Chapter 173 – The Ingredients of the Candle
The pipes behind the candlestick made Saul sweat, but it couldn't stop him from continuing his experiment.
Although Ferguson wanted to do harm, the offer he made really made Saul's heart sing.
Saul was short of magic crystals, short of credits, and even more short of all kinds of rare experimental materials. And now he still has a lot of trouble on his body, and to solve the trouble he needs to go deeper into the research, which is a new large amount of expenses.
Since Ferguson and Kukin wanted to count themselves and throw a sugar-coated bomb. Then why couldn't Saul swallow the sugar coating and throw the cannonball back?
What the real candle was really worth, he didn't know, but he should be able to craft an impostor.
Anyway, Ferguson just wanted to use the candle as evidence to blackmail him, not really to use it, as long as it looked okay in general.
Of course this roughly also need to be high imitation to be able to do, a glance of fake then can not eat sugar coating.
Said to do, Saul immediately for the properties of the candle began to imitate the experiment.
He first lists the various properties of the candle performance, and then backward push the substances that may be contained inside, and even calculate and derive the synthesis reaction formula.
This flurry of deduction directly worked until midnight.
The result of high intensity brain power operation was that Saul was particularly sleepy and was not too keen on replacing it with meditation.
"The cocoon of the nightmare butterfly has been taken out and sealed, and there is currently no movement ... Why don't we take this opportunity to sleep and see if we will still be affected by the cocoon."
Self-soothingly, Sol laid down on the low bed next to the long table with peace of mind.
This bed was Ku Jin's, and because it was too big to be transported, Ku Jin simply left it to Sol.
And Saul simply changed the bedding and proceeded to use it.
Before going to sleep Saul removed the gauze, his left eye is still gray and can't see.
"It seems that I must find someone to use a high level healing sorcery to recover. I hope healing the eye isn't too expensive."
Saul slowly closed his eyes.
"I hope I don't dream tonight."
He fell asleep quickly.
But there were others who tossed and turned all night tonight.
The mighty third level apprentices Kukin and Ferguson had gotten together again in secret to discuss their response tomorrow;
Missing a semblance of her beauty, Konza curled up at the bottom of her own bed, looking forward to the future with both anticipation and trepidation;
Angela, who had been given a five-finger stamp by Saul only during the day, wore a mask through the night in the West Tower;
And the library, usually as quiet as a tomb, is incredibly lively tonight.
The three librarians, young, middle-aged, and old, were gathered together in an unprecedented manner.
"Are you sure?" The youth asked with a nervous face.
"Sure." The older man held up his hand, almost all of his ten fingers were missing part of the first knuckle and hadn't recovered to this day.
The youth's eyes immediately glowed, but were quickly blurred by tears, "We ... have a chance to get out!"
The middle age, however, poured cold water at this time, "You guys are crazy, crazy? How can we possibly escape?"
The middle-aged man's face was full of sorrow, and as he spoke, he was still looking left and right, deeply afraid that there would suddenly be a figure that appeared behind the crowd, coldly gazing at them.
The youth looked at the middle-aged man with disdain, "Afraid? What's there to be afraid of? Can he kill us again?"
The middle-aged man, however, trembled just hearing the word "he".
The old man ignored the timid middle-aged man and stroked his beard.
"I have an idea ... Tomorrow, we find someone to try him."
The youth was uncertain, "Didn't you try?"
The old man was ruthless, "Try harder this time, and mix it straight out!"
Middle-aged scared jumped up, the whole person did not enter the ceiling and fell down, "you crazy, you are really crazy!"
But the youth showed excitement to a twisted smile, "dry, who goes?"
The old man stood up with his back hand, "I'll go!"
The youth nudged his mouth, but didn't object.
Only the middle-aged kept repeating with trembling lips, "Crazy, all crazy!"
...
The early morning sunlight could not shine into the gloomy wizard tower. Saul had a dreamless night and slept soundly.
He got up in a flash and only felt refreshed, even the gloomy storehouse looked much lovelier.
