Chapter 165 The Conspiracy
Think and do!
Making sure that the diary had no warning, Saul moved upward again as if he were taking steps.
Soon his head poked out onto the floor of the fourteenth floor, the lights were on and this dormitory was obviously occupied as well.
A third level apprentice's chambers were twice as big again as a second level apprentice's.
After making sure once again that there was no danger, Saul burrowed out with his whole body and began to wander around this dormitory.
Although the chambers were twice as large, the extra space was not used for enjoyment. It was as plain as an ascetic.
Those who were content with enjoying themselves would not be able to become a third level apprentice before the age of thirty.
Inside the dormitory, apart from the regular living room and bedroom, there was also a good-sized store room, as well as a pocket laboratory.
As Saul was about to dive into the lab to see what the owner of the place was working on, the diary popped up to remind him: don't look around, be careful of sealing it off!
"What a third level apprentice is researching is still dangerous to me!"
"The diary writes sealing off instead of going crazy, could it be that what the other party is researching is confining spirit bodies?"
Saul hastily took a few steps back and away from the lab.
This retreat led to the bedroom next door to the lab.
Before Saul could turn around, the sound of a suppressed conversation reached his ears.
"What the hell were you thinking? Are you really going to let that little runt take your job?"
A dwarf? Stealing jobs? Saul immediately righted himself.
What a coincidence! This is about him!
He turned around to see two tall, muscular men standing face to face in the middle of the bedroom.
They were arguing in controlled whispers, even their anger was displayed in a suppressed manner.
"Mentor Kaz personally sent the man here and didn't even allow me to argue a word, what else could I do?" This man who was a bit bereft between his words was none other than Kujin, who had been robbed of his job by Saul.
The other man Saul didn't recognize, but seeing his temperament, he must also be a third level apprentice.
"What can be done?" The other man's eyes darkened, "Kill him! As long as the person working is gone, this task will surely come back to you."
"Ferguson!" Kukin glared his eyes up and couldn't help but raise his voice, but he quickly reacted and lowered his voice again, "You're crazy, how can you do this kind of thing a second time? Do you think the mentor really doesn't know?"
"What's there about this that can't be done? Is there anything surprising about a dead person in the tower? Which one did the mentor ever care about again? Don't you forget that without the work of the treasury, we're going to be out of stock, do you want to go back to being the same loser you were before?" Ferguson was defiant.
Kukin, however, narrowed his eyes and scowled, "I think it's you who's in a hurry, isn't it? Once this matter is discovered, I am the most suspected, but you can stay out of it. After all, on the surface, no one can see the relationship between you and me!"
Seeing that Kukin was doubting himself, Ferguson nearly stormed into a rage, but he thought of something, suppressed his anger, and even lowered his stance.
"It's true that I was in a hurry. But I can't help it, why do you think I haven't gone out again lately?"
Ku Jin pursed his lips tightly and didn't speak, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.
"I'll show you."
Ferguson suddenly began to unbuckle his belt.
Saul, who was watching from the sidelines, stared in disbelief.
As soon as the belt was undone, the entire pair of pants fell to the ground with a brush, silky smooth as if there was no leg support there at all.
Underneath Ferguson's wide pants, there was actually a pair of black leggings.
And his two legs wrapped by the tight pants, but thin as a pole, and Ferguson's fine and strong upper body is completely inconsistent.
It was like the upper and lower bodies of two different people spliced together.
Kukin drew in a cold breath and his face immediately changed.
But Saul noticed more than that.
He walked over to take a closer look at the material of Ferguson's pants, which turned out to be the same as the long black gloves he had once worn, gloves he hadn't worn for very long before the Tower Master had mercilessly discarded them.
A large amount of magic crystals were lost.
Just as he was bemoaning his loss, Ferguson had grabbed the waist of his pants and yanked them downward with force, revealing a pair of thighs.
Saul hastily took two steps back.
