After letting several people vent a little and take revenge for being frightened by Saul, Byron finally removed the steel needles from Saul's head one by one.
However, Saul, who sat up from the experint table, didn't reminisce about the feeling of opening all the doors in his body just now, but instead turned the steel needle Byron had just pulled from his head, observing the ice crystals on it.
After Saul's ntal power repeatedly scanned, he confird that this ice crystal wasn't a crystal ford by water vapor condensing due to temperature drop, but rather a very pure energy aggregate.
"Very much like a magic crystal, and a high-purity magic crystal at that."
Saul's fingertip lightly touched the crystal, and it imdiately changed, decomposing bit by bit into invisible tiny particles like stone weathered for millions of years.
At the sa ti, Saul felt the elental particles in the air beco sowhat more active.
"So this is the true application thod of the Inertization Formula."
Byron wasn't angry that the crystal was destroyed. Instead, he imitated Saul's action, lightly touching the ice crystal suspended on another steel needle and watching it gradually disperse.
"I was also inspired by the Ice Lock formation. The design concept of Ice Lock is to suppress elental particles around the Storm Eye, artificially creating a kind of magic power vacuum state."
"This is different from our previous thods of expelling elental particles. It doesn't try to drain the particles from the air, but reduces particle activity through cooling. So I also thought that my Inertization Formula doesn't necessarily have to suppress pollution activity through force—it can also achieve inertization by reducing energy in the pollution through cooling, like Ice Lock."
Saul picked up another steel needle. "Yes, if reducing particle activity through pressure is difficult, we can also achieve our goal through cooling."
Like being ignited by a spark of inspiration, Saul blurted out new thods, "Besides pressure and temperature, there's actually concentration, radiation, acidity... seems like there's sothing else, can't rember. But our thods are actually diverse. It's just not easy to reach a degree sufficient to inertize pollution. But thinking this way, our perspectives broaden considerably. Even if the temperature thod reaches a certain point and can't continue, we have other ways to try."
After Saul finished speaking, he looked up at Byron, only to find the latter staring at him in a daze.
"Uh, what's wrong?"
"How did you suddenly think of so many directions? Can all of these really achieve inertization?"
"Theoretically, yes. Of course, achieving theoretical levels isn't easy either." