Wizard Immortality

Chapter 103 Making a Container
Her long fiery red hair fell to her waist.

Evelya took a step forward, sat naked on the edge of the workbench, glanced at Vic, and then slowly lay down.

The harsh low temperatures in the north made her skin look a little pale.

The wizard apprentice's body is strong enough to barely adapt to the climate of minus thirty degrees Celsius without freezing to death.

The polar regions are different from other regions.

There is only polar day and polar night here.

It was already dark when Vic arrived.

At this time, the place had fallen into a long darkness. Outside the residence, the cold wind howled like the cry of an evil spirit.

but.

The white light ball floating on the workbench is bright enough.

This kind of illumination magic that can be used by apprentices cannot be considered witchcraft, but just a trick based on the application of mysterious energy.

Vic was wearing black leather gloves and holding a straight razor.

Avila lay on the workbench in front of him, naked.

The lower abdomen is flat.

Long legs.

No blemishes on the skin.

Although she remained silent, the slight blush on her face was real. It was inevitable that she would feel shy when facing a stranger honestly.

after all.

For wizards.

Ivilia is no different from a toddler in age.

It is difficult to give up human emotions.

But Vic was unmoved.

It is so beautiful that it seems like a sumptuous meal is placed before you.

The undulating mountains and valleys are in full view.

His demeanor remained the same, dull and ordinary as always.

"Now that the deal has been made, everything you do must be in accordance with my instructions until this matter is over."

Ivilia bit her lips lightly and nodded slightly.

Subsequently.

Vic holds the razor.

His eyes were condescending and his expression was ruthless.

Start making preparations for container production.

The first step is to remove all the hair on Evelia's body to leave a larger area for drawing the secret text.

The blade is cold.

Slowly moving over the warm skin, the fiery hair falls on the ice.

Through gloves.

Vic could also sense Ivilia's heartbeat quickening through the blood vessels beneath her warm skin.

even.

When reaching the courtyard.

Ivilia's body was shaking slightly.

She stared at Vic.

In brown pupils.

Vic's face was angular and sinister in the shadow cast by the light source.

Like a man-eating demon.

Fortunately, the process was not long. Vic's technique was skillful and experienced, and it was obviously not the first time he had used a wizard's body to make a container.

Although Iveliya lacks talent, she is not stupid.

She was convinced.

This must not be the first time that Vic has made a human container. The number of dead subjects behind such a clean and neat technique is unimaginable.

She clenched her right hand into a slight fist, trying to ease the tension.

After the preparations are ready.

Vic took out the remaining cosmic mayfly concentrate from last time, diluted a drop in clean water, and added corpse flower powder.

Stir.

He took out a brush with an exquisite appearance and a handle made of secret fire silver.

The spiritual body vibrated at a high frequency, giving the brush a mysterious energy of change. The turbid suspension it picked up began to emit a faint blue light.

Vic's expression gradually became serious.

Inch by inch, carefully brushing on the surface of Evelya's skin.

Be prepared.

Next is the potion for drawing the secret text.

The secret text for collecting the cosmic wind is not complicated. There are eight of them, which literally means "light absorption".

Need to be finely etched on the skin surface of the container.

The larger the number, the faster the collection efficiency.

The etching process is not extremely painful.

But the process of the flames and potions burning fine words into the skin and deep into the flesh was extremely torturous.

Before drawing, Vic took out a bottle of apprentice-level sleeping potion and handed it to Ivilia, his voice of command leaving no room for doubt.

"Drink it."

Container painful or not.

He doesn't care.

But struggling in pain would affect the accuracy of etching the secret text, and in serious cases it might lead to failure. Ivilia didn't dare to ask more questions and drank the potion obediently.

Falling into a deep sleep from time to time.

Vic prepared the potion.

He took out a secret writing pen with a hard nib from the pen holder, dipped it in the potion, and wrote the secret text starting from Evelya's forehead.

After writing down a complete secret text structure.

Vic controls the tarsal fire, burning the potion and giving it the mysterious property of 'light absorbing'.

During this process, the potion will completely penetrate into the skin and merge with the flesh and blood.

Although the tarsal fire will leave a shallow scar.

But Vic's control was very fine.

It will not exceed the physical recovery ability of Ivilia's senior apprentice.

A complete line of secret text, only the length of a finger after being formed, was densely etched on the surface of Evelynia's skin. This process would take at least a month.

During this period, he would regularly give this woman sleeping potions.

And apply medicine to inhibit hair growth on the skin surface and keep it smooth.

A month and a half later.

Ivilia wakes up from her sleep.

Feeling dizzy and foggy.

She was a little confused about where she was.

The blinding pale light made her dizzy.

Then she felt a large hand pinching her mouth, and a cool, slightly sweet liquid poured into her throat.

After a severe cough.

Ivilia gradually came to consciousness.

Her body was still naked, but the difference was that the surface of her originally fair skin was now covered with dense alchemical secret text.

The mysterious energy hidden in it was like an ant, gnawing at her flesh and blood every second.

And this state.

It maintains a delicate balance with her body's self-healing ability.

Just woke up.

The bone-eating pain made her gasp, her teeth chattered, and the knuckles of her clenched fists turned white.

She looked up.

Vic was standing right in front of her, looking normal.

“What you need to do next is to go to the place I have arranged, maintain the current status, and wait for all the materials to be collected.

The process will be painful, but I will provide relief with magic potions.

If we fail, I don’t need to say much about the consequences.”

Evelya could not feel any warmth in Vic's eyes. Although she knew that wizards were cruel, she still found it difficult to accept such brutality and ruthlessness.

In her opinion.

There must have been a reason why this person gave her the alchemy notes after describing the grandeur and vastness of the wizarding world to her.

just now.

She was sure she was being too sentimental.

The excruciating pain in my body felt like a cruel reality.

The delusions in my heart gradually cooled down.

Ivilia closed her eyes and completely suppressed her mortal thoughts.

There is only one belief left in my heart.

To be promoted one level.

All costs.

She is willing to bear it! Death is not a pity!

Subsequently.

Vic flew her to the top of an iceberg.

The polar night sky is dark and boundless.

The changing gorgeous aurora is like a dream.

After Vic gave the instructions, Evelya sat on a stone platform with alchemical secrets drawn on it.

But, just sat down.

The terrible energy pouring into her body from the outside was like a flame burning her flesh and bones!
every second.

It's all torture!

not only that.

These energies were like living things, madly squeezing into her spiritual body!

The swelling and pain are unbearable.

Even though the north was extremely cold, she felt like she was in an oven, with pain and torture everywhere!

But she made no sound.

Even though my body is shaking.

Still sitting with eyes closed.

Vic was quite satisfied with this.

When he chose Evelya, besides knowing this woman inside and out, the firmness in her spiritual magnetic field characteristics made her useful as a container.

He took out a bottle of prepared painkiller potion, handed it over, and said, “Your life level cannot withstand a first-level potion.

However, painkillers can provide a lot of relief.

During this time, I will stay by your side and keep you safe."

(End of this chapter)