Chapter 222: Winning the hemp
Saul wasn't concerned about Heidi's whereabouts, he narrowed his eyes but kept his smile, "So senior, were you watching while I was being chased by Noodle Arm?"
He wasn't complaining that Haywood didn't step in to help him, but if Haywood stood by coldly, he could naturally do the same.
Forces were mutual, and so were relationships between people.
Who knew that Heywood admitted it quite frankly.
"Yes. After all, I wouldn't dare move with the bronze door double open."
Saul: ... has a point.
The words had come to this point, Saul already knew what Heywood wanted to do when he approached him.
Heywood also stopped grating, "I'd like you to enter the mezzanine one more time and fish out Heidi."
Saul raised his eyebrows, "Save someone who wants to kill me?"
Saul wasn't that idle.
"Before you solve the problem of incompatible spirit bodies, I can help you solve the problem of your soul always going out of body in the short term."
This was the start of the conditions? A sustainable temporary locator?
"Not a bad condition, but not necessary."
Saul was already well aware of the horrors of the mezzanine. In particular, the eye-filled area between the storage room and the basement was supposed to be the most dangerous, and he'd almost gotten toasted when he'd gone in there.
Those eyes weren't even on the same level of creepiness as the wax in the pipes.
The diary could testify to that.
Unsurprised by Saul's refusal, Heywood proceeded to name an offer that made Saul very tempted.
"Plus how about ... information about your silver eyes?"
Silver eyes?
Sol reacted for a moment before remembering that Heywood was referring to the cocoon of the Nightmare Butterfly!
The silver colored cocoon that he had dug out of his eye socket, carefully sealed, and had so far been afraid to start studying.
"How much do you know?" Saul immediately got serious.
He didn't want to end up with a bunch of misinformation after a busy day.
"Dreams, nightmares, butterflies." Haywood said word for word.
Hit the nail on the head!
No matter what one considered, the Nightmare Butterfly was a dangerously powerful and mysterious existence.
Heywood was betting that Saul's curiosity as an apprentice sorcerer fit the bill.
"The conditions are indeed fine." Saul had to admit that he, who had already seen the power of the Nightmare Butterfly, couldn't resist this knowledge, "But Senior, don't you have a way to save Heidi? It's your identical sister after all."
Haywood's complexion froze, and the temperature around him suddenly dropped two degrees.
"I don't specialize in soul-based sorcery, and my physique doesn't allow me to perform soul disembodiment."
Saul was a little surprised, wasn't the Tower Master's main research soul-related content? How could Haywood, as the Tower Master's apprentice, not have studied this?
Haywood said, "The mentor initially wanted to complete his experiment by creating a qualified body carrier. But in the end, he realized that there was no point in having only a body. Almost all the problems during the experiment focused on the soul."
Sol blinked, "You mean the experiment of resurrecting Mrs. Yura?"
Haywood opened his mouth, hesitated a bit, and finally said, "Pretty much. But since my mentor hasn't revealed the specifics to you yet, I can't speak without authorization."
Saul rubbed his chin and thought to himself, "Almost means not quite resurrection. Could it be that the Tower Master really just wants to use Lady Yura's death to work on his real experiments?"
Right now, Saul had gotten too little information to speculate on what exactly the Tower Lord was trying to do, but it always felt like it couldn't be unrelated to the resurrection.
Seeing that the topic ran far away, Haywood pulled back once again, "As long as you're willing to make a move, I'll give you another hundred credits as reparation, and I can also make sure that Heidi won't come after you again because of what happened before and inflict harsh punishments on her."
"Haywood actually cares so much about his sister?" Saul intuited that it wasn't that simple, "The spell ... planted on him wouldn't be his locator, would it?"
"Of course, if you really mind, I'll just have to go and ask someone else ... with a price I can afford to pay."
Haywood meant to use the Nightmare Butterfly's information as payment to commission someone else?
It seemed there was no fourth bid.
"I can only give it a try, after all, it's too dangerous there, and I may not be able to find Heidi." Sol agreed.
If he refused he would not only give up the Nightmare Butterfly and one hundred credits, he would also offend the Tower Master's apprentice.
Wizards, interests come first, not shabby.
Haywood nodded slightly, showing a little smile, reaching out and taking out a black bottle from his cloak.
That bottle had a large opening, almost as wide as the body of the bottle, and was sealed with a piece of black cloth at the mouth.
