Chapter 161 – The Riddler
Finding all the materials consumed almost ten hours of Sol's time. And transferring everything securely onto the cart consumed almost the same amount of time again.
In other words, by the time Saul had organized his things, it was already the early morning of the 30th.
Saul pounded his arms, which were sore from moving them up and down, and set the cart aside first.
It wasn't even six in the morning yet, and it wasn't safe on the East Tower side to wait until the candlelight turned back to white before going out.
While there was still some time left, Saul carried a lamplighter through the layers of shelves to the back of the corpses.
He hadn't checked the number of candle lights yet today.
There should be no less than eighty-one burning candle lanterns, and to be on the safe side, it was best to have more than a hundred.
"One, two, three ..."
Saul walked along the walls around the corpses, counting the number of bright lights one by one.
"Gimme ..."
Saul had just counted the tenth candlelight when he saw it go out on its own.
Without saying a word he raised the lamplighter high, the blue flame approaching the wick and relighting the lamp.
The candle lamp was immediately re-lighted by the flame from the port of the lamplighter.
But as soon as Saul lowered the lighter, the candlestick went out again with a giggle.
And again, and again, and again, and again.
Saul put down the lamplighter with a grim face, looked around and made sure that there were definitely more than eighty candlesticks on, before rolling up his sleeves and raising the lamplighter.
His eyes were half-closed to visualize the erosion map, and through the slits in his eyelids, he stared intently at the mischievous candlestick.
This time, as he relit the candlelamp, a translucent, ghastly white lip appeared out of nowhere and then pouted at the candlelamp ...
Saul immediately turned the lighter so that the flame of the port coincided with that mouth.
"Ullah wllah gibberish ..."
He vaguely heard a few wails, which were unintelligible but felt like curses.
So Saul wasted no time in chasing after and cauterizing that mouth with his lamplighter.
White flames rose from the translucent lips, scaring it so much that it twisted its mouth and flew away.
Saul would not let it go easily, holding up the lamplighter, persevering in pursuit.
One fled, the other chased.
Saul followed the mouth and kept running into the corpses, watching it land on one of them.
Saul stopped, first looking mentally at the diary over his left shoulder, before lifting his lamplighter and approaching the corpse.
"Were you the one who just messed up?" Saul raised the lamplighter and waved it in front of the corpse.
The corpse's eyes were tightly closed, behaving no differently than any ordinary corpse.
But after seeing the trickster's mouth just now, and his experience of seeing himself when he possessed these corpses, Saul seriously doubted that these corpses were not senseless.
They can see the outside world and have memories ... will still make trouble!
Could it be that the need to maintain a bright candlelight in the hanging hand valley is to prevent these corpses?
Saul raised the lamplighter, this time he did not light it, just use the still hot port against the corpse's mouth.
"Mess up again and I'll burn your actual mouth."
After the vicious threat, Saul stepped back under the candle lantern.
This time the candlelight did not go out again, and no subsequent candlelight was ever again unable to be lit.
Saul counted along the wall, the total number of lighted lamps one hundred and eight, there are still a few even with the lamplighter does not light.
Maybe it is broken.
After checking the candle lamps, Saul turned back to observe the corpses standing in the storehouse;s room.
Because of his experience working in the corpse room, Saul wouldn't be afraid of corpses and blood, but while staying here, Saul would always feel that something was strange.
It always felt like when he wasn't paying attention, the corpses would move on their own, change their positions, gather around and even talk about him.
That feeling of obviously not noticing anything, but always having eyes focused on his back was really hard to bear.
When Saul was organizing the storage room, he had also deliberately noted down the location of each body, and then later in the inspection, he never saw them move.
But he once had the experience of inexplicably possessing corpses, but he also understood that even if these corpses would not move, it is definitely not something that is really without any abnormality.
But these corpses are all numbered important items in the warehouse, even if Saul wants to dissect one to study the research can not.
But Saul is not really unable to do anything about them, when his research on souls becomes more and more in-depth, one day he will propose to his mentor to borrow a corpse for research.
