Chapter 321 Experimental Subject 147
Since the showdown, Sol's status seemed to be elevated even further in Gorsha's eyes.
Because during a routine inventory check of the warehouse, he discovered that the rules on the first page of the warehouse regulations had changed!
The first item, the number of burning candles, still had to be maintained at eighty-eight or more.
But the second item, 'Do not move numbered items at will,' had become 'Do not take numbered items out of the warehouse without permission.'
In other words, Gorsha had granted Sol the right to use the entire warehouse.
Including the corpse swarm that once belonged to Madam Yula's vessel.
Also on this day, the soul infusion test subjects that Sol had been requesting for so long finally arrived!
After discovering the changes to the warehouse manual, Sol did not use them immediately.
The reason these items were restricted, besides their rarity, was their inherent danger.
Sol was now re-examining all the materials in the Second Warehouse, searching for the parts that could be used in the upcoming experiments.
The experiments he wanted to complete were not limited to the resurrection experiment that his mentor had assigned him; Sol also did not intend to give up on improving his own abilities.
Currently, the greatest attack power he could achieve was through combining the Tier 2 witchcraft 'Touch of Abuse' with the tentacles he obtained from his spirit body transformation, forming a witchcraft aimed at the spirit body—'Soul Fishing'.
In addition, the development of the consciousness platform had to continue, but there was no rush.
Sol walked along the warehouse shelves and looked up to see the 'Elven Whisper' that he had once given to Kongsha.
The original two leaves of this item had fallen off, leaving only a bare branch. Mentor Gorsha therefore directly gave the 'Elven Whisper' to Sol.
However, Sol had not used this peculiar tool, which could affect one's perception of time, again.
"This thing can act on consciousness, can it also act as a spirit body anesthetic?" Sol recorded his thoughts, "But this thing is likely already dead."
Sol was just about to record the next material when he suddenly felt a magical fluctuation behind him.
He quickly turned around and, through the gaps between the shelves, saw a giant quill pen floating in the air.
"Swish, swish, swish—"
It was the messenger quill that had been silent for days.
Sol quickly closed his notebook and hurried towards the messenger quill.
By the time he reached the table, the quill had finished writing and automatically flew back.
There was only one sentence on the parchment: 'Assistant has been delivered to the Bronze Gate, please check and accept.'
Sol sighed, "Finally here."
He put down the work in his hands and quickly traversed the two corridors, arriving at the Bronze Gate.
When he pushed open the left door, a clear and beautiful face appeared before him.
Still blonde hair and blue eyes, a curvaceous figure, a black apprentice robe, which looked like a red carpet gown when worn.
All the test subjects in Mentor Rhum's soul infusion experiment seemed to be cast from the same mold.
A few seconds after Sol opened the door, the blonde Tier 2 female apprentice stiffly turned her head and looked at Sol expressionlessly.
"Hello, I am Number 147, here to assist you with the experiment."
Sol stepped aside to let her in, sizing up 147's somewhat stiff gait.
"576 I've always wondered, why are all of Mentor Rhum's test subjects blonde and blue-eyed when blonde people are rarely seen in the tower?"
147 followed beside Sol, half a step behind, and said in a voice without any inflection, "Our bodies have been modified by Mentor Rhum to become uniform in appearance, easy to distinguish, and to avoid trouble when encountering relatives and friends of the original body."
Hearing this, Sol nodded, "That's true."
He looked at the woman beside him, who looked about twenty years old. With the plastic surgery of witchcraft, the color of her pupils and hair had been easily changed. If someone told him that this body used to be an old woman, Sol would believe it.
Although 147 was beautiful, Sol had no thoughts about her at all. Having spent so much time in the morgue and warehouse, he saw everyone as a material.
Not to mention that the body of this beauty was sealed with the soul of a man.
Thinking of this, there was really no romantic feelings at all.
The two returned to the Second Warehouse. As soon as they entered, the whole row of corpses really startled 147.
But because the soul and body were not in sync, even if she could barely control her movements, some subtle control was still impossible.
For example, widening her eyes, raising her eyebrows, etc.
So 147's surprise was expressed as opening her mouth wide expressionlessly. Her mouth remained open so wide that almost a fist could be stuffed in.
"These are all corpses?" Although surprised, 147's voice still had no inflection.
"Yes, do you recognize anyone?"
While surprised, 147's eyes were fixed on a certain corpse, presumably someone she knew.
However, that corpse was very old, standing here before Sol even entered the Wizard Tower.
147 was able to recognize such an old Tier 3 apprentice, presumably she was also a Tier 1 apprentice who had been languishing in the Wizard Tower for more than ten years and unable to advance?
Generally, those who were willing to do soul infusion experiments were people who had been unable to advance for a long time, had no hope, and were unwilling to give up.
"Your soul and body are not in sync. Now it is forcibly sealed in the body by a witchcraft array, so usually come over and stay away from these corpses."
"Okay."
The two passed through the corpse swarm and walked past the rows of cabinets. 147 did not dare to look much, and followed Sol closely with her head down.
Finally, the two walked to the experimental platform at the end of the warehouse. Here was another cleared space, and an experimental bed specially requested for 147, this assistant.
"From now on, you will come every day at 3 PM, and the experiment will usually run until 7 PM. I will try not to delay your time returning to the dormitory. By the way, what attribute of witchcraft did you major in before?"
Sol had nominally recruited an assistant. If the other party also majored in dark attribute, then she could assist him in some experiments.
"Dark attribute." After a few seconds, 147 replied slowly.
Sol raised half an eyebrow, thinking: "It's not just my imagination, this 147 is responding so slowly. I have also been in contact with other test subjects of soul infusion before, although they were perceptually dull and had no expression, but they didn't react this slowly. Could it be that I got a defective product? Should I ask Mentor Rhum to exchange for another assistant?"
With such a slow reaction, Sol might suffer losses during more dangerous experiments because the other party's feedback was not timely.
For example, 147's life.
Sol looked up at 147, who seemed, maybe, looked like, and was starting to space out again, so he simply said: "My experiment is different from other soul infusion experiments. Others may only be testing the soul's reaction and changes under various conditions, but I am more focused on the body's numerical situation when the soul and body come into contact. If you cannot accurately cooperate with the experiment and provide timely feedback, then it is best to withdraw from this dangerous experiment."
Who knew that as soon as Sol finished speaking, the opposite 147 "slammed" and knelt down.
This time the movement was much more agile.
Her hands were placed on the ground in front of her, and her head was close to the back of her hands.
"Lord," Her voice carried the momentum of burning her boats, "I have come to follow you."
Sol was first stunned, then took a breath of cold air, "Who are you?"
"I...I am Hayden." After hesitating for a moment, 147 admitted somewhat desperately.
Sol: Pfft!!!!
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