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Chapter 92 – Whose Trouble Is It Who Solves It

Golza turned his head to look at the old housekeeper, asking softly as if he was afraid of scaring the other party, "Is your master's coffin still there?"

Hant felt that he might have forgotten what it was to be afraid, and in the face of such a gentle voice, he could only answer with his human instincts.

"It is, my lord."

Gortha nodded, "Then, if you please, send him back."

"Yes, my lord."

In the next second, Golza's figure disappeared once again.

Numbly, Hant stepped forward, wrapped his arms around him, cupped his former master's head and two legs, and silently placed them back into the wagon.

"Master, let's go home."

Gortha sent the visitor away with ease and was back in the sitting room in the next instant.

He sat down on the couch and leaned back, letting out a soft sigh of comfort.

It seemed as if he had just gone for some kind of strenuous exercise.

Kaz, on the other hand, stood back up to his original position as soon as he saw that Ralph was down to three small pieces.

"Ha, Kaz, how's it going, I haven't forgotten all my light attribute sorcery, have I?"

Kaz bowed his head respectfully.

"You are that powerful no matter what attribute you major in."

Golza nodded in satisfaction.

"However, why did you spare Ralph?" Kaz was puzzled.

Killing someone, why did you spare him?

"I sent him back to his coffin to stay. He won't recover without four or five years."

Gortha's explanation was pale, but Kaz could only nod.

Inside he didn't understand at all.

Could it be that the Tower Master hadn't dealt a death blow because he was concerned about the Blood Rose Clan that the Bloodthorn Clan had originally belonged to? But that was a long time ago, right?

At that moment, Kaz heard the Tower Lord say again, "By the way, tell Saul the location of the Bloodthorn Clan in three years, and have him make a trip there."

"Uh?"

"You've caused your own trouble, solve it yourself. If he doesn't become a second level apprentice in three years, let him die out there!"

"Understood. Then I'll go back first?"

Golza nodded, then leaned back on the sofa without speaking or moving.

At this point in time, he was like a cloak.

Spread out flat on the couch.

Kaz left the sitting room, closing the door softly behind him.

Then the corner of his mouth twitched.

"Does Tower Lord want Saul to go to the Bloodthorn family to exercise Saul, or does he want to expose him to flesh and blood sorcery? Does Tower Lord really want Saul to participate in our experiments? Then how many more years will we have to wait ..."

Kaz shook his head and left with his hands folded.

The butler, Hunt, was a good driver, and even though the car was going fast, his master's round head remained firmly planted on the seat's upholstery.

Passing through towns, the old butler didn't stop the wagon to find a place to rest either, but kept it running fast.

It was as if by slowing down a bit, he would follow in his master's footsteps.

It wasn't until the stars appeared overhead that the carriage stopped between a mountain pass.

The muscles on the old butler's face suddenly twitched, and as if his entire body came to life, he rolled and crawled into the carriage.

"Master, master!"

He cupped Ralph's head and poured a can of pre-prepared plasma on it.

The blood flowed down Ralph's face, all the way to his mouth, as if an invisible force was guiding the way.

The gray pupils of Ralph's dead eyes suddenly moved.

Then came the mouth recovering slightly.

"Quick, I want meat!"

Ralph cried out in unmistakable weakness.

The old butler hurriedly sent Ralph's leg over.

Ralph didn't care that it was his own body, and a handful of red flesh and blood suddenly stretched out from his charred black neck and wrapped around his legs. This was followed by the sound of chewing.

"Not enough, not enough!" The neck was eating, and the mouth wasn't idle.

Without hesitation, the old butler drew a long knife from under the carriage's as ground, and with a single slash, he cut off his left arm, endured the severe pain, and handed it under Ralph's neck.

Ralph came and devoured the old housekeeper's arm again.

"Not enough, not nearly enough!"

The old butler immediately swung his knife and sliced off his right leg flush, picking it up next to Ralph with the tip of the knife.

Now he couldn't sit still any longer and collapsed into the wagon, huffing and puffing low.