The overall look was rough and old. "This is where Heidi lived when she was a child, she is familiar with the scent, later when you leave your body, I will open the mouth of the bottle and you will be able to catch the scent of the bottle by reaching out. As long as Heidi is still conscious and able to move, she will definitely come over to you."
"Okay, I'll try, but if Heidi attacks me again, I'll be sure to stop immediately."
Haywood smiled, "As long as you call out her name, she'll know that I sent you."
Saul told Heywood to wait a moment as he returned to the second storage room and sat down at the lab table, in no hurry to try an out-of-body experience.
Tonight's experience had suddenly made him realize another of his gifts. He had to figure it out before entering the mezzanine.
"Lord Morton, if one's spirit body can devour other spirit bodies, what does that mean?"
The journal appeared and flipped open.
[I'm not sure exactly how it works, but I've met a man like that, a man from the Land of the Undiscovered who used to be one of my toughest enemies. But he was also one of the craziest, swimming on the edge of normalcy and alienation. He did have a way of getting stronger by devouring other spirits. But how to deal with the evil thoughts in those spirit bodies that affected his own will became the biggest trouble. Once he is lost due to his evil thoughts, he will instantly become a monster, the incorrigible kind.]
Seeing Morton's reply, Sol subconsciously touched his stomach.
After his soul was pulled into the tube, there was a period of time where he was disoriented and crazy. Thus when he regained his sanity and emotions, his brain automatically blurred the memories of that time.
He only remembered that he had eaten a lot of the things that attacked him, but he was somewhat unable to recall exactly how he fought back at that time.
Maybe if he thought of it, he would fall into disorientation again.
"Strange, this time I definitely devoured a portion of the evil thought-like weirdness, but after recovering, I didn't feel the effects of the evil thought. My spiritual body was strengthened as a result, and I even had the ability to recover without paying the corresponding price. Where did those evil thoughts go?"
[This is unlikely.
This time, Morton initiated the conversation.
[Unless what attacked you was in fact pure energy, there can't be nothing left of your consciousness. It could be hidden in your subconscious and not yet discovered. This is actually more dangerous because you don't even ... know if you are still yourself or not! Am I still myself? Isn't it?
More words were said, and Morton's consciousness began to be confused again. The experience of becoming an evil spirit had still brought an indelible effect on his soul.
The situation mentioned by Morton was indeed worrying, but ...
Saul closed his eyes and recalled his experiences, focusing on his past life's identity.
No problems were found.
"Is it really those evil thoughts lurking in the depths of my consciousness?"
While wondering, Saul suddenly saw the diary turn another page.
On the next page, was the midnight black paper he had once gotten at Ralph's Manor.
Saul was stunned.
This half page of black paper had unexpectedly changed!
It turned from half to two-thirds of a book page in size.
However, the surface of the paper was rougher, as if it was sandpaper.
And the normal black pages of the book edges are not neat, but the surface is indeed like vellum, not so rough to look at.
"This? This? Could it be that those residual thoughts and evil thoughts were all absorbed by the diary? And also used it to complete the black pages?"
Thinking of this, Saul's mouth grew wide in surprise, "Lord Morton, are there any props, sorceries, that can help one to put the evil thoughts absorbed within the spirit?"
[Impossible! Impossible! That's impossible! I don't believe it!"]
Morton seems angry.
Instead of reacting so violently, he surprised Saul.
"The diary can absorb these remnants? That's right, the diary can absorb even complete consciousnesses, there's no reason it can't absorb remnants! If that's the case, then wouldn't I be able to achieve a significant increase in my spiritual power by absorbing the spirit body without having to worry about the side effects involved?"
"Last time, those young girls' grudge diaries weren't absorbed, maybe it's because the quality wasn't up to par and had to be at least apprentice level?"
In any case, this was a more pleasing discovery than being able to get information about the Nightmare Butterfly.
It was known that it was very difficult to raise spiritual potential, so much so that more people were focusing on magic power, leading to many people having a magic power value supremacy theory.
As long as the magic power value was high enough, one would be able to unleash powerful enough sorceries, conduct more complicated experiments, and even kill more enemies.
But if Saul could utilize this opportunity to continuously improve his spiritual power, then he would be on a path that few sorcerers dared to tread.
Spiritual body modification!
The most crucial thing was that he also didn't have to worry about magic power not being able to keep up with the rate of mental body enhancement.
This was because he still had his diary to help him with his harmless sorcerer body transformation.
In short, this wave, he won hemp!
Thor: I've never been kind to myself.
(End of chapter)