand, clips out a small flesh tumor at the flash.
"Destroy a tongue with a crystal and you get a sarcoma. Then of course I'm choosing ... crystals!"
Saul turned back and opened the box he had just stored the crystals in, and when he closed the lid again, what had been a small packet of crystals in the box turned into a lone small sarcoma.
The candle flame on the teleportation table was finally dimmed.
Saul organized his things, and when he looked up, he was surprised that it was already half past seven.
Don't linger in the East Tower after eight.
He hurriedly grabbed the books and papers on the table as soon as he could and rushed out of the corpse room with his head buried in his hands.
"Huh?"
A figure stepped in front of Saul, and the two almost collided.
But the man in front took a step back early, allowing Saul to pounce.
"Sorry!" Saul apologized and immediately tried to leave, but after taking two steps, he stopped and turned back.
"Are you the senior in charge of the first corpse room?"
The person Saul almost bumped into was coming from deeper down the corridor.
His hair was gray, but his skin was not wrinkled.
Eyelids drooped, half asleep.
"Hmm." The other man, who seemed to have a good temper, or little desire to make contact with people, grunted lowly and was about to walk past Sol.
"Hmm?"
That spiritless second level apprentice, as he passed by Sol, his afterglow swept over the drawings Sol was holding in his hand.
"Uhm ..."
He stretched out his index finger and pointed at Saul's right hand.
When Saul looked down, he saw what he was clutching in his palm – a three-dimensional coordinate composite rune diagram.
(End of chapter)