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Chapter 142 – Insufficient Ability, I'm Very Sorry

When these words came out, whether it was Saul, Nick, or Wright, they all looked at Byron in shock.

Saul was surprised at how Byron knew about his relationship with the tower master. Although it had never been picked out, Saul had always thought that the Tower Lord was secretly teaching him. He just didn't know why he was sneaking around.

Could it be that he felt that a first level apprentice couldn't hold his own? But judging from the Tower Lord's behavior, he shouldn't be someone who cared about that.

The shock in the hearts of the other two was even harder to describe, especially Wright, whose eyes were filled with despair after realizing what Byron was talking about.

He felt that even if he could escape from here and return to the Sorcerer's Tower, he probably wouldn't live long.

After all, after Bill secretly harmed Saul, he didn't choose to help Saul, but rather blocked the way of life.

How dare he take the Tower Master's student and treat him as an outcast?

It was true that wizards valued value and cared about ability, but it wasn't as if they didn't care about relationships.

Once he thought that Saul was actually a student of the Tower Master, Wright instantly felt that the evil spirit in front of him wasn't that scary anymore.

Perhaps dying here would be the easiest way to get rid of it.

Byron ignored the two's surprise and only focused on waiting for the evil spirit's answer.

Unfortunately, the background that could scandalize ordinary people had no effect on the evil spirit.

Perhaps because of its attachment to the sunlight, the evil spirit surprisingly refused to give up Saul's body.

"That's just an apprentice." After thinking about it, perhaps more or less concerned about Golza's status as a second level sorcerer, the evil spirit actually explained one more time, "When I possessed this body, his consciousness dissipated. A low-level apprentice, why do you think he can still survive? Hurry up and start, if the storm dissipates, I'll eat your souls!"

"This is completely over."

Hearing the news of Saul's death, Wright's eyes began to empty, his mind already guessing how many pieces he would be divided into when he returned? What experiments would each be used for?

Nick, on the other hand, immediately looked at Byron, only to find that Byron was still calm.

But Byron wasn't as calm as Nick thought he was.

It was just that it was so hard to trick Morton into coming over that he couldn't give up at the last step.

The first plan failed, and Byron's eyes were deep, but he still nodded to Nick.

Nick immediately said, "Lord Morton, please stand in the middle of the spell formation, I need to connect the inductance meter for you."

The evil spirit could not wait any longer, he quickly walked to the center of the spell and allowed Nick to stick thin needles with wires attached all over his head.

The other end of the wire was connected to the inductance meter that Nick had just assembled.

After making sure that the connection was correct, Nick fixed the inductance meter next to the crack, closest to the soul storm.

The other end of the inductance meter had a huge horn.

Nick adjusted the angle of the horn again, then picked up a small operating panel.

"Lord Morton, please relax your consciousness, the introduction of the soul fragments may shock you to some degree."

Morton grunted and closed his eyes with concern.

As the instrument was turned on, a piercing sound came out from the large speaker of the inductance meter.

For a moment, Nick, Byron, and Wright, all wore expressions of frowning endurance.

Nick endured his headache and turned the inductance meter on to a specific frequency.

Immediately, the grayish-white storm located in the middle of the crack began to accelerate and spin, and some fine things were flung out from it, falling into the surrounding area and disappearing.

After a few minutes, several larger pieces of white vapor slowly separated from the storm and drilled into the speakers of the inductance meter.

And the spell at Morton's feet suddenly lit up with a blinding light.

"NOW!" Byron shouted, seemingly guiding Morton through the fusion of the soul fragments.

But Saul knew that Byron's words were addressed to himself.

Back when Nick was adjusting the instruments, Saul climbed back up to his head. When Byron gave the signal, he immediately dove in.

Once inside this time, he realized that his mental body space was different.

The original chaotic and fuzzy mental area had unexpectedly turned into a small space with a solid body!

The surroundings were pitch black, and only Sol stepped on a huge circular stone platform under his feet. The formations drawn on the stone platform were exactly the same as those drawn by Byron in reality.

