Chapter 41 Spirit Body Resonance Cauldron

"How are you, old Bell?"

A slightly unfamiliar and more mature voice sounded in front of Annan: "Is it a little better?

"Our time is limited. If you recover some, we will start the next step of the experiment."

His voice was a little hurried. Judging from this tone, it should be the initiator of the "spiritual body resonance cauldron" experiment.

It wasn't the voice that had laughed at Bernardino before, so it was a little strange.

His attitude towards Bernardino is obviously better.

But Annan could also tell that this was not because he felt compassion for what happened to Bernardino; it was just because Bernardino's voluntary participation allowed his experiment to continue.

The Soul Reaper can see the most unbearable past in everyone's heart... If it is a person who is easy to feel sad for the suffering of others, I am afraid that he will spend his whole life in sorrow, let alone modifying, Deceive the memory of others.

A person who can become a soul-stealing wizard must have a temperate heart that will not easily overstep the rules and use extraordinary power... But at the same time, he is rational and cold to people, able to dismantle the enemy's mind with his own hands, obliterate the mind of others, Erase someone's most cherished memories without hesitation.

Once the hands are soft, hidden dangers will be left behind. Erased memories may also be recalled, and modified and erased personalities may also be reborn.

A soul reaper who laments what has happened to others is like a surgeon who holds a scalpel but is afraid to watch others bleed.

"I feel... okay."

Annan said in a low voice, "Go ahead."

He realized that his voice was weak and hoarse, as if he had just woken up from sleep.

"Okay, let's continue then."

The host of the experiment did not make a second confirmation.

Then, he tied a device to Annan: "Open your mouth...bite."

——The texture when you bite is a bit like a rubber bone. At least it prevents biting the tongue.

Annan commented inwardly.

What is this for?

Mouthball?

Because in the final analysis, Bernardino is just a "experiment that can share what he knows and feels".

"Go back to your place!"

The host's stern voice sounded, and those wizard apprentices who were pointing around Bernardino shut their mouths and returned to their respective positions.

"Raise the amethyst mirror. Light the white liquid fire in the d6 rule, after which the black curtain is raised.

"At the same time, open the spiritual body resonance cauldron. Start to activate the blood of the sea beast—"

Following the fast-paced instructions, it fell.

The sound of some kind of mechanical handle being pressed down sounded, and Annan vaguely heard the slight grunt of liquid transmission.

"The mirror has been raised, over."

"The candles are lit, over."

"The curtain has been closed, confirming that the ritual field has been restored."

"The blood of the sea beast has been activated."

"—Start injecting the sea beast's blood, and slowly instill twice the amount. Turn on the electric prod and start charging."

Annan's forearm and calf felt a slight tingling sensation, as if some icy liquid was pouring in gradually. It's like when you have a drip, occasionally you will feel that the liquid is extraordinarily cold, even soaking half of your body.

It was cold from the inside out.

But at this moment, Annan felt a dangerous aura that was not so good.

Electric rod... what is it?

He heard a low, strange noise.

It's like the sound of the "charge period" of the defibrillator in the TV series.

Annan suddenly realized why the experiment host asked himself "Is it better?" while the others were still muttering "like they just woke up".

...Fuck, what are you guys going to do?

Don't come here--

It seems that through the judgment of some indicators, the experiment host got the signal.

He suddenly opened his mouth and commanded: "Insert the electric prod and start to pressurize. Give 120% pressure to the spirit body.

"

But fortunately, it is still different from what Annan imagined—at least it is not an Academy City-level operation with electrodes connected to the temples. But he immediately felt that the "sea beast blood" injected into his body began to become hot.

The blood vessels in his body suddenly became hot, numb and painful. Like a high fever, he couldn't help but want to squirm his body.

At this time, Annan realized why he was fixed on the chair by the straitjacket, and was also tied with a mouth belt - so that he would not move around now.

"Pressure to 150%."

New instructions came.

The dizziness in Annan's mind became clearer. If he were walking on the street now, he would collapse to the ground within two steps. The intense nausea made his stomach churn like a severe motion sickness experience, and his eyeballs became extremely hot.

This is even the severe discomfort Annan felt while holding the spell "Pain Elimination".

——For mortals who are not extraordinary, this is tantamount to the torture of boiling the blood in their bodies. If this was the real Bernardino, if he didn't have a mouth strap, he might have already chewed his own tongue.

"Pressure to 180%...open the curtain..."

The strong sense of dizziness made the instructions from his ears blurred and distorted. Annan wanted to speak but couldn't say anything.

He panted violently and smelled the ocean-like breath.

Although he was wearing a black eyepatch, he felt that the strong light was drowning him. Even with his eyes closed, his thinking space was dyed pure white.

The burning sensation and numbness from the blood vessels in his body gradually dissipated, and the light gradually made him lose consciousness.

"...Bell, Bell?"

Suddenly, the voice of a majestic middle-aged man came from beside him.

Annan turned around suddenly, but suddenly realized that he could see it.

Not only that...he seemed to be getting smaller.

In other words, Annan has returned to his familiar height.

——He was just sitting in a cabin by the sea, staring at the sea in a daze.

"Who are you going?"

His head was knocked lightly and hard.

Annan turned his head and saw a middle-aged man in a purple robe, gray hair and eyebrows, with a serious and majestic face, sitting beside him.

"I'll ask you again, Bernardino... are you sure you want to study natural philosophy instead of staying here to learn my sculpture skills?"

Father Ludwig frowned, with a serious expression: "Study is very hard, and research is even harder. You may or may not have any research results until you die, and you will live in poverty for the rest of your life... Even so, you have to Give up the good life at your fingertips?

"You just have to follow me and become a sculptor. You may even have the opportunity to become the bishop of Javon. Javon never cares about the identity of his believers. It might be better to say that the life of being poor and close to the earth can give you more inspiration. .

"Although I have lived in seclusion for many years, my old friends have not lost contact. I can directly make a set of sculptures with you, and then put your name on it to participate in the exhibition... You will get sponsorship and support from the great nobles. It is much better for you to make money to sponsor the research of natural philosophy than to do it yourself.

"Let me just say it. You are not that material, your brain is not that good...you perceive the world through imagination and inspiration, not logic and rationality."

Although Father Ludwig said some ruthless words.

But Annan could easily hear the sincerity and the rationality of the words.

There is only one thought in his mind now——

——The priest already said it so clearly back then, why did Bernardino study natural philosophy?

His head is really iron... the iron-headed boy is not as iron as his head.