Just as he was wondering if he was going to let his master just devour him next, Ralph was finally satisfied.

Or rather, temporarily satisfied.

A few meters of tongue lolled out of his mouth and added to the roots of the old butler's arms and thighs.

The old butler's broken limbs healed immediately, just not new arms and legs.

"Go back to the manor first, I need to recuperate for a few years." Ralph's neck lengthened a bit, and he collapsed wearily on his side on the cushions.

"Yes, master." The old butler propped himself up with one arm, then rolled his feet on the frame to immobilize his body as he continued to drive back.

On this night, if any pedestrians saw the old butler who was driving the car, they would probably be scared half to death.

Ralph's curses came from inside the carriage.

"Gorsa, this madman! This murderer! The dictator! I curse you to be betrayed by all and to eat your flesh and blood alive!"

But even the curses, Ralph kept them low, lest they should reach beyond the compartment.

Hant knew that his master, this time, was truly afraid.

After a while, Ralph had vented enough and said to Hunter, "I'm afraid I won't be able to recover without four or five years this time. You have to be careful during this time, don't let anyone know that I am still alive."

"Understood, master." The old butler answered.

Ralph then closed his eyes and prepared to rest.

His butler, never let him down.

"Wait for me, wait for me to recover, wait for me to retrieve the diary's ... I will not let them go!"

......

Neither Golza nor Kazi spent their days keeping an eye on Saul's learning progress.

They seemed to be incredibly certain that Saul would be able to become a Level 2 Apprentice within three years.

And Saul, relying on his own persistence without any knowledge at all, finally managed to raise his magic power value to 45 Jiao after two years.

At the same time, he had also parsed the rules for the construction of a 1st rank sorcery, and as long as he wanted to, he could be promoted on the spot.

However, Senior Byron suggested that he try to raise his magic power to 50 joules before learning a 1st rank sorcery.

Deciding to listen to the experience of those who had come before him, Saul had pressed himself not to practice 1st Order Sorcery.

The process of raising his magic power from 14 joules to 45 joules didn't go as smoothly as Saul had imagined.

Even the thought of it was filled with tragic memories mixed with heartbreaking snot and tears.

The progress of raising the magic power value always got stuck at a certain value every now and then, unable to continue increasing through meditation.

He had asked, and this happened to others as well, but there were few people who got stuck a few steps at a time like Saul.

What was even more annoying was that Korie had never gotten stuck!

And she had already successfully advanced to a second level apprentice three months ago.

That day she couldn't wait to run in front of Saul to show off, and kindly told him that she had already chosen one of the two consecutive empty rooms on the 12th floor, waiting for Saul to be promoted so that she could continue to live next door to her.

Even if he hadn't been promoted to the second level yet, Saul had done a lot of useful work in the past two years and had reaped the rewards.

With the help of Komoro and the diary's tout, he had managed to optimize his plastic bones, update his left hand, and successfully remodeled his right hand with the optimized solution.

Yes, after determining that the program would not affect the flexibility of both hands, Saul did not hesitate to melt his right hand as well!

Now both of his hands were light gray, with a smooth and delicate exterior, somewhat transparent, and the white bones inside were vaguely visible.

Moreover, his sculpting and molding skills had gotten much better, and his newly remodeled two hands looked like plaster sculptures in an art studio, with a few aesthetics.

In addition to the two significant increases in magic power that these hands brought to Saul, after Saul incorporated soul fragments into them, they also opened up a new ability – Spirit Ester Control.

This ability allowed Saul to release 0th rank dark attribute sorceries with little to no adjustment of spirit power. The release was quick and simple, as natural as waving a hand.

Not only that, this time, Saul also deliberately found a way to solve the problem of his hands being afraid of electricity. On the white bones of his hands, he drew a set of left-right symmetrical, interacting sorcery rune arrays to resist the electric field.

In this way, he then put a pair of insulated gloves on the outside, and there was basically no problem of fear of electricity!

(End of chapter)