Letting go of this group of guys for the time being, Saul continued to organize the things in the warehouse. As the new warehouse manager, he planned to make an item retrieval table, sorted by character, so that he wouldn't have to waste his time on finding things in future quests.
This was also a big project.
He was busy until 6 o'clock, when the East Tower was unblocked, and only then did Saul put down the half-finished product he was holding and carted it out of the warehouse.
Passing through forked paths and rooms stacked with boxes, he quickly came to the outermost double bronze metal gate ware.
Pulling the cart backwards, Saul pushed open the right gate with one hand, making sure the left gate was untouched before stepping out.
Beyond the doors was a darkness so thick it was close to solidifying into a substance, and the candle lights on the walls had shrunk to a white halo, making them impossible to maneuver.
Through the dark corridors, in no time at all, I went up to the second floor of the East Tower.
Saul went to the very outside and saw Cullom, who was tiptoeing towards the third corpse room.
The other party didn't see Saul, and his face was as excited as a child stealing candy.
"He really likes corpse room work!" Saul shook his head, sighing as he walked.
Saul thought to himself that he was different from the corpse-obsessed Cullom, who was simply enjoying the thrill of a successful experiment.
Because of his bloated body and the inconvenience of moving around, Mentor Rum was probably the only one in the tower who would barely leave the house.
In these two years, Saul had also seen Rum a few times, and each time, he was mainly reporting the results of his experiments.
Mentor Rum did not persuade Saul to study under his name anymore. It was unknown if he had already given up, or if he had been secretly stopped by Mentor Katz.
Saul was secretly relieved.
He knocked on the door, no one answered, but the folding door automatically gave way to a small slit.
Said slit was small enough to accommodate Saul inside with the cart.
Stepping into the room and pushing aside the heavy dividing curtains with one hand, Saul once again saw the sunlight, and the corners that were growing darker as the sunlight reflected off of them.
Mentor Rum was sitting in this darkest corner.
"Mentor Rum, these are the materials prepared for you." Saul stepped forward and said respectfully.
After about ten seconds or so, the motionless Rum whispered, "Put it on the table."
Sol transferred everything to the table, bowed to Rum, and prepared to leave.
"Sniff ..."
Rum, who was originally like a silent mountain of meat, suddenly sniffed at Saul.
"Where did you get that doll on you?"
Doll? Saul hesitated.
His relationship with Lord Golsata had always been a secret. No one else knew about it except Mentor Kaz.
But this time, when he returned to the tower, Golsa took Saul away in full view of everyone. There were not only a few people from Byron at the scene, but also the five captives from the land rover.
I guess the tower master no longer wanted to continue the secrecy. When he gave him the red-eyed doll, he didn't warn him that he couldn't tell outsiders.
What had made him change his mind?
Quickly flashing through these thoughts, Saul did not hide it, "It was given to me by the Tower Master."
"Well ...," Rum narrowed his eyes at Saul, seemingly recognizing him as a person for the first time.
Saul could only bow his head and let it be measured.
After not seeing him for a few months, Mentor Rum had gained weight again.
His height hadn't changed, but the fat around his body was increasing, piling up into a mountain and gradually starting to devour his still normal head.
Mentor Rum just sat there, making Saul, who was standing by the side, have cold hands and feet and feel uneasy.
It was like an active volcano that could erupt at any time.
"Have you ... still decided to major in the dark element? You should understand that your talent is actually more suitable for studying fields related to the spiritual body and spiritual power."
Mentor Rum spoke again, and it was actually a topic he hadn't brought up in a long time.
This time, Saul did not hesitate, "Yes, Mentor Rum, I have already made my decision."
"Is this your own choice? Did anyone force you?"
Not expecting Rum to ask so bluntly and abruptly, Saul was taken aback, but still nodded to show his attitude.
"Heh." Rum let out a low laugh, "Majoring in the dark attribute is not bad, perhaps this is destiny."
Saul couldn't understand his mentor's meaning, each one of these powerful people was a riddler.
When he was promoted to a full-fledged wizard, he would make sure to let these people guess his meaning in turn!
Chapter 2 a few minutes later
(End of chapter)