Chapter 199 – Antidote? Poison?
"I ..." Hunter choked on his words, did he just say that?
At that moment, Olaf, who had been silent, spoke up.
"Sorcerer-sama, Mr. Hant, please allow me to say something."
Saul sidled his head, "Yes."
"It was Mr. Hunt who awakened me in the endless darkness in the first place, and I am willing to vouch for Mr. Hunt on my personal honor."
"If you agree to the deal, please feel free to order anything you need me to do in the process."
Hearing the knight's words, Hunter squinted at Olaf, his eyes filled with emotion.
It was like he had made up his mind.
"Lord Sorcerer," Hunter said in a deep voice, "if you can help Lord Ralph free himself, I can tell you one more ... clue that has the hope of advancing to the fourth rank of Grand Sorcerer."
"Fourth Order?"
"Yes," Hant's voice trembled, "that is an extraordinary tier that is enough to free a sorcerer from the limitations of physical death."
Although Hunter didn't mention what the clue was at all, Saul subconsciously felt that it had something to do with the diary as well.
Otherwise, how could a small, fallen wizard family have two transcendent existences involving the secrets of death at the same time?
"It seems that the few pages I found are just a bit of the diary's origin. Ralph and the others have another study of the diary. It's also right, if there's no understanding of the diary, how could Sid be so crazy?"
Saul picked up the half-finished product that Ralph had made, "I can help you make the potion, but you have to give me the clues first."
"This ..." Hunter hesitated, this was his last bargaining chip.
But after thinking about it, he suddenly squinted at Olaf, "Knight Olaf, please come over here."
"Me?" Olaf approached Hunter in confusion.
Hunter suddenly spat out a glowing blood-colored magic crystal, which surprisingly landed at the heart of Olaf's translucent figure.
Then a stunned Olaf's entire figure was sucked into the crystal.
Losing its reliance, the blood-colored magic crystal fell to the ground and rolled to Sol's feet with a tinkling sound.
After doing this, Hunter instantly became incredibly weak, and his head shrunk by a circle.
"Sorcerer Lord ... I gave all the information to Knight Olaf. If you break your promise, he will instantly turn into a spiteful spirit, destroying the information inside and haunting you forever. I am very sorry, but this is a restriction I must make."
Saul picked up the magic crystal, and in the reflection of the light, he could faintly see an agonized figure and several miniature sized rolls of parchment beside him.
Olaf was afraid that he could not have imagined that the steward, who had just been touched by him, would not hesitate to turn him into a grudge to threaten Saul to fulfill his promise.
"I want to inspect the goods first."
"No ... questions."
Saul carefully probed his spiritual energy into it, and when he touched a few of the rolls of parchment, he instantly saw part of the contents.
This volume turned out to be Ralph's research on the diary of the death wizard!
But when Saul wanted to continue reading, Olaf's resentful spirit on the side had a hidden tendency to explode.
Saul stopped probing in a hurry.
He looked at the butler who only had one head left, "It seems like you've been preparing for this for a long time."
Awakening Olaf's soul was most likely for this backstroke.
Olaf thought he was being rescued with good intentions, but he couldn't imagine that it was also an exploit.
Saul took the magic crystals into his arms, gave one last look at the butler, Hunter, and took the half-finished antidote to the table, reaching out and pushing it all to the floor with a slide.
He then took blank paper from the bookshelf and dipped his absorbent quill into the ink.
"Hant."
"Wizard ... Lord."
"Tell me the formula."
"Yes!" Hunter's eyes widened and he smiled.
The one who could unlock the basement entrance spell would surely be able to help Lord Ralph complete the antidote!
Hunter wouldn't know that Saul wasn't fighting alone.
"This formula doesn't seem to be the antidote." Ten minutes later, Saul had completely parsed Ralph's so-called antidote, and he said silently in his mind, "It's more like a poison used for relief."
