Chapter 310 Resurrection
Sol stood at the entrance to the 20th floor of the Wizard Tower, watching Mentor Katz place both hands on the bronze doors, forcefully opening both doors simultaneously.
It was dark inside the door.
As the door was pushed open, the crack widened bit by bit, and the candlelight from the corridor slanted in.
"Hee hee… … Solo… …"
"Slurp slurp… …"
"Buzz buzz buzz buzz… …"
In a daze, Sol seemed to see something behind the door, afraid of the candlelight, scattering and fleeing.
At the same time, strange sounds, like children playing, entered his brain.
Mentor Katz did not immediately enter after pushing open the door. He stopped to catch his breath and said to Sol, "The doors here are different from those on the first floor of the East Tower. You need to push open the left and right doors simultaneously and wait a while until the light dispels the little things inside before entering."
Katz paused here, seemingly to catch his breath, as pushing open the bronze door seemed to consume an extraordinary amount of physical strength.
Immediately, Sol heard him say self-deprecatingly, "I'm getting old, my eyesight is failing, and my mental strength is not what it used to be. After you come in with me, you will mark your mental strength on the door lock, and you can come here yourself in the future."
Mentor Katz's appearance was indeed very old. But Sol remembered that once one advanced to become a formal wizard, there were many ways to extend one's lifespan.
What truly affected the average age of wizards was not their natural lifespan, but the tomorrows and accidents that might arrive at any time.
Listening to Mentor Katz's sigh, he seemed to genuinely feel that he was already old.
At this time, there were no longer those strange, fragmented sounds inside the door, but Mentor Katz still stood outside the door, seemingly waiting for something.
Sol's heart stirred. Perhaps Mentor Katz was waiting for those little things to run away completely.
After standing in place for another three minutes, Mentor Katz led Sol through the bronze door.
The instant they crossed the plane of the door frame, the temperature suddenly dropped by a dozen degrees.
The temperature inside the Wizard Tower was already cool year-round, with a perceived temperature of less than ten degrees Celsius.
However, the physical qualities of mentors and apprentices far exceeded those of ordinary people, so they would not feel cold, let alone catch a cold.
But when the temperature suddenly dropped below zero, and Sol was only wearing a long shirt and a cloak that let the wind in from all sides, he truly felt a chill.
However, the skin around his body began to heat up slightly, spontaneously resisting the external cold.
Soon, Sol no longer felt any discomfort.
Walking, he looked at his naturally swinging arms, "My skin can easily conduct mental strength and magic power. Did it sense my intention to warm up, so it started to heat up on its own?"
The second-generation Spirit Devouring Paste is indeed much stronger than the first-generation plastic bones!
Having adapted to the low temperature here, Sol finally looked up to observe the interior of the laboratory.
Immediately, he was somewhat surprised to find that this was actually a huge circular room.
An entire area without any divisions.
Apart from the distance of the ramp and the bronze door, this laboratory occupied all the remaining area of the twentieth floor.
What was most abundant in this laboratory was not various materials, but one cold stone coffin after another.
These stone coffins, like the corpse piles in the Second Warehouse, were arranged neatly and uniformly, with each coffin separated by one meter.
Some of these coffins were tightly covered with lids; some had lids slightly ajar, leaving a gap; and some had lids simply leaning against the side of the stone coffin, allowing the contents inside to be presented without any concealment.
This place didn't look like a laboratory at all, but rather like a morgue.
Sol followed Mentor Katz's footsteps and walked forward slowly, their footsteps very soft, as if afraid of disturbing the sleeping souls here.
But Sol highly doubted whether the fellows sleeping here had such a thing as a soul.
Because when he passed the first half-open stone coffin and peered inside, he saw a very common wooden puppet used to test mental strength talent.
This puppet was exactly the same as the ones Mentor Katz's laboratory and Mentor Langmu had made. He didn't know what virtue or ability this one had to be lying here.
Out of curiosity, when passing this half-open stone coffin, Sol leaned his body forward.
Immediately, he saw the puppet, which had been lying quietly in the stone coffin, suddenly adjust 30 degrees toward him.
There was no moving mechanism at the puppet's neck, so its entire body turned. Half of its shoulder was slightly off the ground, suspended in the air without any support.
When Sol's gaze swept across the puppet's empty eyes, he heard that familiar cry for help again. However, unlike in the past, he did not feel dizzy, and there was no mental burden at all.
The diary was still slowly floating up and down within his mental body. It didn't even open, to show respect for the puppet.
As Sol continued to walk forward, the puppet continued to adjust its direction.
Its "eyes" were always staring at Sol, but that was all it could do. The eerie phenomenon it displayed did not even make Sol pause for a moment.
Perhaps because the gazing time was not long, this time, that shrill "Kill me" did not come from within it.
Throughout the entire process, Mentor Katz did not give Sol any instructions.
In his opinion, the items in the laboratory were safe, or rather, were already safe for Sol.
In the second open stone coffin Sol encountered, lay a woman in complete attire.
At first glance, he thought it was a well-preserved corpse. But at second glance, he confirmed that this was not a human corpse either, but a realistic doll made of some kind of material.
A 100% reproduction, life-size human doll.
Sol's expression was somewhat complicated. Could it be that this room was full of such dolls?
Although Mentor Katz had not looked back, he could understand Sol's mood.
Everyone who was approved to participate in this experiment had this expression when they first came to this circular laboratory.
It was just that some were surprised, and some were excited.
"As you might have guessed, there are human models made of various materials here. Different sizes, different materials, but the most common are dolls made from corpses, but we call them containers." Mentor Katz only spoke after walking to the circular table in the center of the laboratory.
"I think you have more or less guessed the main research project."
Sol nodded, "The Tower Master once told me that he wants to revive Lady Yula."
Mentor Katz's expression flickered for a moment, and his voice became somewhat erratic.
"Yes… … revival." He pressed one hand on the round table, closed his eyes, seemingly organizing his words, "This is a very, very difficult subject. Our only advantage is that the soul in the Tower Master's hands is intact, conscious, and has neither transformed into a wraith nor been corrupted into an evil spirit. Therefore, our experiment is equivalent to starting from the second half."
"But even in this second half, our progress is very slow."
Mentor Katz sighed, "In fact, death and resurrection should be fields that Fourth-Order Wizards only come into contact with. They explore the mysteries of space and life. Powerful Fourth-Order Formal Wizards can even switch between death and resurrection multiple times."
"So, don't laugh at me, I wasn't optimistic about this experiment at first. I thought it was knowledge in a very advanced field, and it would only bring us danger and pollution."
"But the Tower Master… …" Mentor Katz tilted his head, revealing a "you know" expression, "He has always liked to challenge higher-level fields."
Chapter 2 in the evening
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