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Chapter 153: Why are you knocking on the door

"A new guest?" Saul instantly thought of the evil spirit that had followed him.

The evil spirit that no one had ever seen but him.

Even the tower owner didn't notice it, or didn't intend to care if he did?

Even if there was no evil spirit, leaving his body in this wizard tower full of weirdness was definitely not a wise behavior!

"Although I was kicked out, that was only unconsciously caused by the body mutation. My body and my soul should still be the most compatible."

Saul gazed at his body, intending to walk over and try again, but just as he raised one foot, he suddenly put it down again.

"No, my current range of motion is a circle while my body is on the circumference."

"If I look at it from my current perspective, my body is at the top of the circle, and I, at the bottom of the circle!"

"This image is familiar, very familiar!"

"A human-monster walking diagram?!"

Saul raised his hands to his eyes.

These hands had no witch body modification molded into them when they were in the soul state. They were human hands.

But just now, Saul failed to notice that these human hands were not the hands of a fourteen-year-old boy.

It was a pair of adult hands.

"These are, my, my hands from a previous life?"

Saul looked up again, scrutinizing the rest of the house's furnishings.

Finally determining his current height, a little higher than when he was in his body.

It was the height of an adult.

"I am not Saul, this is my true soul. But this me is ... to the body that sits there."

"... is the monster?"

Thor a heart like his body, floating without any support.

"Because I'm not the true owner of this body? So I can't go back?"

Thinking of this, Saul's soul shivered, but at the same time it cleared his head a bit.

"Now is not the time to dwell on it, the important thing is to hurry back." Saul laughed bitterly in his heart.

Mentor Kazi was right, the more you know, the more you realize the unknown.

Saul put aside his cluttered thoughts and concentrated on analyzing the characteristics of the human monster walking map.

If it was a man-monster walking diagram, or erosion diagram, Saul, who had studied it for more than two years, had a thought.

He stood at the point furthest away from his body, "Now that I'm a monster, I'm going to turn back into a human."

He followed the edge of the circle in a clockwise direction, little by little, learning the movements on the erosion diagram, step by step, slowly approaching his body.

Taking the first step, Saul felt a slight difference.

Just that it was a vague feeling, he didn't think much about it and took the second step.

The third step, the fourth step ...

This time he could feel that he was indeed changing, as if his feet were being shoved into a pair of ill-fitting shoes.

It was uncomfortable at first, but he got used to it as he walked.

Maybe the shoes were being held up, or maybe the feet were getting used to the pain.

When there is change, it is good.

Saul moved on.

However, he had just traveled half the distance when in his afterglow, he suddenly saw a dark shadow drilling out from the direction of the table.

Because he was focused on mimicking the movements of the eroded figure, Saul didn't dare to move around and maintained his original walking pace.

He understood that if he rashly broke his current state of immersion, everything would be lost.

That black shadow stood frozen in place for a moment, then began to approach Saul's body.

Its speed was not fast, and it walked with a bit of hesitation.

Saul was anxious in his heart, but his steps were not meaningfully disorganized.

As he walked, the angle shifted and the image of the black shadow gradually became clear.

Its features were blurred, revealing only a pair of eyes.

Those eyes were red, gazing at Saul's body with some curiosity.

It was also this curiosity that brought it a little closer to Saul's body.

Saul's soul, on the other hand, in worry and anxiety, similarly approached his own body.

The black shadow seemed to have discovered something wrong, and it tentatively reached out its hand towards Saul's body.

Saul was only two steps away from the body.

The black hand was still approaching.

Saul, however, could only continue to take one step at his original speed. Even in his soul state now, he could feel the sweaty hairs on his body, or souls called sweaty hairs explode.

The black shadow's hand was getting closer and closer, the fingertips passed through the messy hair and were about to touch Saul's forehead. Finally, Saul took the last step, and he jerked up to where his body was!

Human-monster conversion complete!

Erosion complete!

Saul instantly felt the heaviness of his body as he snapped his head up and looked ahead of himself.

In a trance, he saw a black hand retreat as if frightened and finally disappear into the air.

"It's that evil spirit from the Valley of the Drooping Hand! It actually followed me all the way back to the Sorcerer's Tower."

But Saul clearly remembered that the tower master had said that there were no evil spirits in the Sorcerer's Tower, or it would be too dangerous for the apprentices. And the damage was severe for Gortha.

"I was the one who got ahead of myself. Perhaps it is, not an evil spirit."

His head starting to hurt again, Thor covered his forehead, "Zo, didn't you find anything?"

Komo didn't move.

"What in the world did I bring back a thing from Droopy Hollow?"

Thor stood up and tried to jot down a note, but as soon as he straightened up, he felt a wave of drowsiness.

He moved his arms and legs, and his soul didn't leave his body again, but the tiredness grew clearer.

"It should be mental fatigue caused by the soul leaving the body for too long." Saul didn't think about researching anymore, his soul had been tossed around for the past two days, and now he couldn't even hold on to meditation, he just wanted to sleep.

He stood up holding the back of his chair and fluttered to move towards his bed.

The original distance of two or three meters, hard out of the two or three hundred meters of hard feeling.

Finally tossed to his bed, his head had not yet fallen to the pillow, the person had already fallen asleep.

...

Hawk hadn't slept well since he knew it was his turn to clean the corridor tonight.

After drifting off until four o'clock, he was awakened by the sudden illumination of a candlelight.

Sitting still for a few seconds in a daze, he nudged the boy beside him.

The boy hadn't slept well either, as his turn was coming up tomorrow.

After being nudged awake, the boy didn't complain and sat up silently.

"If I don't come back, remember to mail the letter for me."

"... Good."

Hawk carefully took the somewhat crumpled letterhead out of his arms and handed it to the boy.

"I'm still going to get it back when I get back, you don't want to lose it."

"Got it."

Only then did Hawk get up from the bed and put on his clothes to go out.

Originally the job of cleaning the hallways hadn't been so horrible, but suddenly it had started to die again lately.

In just ten days, three servants had already died.

It is said that the last time someone died so frequently was more than two years ago.

It's no use reporting it to the butler, who every time says it's been resolved, but damn if people still die.

So now whoever was in charge of clearing the corridors of the second level apprentices was prepared to not come back.

Hawk was no different.

As he pushed his sweeping cart and successfully completed the cleaning of the eleventh floor, he cautiously stretched his head to look towards the twelfth floor.

The pre-dawn candle lights were dim, and the already deep, curved corridors felt like they were covered in a veil.

It was as if you could see clearly, and as if you could see nothing at all.

Hawk took a deep breath and buried the cart to break into the second level.

Until he approached the opposite corridor ramp, Hawk did not encounter any visions, which made him more or less agitated.

Once he was done here, he would only have one more corridor mission left.

He pushed on and took a general sweep of the nearby ground.

There was no strange garbage, no blood stains, and no unpleasant odors.

"Maybe, I can just run over there."

But just as Hawk was about to cart past the penultimate room, he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

Hawk froze in his movements.

He turned his head warily to look over.

The knock came from the room to his right.

But why was the person standing inside the room knocking on the door to the outside?

Slept through ...

(End of chapter)