Suddenly, half a figure appeared in the center of the stone platform, and it was precisely Morton who had regained his original appearance. At this moment, he was just like what Saul had seen for the first time, with a bruised and purple face, a pale face, and only the upper half of his body left.

"My consciousness space has been affected?" Saul squatted down and touched the ground.

The touch coming from his fingers was very clear, and it was completely different from before when he fought with the evil spirits for control of his body.

It was as if someone had put together and reorganized his conscious world into a better understood form.

Some white fragments fell from the top of his head, flying like snowflakes.

Saul immediately recognized that as the image of the soul fragments here.

These soul fragments spontaneously flew towards Morton, only to be blocked by an invisible force as they approached him.

The interaction between repulsion and attraction caused those soul fragments like flying snow to start spinning around Morton, quickly forming a miniature whirlwind.

"Could it be that the soul storm was also formed because of this principle?"

Saul took another step forward, although it was the first time he had seen this figurative scene. But his brain subconsciously understood that only by becoming the final survivor of the round table would he be able to take back control of his body.

Just then, on the four sides of the stone platform, a dozen more figures suddenly emerged.

Some of them were whole, some were broken; some were awake, some were confused.

Saul recognized that those were the soul intentions that had just been devoured by Morton.

All of these figures, including Saul, were translucent, except for Morton in the center, who was opaque as if he was a solid entity, even though he was only half of his body.

The moment the other souls within this body appeared, they noticed Morton in the very center, and the instinct to survive made these complete or incomplete consciousnesses actively approach Morton's main consciousness.

The Morton in the center was still trying to absorb the "snowflakes" spinning in the air, and only smiled coldly at the appearance of these spirits around him.

He opened his mouth wide, took a deep breath, and several soul fragments entered his body.

Immediately, a sense of fulfillment lingered in his heart, but it would take time to completely fuse these souls.

It was just that Morton was too anxious, he didn't wait for himself to finish fusing the soul fragments in his body, he couldn't wait to inhale deeply again.

More soul fragments entered Morton's body, yet this time he felt discomfort.

A few of these soul fragments were not his at all.

The impurity-filled soul fragments entered his body, immediately causing pain to Morton, along with even more chaotic residual thoughts.

"Why are there other people's soul fragments, are you guys playing tricks on me?" In reality, Morton immediately opened his eyes and angrily rebuked Byron's few people.

Byron explained, "Lord Morton, the efficacy of our inductors is limited, and we can only try our best to sift through the soul fragments that belong to you. However, it is inevitable that other fragments will follow you in during this period, so please pick and sift through them once again on your own to avoid being affected."

"Hmph!" The Evil Spirit only felt countless thoughts surfacing and sinking in his mind at this moment.

Some thoughts were angrily cursing that he was being teased, others rationalized that Byron was speaking in line with common sense, while others were anxiously urging Morton that he didn't want to lose the lower half of his body.

Morton felt tyrannical regicide emotions stirring, trying to engulf his sanity. But the boy whose mental body he had possessed was strong and solid enough to keep that influence temporarily minimized.

It also made Morton realize that if he did lose part of his soul forever, then he would truly never be able to regain the sanity he once had and suffer the pain of a crippled mental body forever.

"Don't let me catch you guys playing tricks." After saying that, Morton's eyes slowly closed again.

Obviously recognizing Byron's words.

On the side, Wright focused back from imagining his various death scenarios, looked at Byron, who had a serious face, and Morton, who stood in the formation and was pacified, and revealed an expression of unknown shock.

While Nick, who was standing by the crack and was responsible for manipulating the inductance meter, turned his back to the crowd and quietly reached out to change the parameters of the inductance meter a little bit.

After doing this covertly, Nick slightly sidestepped his head.

Receiving Nick's signal, Byron pursed his lips.

We will do our best to keep any other soul fragments from the outside world out of your body.

If they do, it is our lack of ability as third level apprentices.

Really ... very sorry about it!

(End of chapter)