Saul stood up, ready to pack up and continue the experiment. However, when he saw the experiment records on the table, he suddenly felt that there was something wrong with his perspective now.
Saul raised his hand and touched his eyes, then closed his right eye again to look around, and was shocked to find that his left eye had actually regained its vision.
He hastily used the knife reflecting on the table to observe himself. To his surprise, he found that his eyes had returned to normal and the color had changed back to black.
"How is this body of mine still ... playing with self healing?"
Saul hurriedly went to check the cocoon sealed in the test tube, and after seeing the silver-colored balls slowly floating up and down, he let out a fierce sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the cocoon did not go back to the eyes, or else yesterday he was working for nothing.
Since the eye wasn't healed because of the cocoon, was someone secretly healing him? Or was it the body's self-healing, as Saul had guessed at first?
The only people who could freely enter and exit the second storehouse were Saul, who worked here, and Golza, the owner of the wizard tower.
Although the tower owner definitely had this ability, he basically wouldn't actively intervene in Saul's studies and research, quite literally letting him grow on his own.
In that case, it was still more likely to heal itself.
Thinking of this, Saul simply picked up a small knife and simply sterilized it, after which he rolled up his sleeve and left three consecutive wounds on the top of his right arm.
The three wounds were of different depths.
After simply sterilizing and stopping the bleeding, Saul made a simple bandage with gauze.
He then noted down the time and the wound performance respectively, as a way to study whether his body really had the ability to heal itself.
After doing all this, Saul's energy turned back to the candle.
Yesterday, he basically parsed the composition of the candles in the Sorcerer's Tower that had remained uninterrupted for years, and by comparing it to the experimental notes he had left behind over the past few years, it surprisingly did allow him to find one of the main components.
That was the sap of the companion flower.
It was just that there was still a slight difference between the composition of this flower juice and the composition of the flower juice in Saul's notes. It was unknown whether it was a difference in experimental data or a difference in material composition.
After all, the companion flower itself was a large category, subordinate to a variety of functions, like making poison, increasing magic, stabilizing the spiritual body and so on.
Saul had owned a few companion flowers and retained quite a few petals.
He immediately took out two petals belonging to different functions, and once again carried out the composition analysis experiment.
This time, there were a few differences between the two sets of data he obtained and the data in the candles, but the overall trend tended to be the same.
"The newly obtained two sets of data have similar differences themselves. Then I can surmise that this ingredient is indeed a companion flower."
To ensure that the data was reliable, Saul ruthlessly took out two petals that were the same as before and conducted the experiment again.
The result of the experiment was that the second set of data was comparable to the first, and the differences between each set of data were also comparable.
Saul picked up the analysis sheet of the candle's composition, "So, the companion flower inside this candle should be one that I didn't cultivate."
Saul stared back and forth at the data sheet in his hand for a few minutes, then suddenly raised his pen and wrote the words "solid mental body" on the paper, then drew a big question mark.
"The flowers added to the candles are probably companion flowers that can stabilize the spiritual body! That's why the Witch Tower has been cultivating and acquiring this flower."
The candles all over the Sorcerer's Tower were stabilizing the spiritual body of one or another being?
"If that is the role, the candles are indeed important. But cutting down a small amount won't affect the candle's effectiveness. If Kujin wanted to threaten me with a candle, he would have at least demanded an intact candle."
However, having identified one of the main components of the candle, the other Sol did not find a corresponding material.
If there was no way to make a candle that could fool Ferguson out by this afternoon, then Saul would have no choice but to reject the other party's deal for now.
Ferguson, who was just physically abnormal, might dogpile on him.
Although Saul was not afraid, he would not be able to eat the candy coating in front of him.
"What is the other main material? Or what can be used to exhibit the same properties?"
"Suspected blood vessels, intestinal-type tubes, a white substance transported inside, candles that can automatically repair candles melted by burning ..."
Saul's pen-turning stopped and his eyes shifted to the arm he had just knifed three small wounds into.
"Try?"
(End of chapter)