Those legs were a bit intimidating.
Ferguson's legs were almost completely charred, as if they had been burned by fire, and a fine black powdery scum was falling downward just from standing like this. How could such legs still walk and stand?
A trace of white electricity arced from those carbonized legs.
This arc of electricity was familiar, and upon closer examination, Ferguson's situation was surprisingly similar to Mentor Monica!
But while Mentor Monica's electrically charred skin would soon return to normal and remain a great beauty, Ferguson's legs looked hopeless.
"My gloves are used to defend against external electric shocks, and his pants are to insulate his body from electricity." Saul shook his head, following the Tower Master's tone, "Both stupid methods."
At this moment, the stunned Kujin finally spoke with a shudder, "For, why is this happening?"
Ferguson silently put on his pants before answering with a sullen face, "Borrowing someone else's method to advance, of course you have to suffer stronger side effects."
"I will also become like this?" Kukin clenched his fists, the veins in his forehead jumping.
"If the materials are not replenished ..."
Before Ferguson could finish his sentence, Kujin stepped forward and yanked him by the collar, "You didn't tell me I'd be like this in the first place!"
Ferguson's face was unchanged, "Told you, could it be that you would change your mind?"
Kukin took several deep breaths to calm himself, "At the very least I have other options."
"A mere waste who can't be promoted at almost thirty years old, what other options do you have?"
Kukin's pupils trembled, his brows furrowed, and the fingers pinching Ferguson's collar tightened more and more.
In the room, both Saul and Ferguson stared at Kujin for an instant, waiting for him to make a choice.
Kukin finally let go of his hand, weakness in his voice, "We must take back the vault!"
Ferguson was finally relieved, "How do you want to do it? If you're afraid of trouble, you can lure him out, I'll do it, and you can get out of suspicion while you're at it."
Who would have thought that Kukin would just give Ferguson a blank look, "Is killing the only thing you can do?"
Ferguson frowned uncertainly.
"We could totally pull that Saul kid on board too."
"But it's not like he needs to steal materials." Ferguson asked in disbelief.
"I'm well aware of the second storeroom, and while there are some materials that can be taken at will, those materials are either in small quantities, not very useful, or have strong side effects. Trying to find the right materials from it is much more difficult than outsiders think. Haven't I only experimented with a few materials that we can use after so many years in the storehouse?"
"You mean ..."
"We could lure Thor with credits, or something else he's interested in, and get him to steal the materials for us."
"But that would be too costly, don't you have a lot of credits?"
Kujin suddenly quirked his lips, "Who says he'll keep giving him credits? As long as he violates the law once, he has a handle on us. At that point we can give a small amount of favors to get him to do more."
However, Ferguson was not optimistic about Kukin's plan, "It's just stealing something once, the other side may not be scrupulous."
"Whether to take a risk or not depends on the cost and the gain. If the gain is great enough, the coward will dare to kill; if the cost is small enough, he will not be cautious."
Kukin didn't wait for the bewildered Ferguson to speak, and took the initiative to explain, "For the first time, I'll use something that he will definitely be interested in, in exchange for him stealing what appears to be a very insignificant, but very important thing."
"What is it?" Saul and Ferguson asked at the same time.
Kukin said in a single word, "The candle."
...
Saul returned to his chambers.
The diary reminds him that he's been out too long and the old house is going to catch fire.
Not caring to continue eavesdropping on Kujin's plans, he sinks down, drops into the lavatory, and walks six steps clockwise back into his body.
"Yawn ..." Sol yawned, quickly pulling his clothes over his body, "Candles ..."
The scene in front of him began to spin and he managed to get out of the lavatory before falling to his knees.
His eyelids were heavy as if they were tethered to lead, and his arms were as limp as spaghetti.
He fell headlong to the floor, and his last thought before he sank into unconsciousness was, "Is Mrs. Yura a warning this time that the soul has left the body?"
(End of chapter)