[You analyzed it well, this formula is somewhat familiar to me ... but I can't recall where I've seen it before. Do you have a second dissolving solution? You can add it in and use it as a catalyst to accelerate the ability of the poison to spread]. "No." Saul came to Ralph Manor, naturally not to do experiments, so he had mostly props on him that were used for fighting or saving his life.
Morton mentioned a few more materials, but unfortunately either Saul didn't have them, or Ralph's lab didn't have the conditions for experimentation.
Another five minutes passed, and the butler Hunt who was watching from the back was a little anxious.
He realized that the young sorcerer lord in front of him didn't seem to be that good at parsing magic potions.
"But he can even easily unravel the Bloodthorn family's defense spells, so how could he be unable to replenish and complete his master's antidote?"
For a while, Hunter didn't know if his desperate attempt to hand over all his cards to Saul was a downright foolish act.
However, during these months of long waiting, he had gradually become desperate.
There was very little nutrient fluid left in the tray that held his head, and in another month or two, Hant might be reduced to a piece of rotting flesh.
He had no chance, and no patience to keep waiting any longer.
After another five minutes, Saul suddenly scribbled a few lines on the fly.
"Diary, please call Bill out."
Bill majored in poison attribute element, he should know more about potions.
Although there was little of Bill's consciousness left, using it here would be considered playing to his strengths.
[This formula isn't meant to save lives at all!
Bill was worthy of being an excellent third level apprentice of the Sorcerer's Tower, and saw the essence of this potion at a glance.
[If, according to you, the experiment subject has currently devoured many people and some creatures in some locations yet has not yet collapsed, then his flesh and blood must have either eliminated the bio-divide, or has been restricted by a powerful force that has not collapsed. Instead, this potion was a penetrating potion with no restorative effect or energy. It was equivalent to breaking the balance of the flesh structure. It belongs to the method of seeking a quick death.]
[Are you trying to save lives or kill people.]
"Killing, but is there any way to save his soul?" Sol thought without hesitation.
Even if there was a chance, he wouldn't let Ralph live.
If it wasn't for a Viktor who came out halfway, the trouble that Saul came here to solve was Ralph.
But Ralph, like Cid, knows of the diary's existence, and Saul wants to keep his soul as a new black page in the diary.
But Bill's words disappoint Saul.
[If I were to major in light or dark attributes, I might be able to. But I can only guarantee to destroy his physical body now. That's still the premise that you already have a targeted potion.]
"I see." Sol sighed.
The three people in the black pages were not sorcerers who majored in the above two attributes. And with Saul's current ability, he couldn't do soul refining yet.
"Wait, I remembered that I had copied a formula for forcibly creating a resentful spirit in Mill Sail Town."
But the formula that had harmed countless young girls was mainly used to refine the souls of ordinary people, and it might not be able to deal with a sphinx worm with the strength of a full-fledged sorcerer.
"Whatever, as long as the diary doesn't stop it, we can give it a try."
Saul made up his mind to give it a try.
At the same time, in the blind spot where the butler, who only had one head left, couldn't see, Saul quietly took out the red magic crystal that sealed the Olaf Knight and the scroll again.
The corners of his mouth rose slightly, "A steward, no matter how much insight he has, he's not a sorcerer, trying to use a grudge spirit to hold me back? It's really bumping into a gun."
With the help of Morton and Bill, Saul began the experiment.
Countless dusty experimental equipment was carried out by him.
Little Algae also separated dozens of tentacles for Saul to act as an assistant.
A little bit of time passed, and the increasingly tired butler Hunter opened his heavy eyelids and finally waited until Saul in front of him stood up from his chair.
"My lord ...," his voice grew weaker and weaker.
Saul walked over and was surprised to find that the other man's hair had withered like autumn leaves.
"If the formula you gave me is correct, I think I have the antidote made."
Saul raised his right hand so that Hunt could see the liquid rolling like grease in the crystal vial in his hand.
Hant grinned reluctantly and his dull eyes glowed a little, "Yes my lord, the antidote is in the same state as the master's idea. He said ... hoo hoo ... grease dissolves grease ... hoo ..."
(End of chapter)