Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 348 He will talk

Although Thor knew all along that such an artificially synthesized soul vessel would certainly not be as stable as a naturally conceived body.

But if so many "rust marks" are produced, wouldn't that mean that the lifespan of each test subject is actually not very long?

"What are you standing there for? Make your move!" Kaz's low, husky voice came from behind.

Thor quickly lowered his head, suppressing his admiration, and began to carefully pick out the "rust marks".

Kaz stared at Thor for a while, making sure he had done it right, a look of satisfaction flashing in his eyes, before continuing to check the rest of the body.

"Tsk, Katz, look at Thor, his efficiency is no worse than yours now." Rum craned his neck, watching Thor pick and choose, while not forgetting to mock Katz.

"Hmph! Why aren't you getting started? There are four to deal with today, this is only the second one."

Rum wasn't angry. He stretched out his three-section arm with two elbow joints, skillfully flicked his ten equally slender fingers, and gently pressed them onto the male apprentice's head.

Thor's gaze was immediately drawn to it.

Then, he saw Professor Rum touch something, or something else, and gently... lift up the subject's skull!

The powerful sense of déjà vu instantly reminded Thor of the history he had witnessed on Xiao Zao.

Lady Yora was suddenly struck by Gorsa, who gently sliced ​​off her skull from behind.

Thor stopped moving, and this time, Coach Katz did not urge him on.

Thor's gaze fell on the severed skull of the test subject and found that there was no brain inside the skull, but a mass of whipped cream foam.

Even after the skull was removed, the "cream foam" continued to change. Old foam kept bursting, and new foam kept being generated.

Rum's smile gradually faded when he saw the white foam.

"Hmm, a little less. I estimate it can be used three or four more times." Instructor Rum nimbly dripped a few drops of the potion into the male apprentice's brain, then tested it with other tools before accurately piecing the head back together.

"It's a pity that the Tower Master no longer trades with the Land-based Ship. Otherwise, the Thousand-Eyed Banshee's eyes would have been a better substitute for brain matter."

Without looking up, Katz added, "But it's also easier to lose control."

Upon hearing this, Thor, who was engrossed in his work, suddenly blinked.

He remembered someone.

After a quick examination of the head and limbs, the instructors did not touch the torso.

The souls of the experimental subjects are sealed there by a magical array, and they will not easily disturb them.

Rum briefly checked the stability of the magic circle before withdrawing his hand.

At that moment, Thor and Kaz had just finished cleaning up an arm and a leg, respectively.

"Not bad, the efficiency has indeed improved a lot." Rum nodded, his face regaining its pleasant expression.

After all the wounds on his body were repaired, the male apprentice lying on the experimental table was awakened.

He stood up somewhat bewildered, as if he had only taken a short nap.

Instructor Rum tested a few more moves, then waved him out.

Just as the apprentice bowed and prepared to leave, Rum suddenly said quietly, "Today is the last scheduled check-up. You don't need to come anymore."

The male apprentice, who had just bent over deeply, froze in place.

After a full five seconds, he finally looked up in disbelief. "Mentor, Mentor Rum, but this is only my third check-up."

An expression of disbelief consisted of slightly widened eyes and gently trembling lips.

This is already the limit that can be achieved in the experiment on facial paralysis.

But Rum didn't offer much explanation. He waved his hand and said, "Go out. You can check yourself from now on."

How do you check yourself?

Self-analysis?

The male apprentice seemed to want to ask something more, but Instructor Rum didn't want him to speak anymore.

The male apprentice could only walk out with reluctance and confusion. Now he finally understood why the first female apprentice had such a gloomy face when she came out.

However, those who became test subjects for soul infusion were already first-level apprentices who could not advance. They had no ability to resist, nor even the ability to choose their future path.

The male apprentice moved even more stiffly than when he arrived. As he walked out, Instructor Rum called out loudly, "Next."

Hayden, wearing the outer shell of the 147 container, quickly walked in.

Although she also had a blank expression, Saul, who had spent a lot of time with Hayden, could still see a hint of doubt in her slightly flickering eyes.

Next, Hayden went through the entire routine of regular checkups. When her body was fully treated and she stood up from the lab table again, she heard the "bad news" delivered by her mentor, Rum.

But unlike the others, Hayden glanced at Thor instinctively.

Thor nodded slightly but said nothing.

Hayden's expression also showed a hint of unease, but it was clearly not as somber as the previous two apprentices.

She didn't even plead; she turned and walked out of the room the moment Professor Rum first gestured for her to leave.

After the last apprentice to undergo the routine check-up today left Rum's room looking dejected, Rum casually tossed aside various pieces of equipment, turned to Saul, and said, "It seems your experiment is progressing well. 147 trusts you so much that he didn't panic even when he heard that the routine check-ups were being terminated."

By ceasing regular checks on the vessel, Rum's mentor was essentially abandoning the soul-infusion experiment. And Thor wasn't entirely confident he could help Hayden continue.

Hayden saw that Thor could create new test subjects on his own and probably assumed that he could also conduct soul infusion experiments independently, unaware that Herman's situation was completely different from his.

However, Thor remained calm. If there really was no other way, he could consider turning Hayden into pages.

Of course, unlike the others, Saul will give Hayden a choice.

"We can think about this later," Thor shook his head, not admitting that he was indeed capable of saving Hayden.

"She's just ignorant and fearless."

"Ignorance is bliss?" Rum grinned when he heard this, his fat spreading out noticeably.

Even Kaz, who was quietly packing his things, couldn't help but look up at Thor.

"I've heard that you often say some very interesting things."

Kaz packed his things, slipped his hand into his sleeve, and the large bag of equipment disappeared. Clearly, he possessed a device similar to space compression.

Thor recently bought one on an airship, so it's not surprising.

"Anyone can say such things, but how many people truly understand their own ignorance?"

Having grown accustomed to Kaz's sharp tongue, Thor bowed slightly in greeting.

He then looked at Rum, "Professor Rum, why the sudden suspension of regular checkups... Is the soul infusion experiment going to be canceled?"

"It's not a halt, it's a termination," Mentor Rum replied cheerfully. "Now, the resurrection experiment has a new breakthrough, and the Tower Master needs us to devote all our energy to the new experiment. Experiments like soul infusion, which have made absolutely no progress, naturally need to be terminated."

Rum's mentor didn't tell Thor what the new breakthrough was, nor did Kaz's mentor mention it.

As if deliberately provoking Saul's curiosity, they only hinted at it briefly before falling silent.

Seeing Thor's unusually frustrated expression, befitting a fifteen-year-old boy, Mentor Rum laughed heartily.

"Haha, don't worry, even if we don't tell you, you can ask your tower master mentor!" But as he said this, Mentor Rum's voice suddenly dropped eight octaves, "If... the tower master thinks it's okay to tell you... he will tell you."

(End of this chapter)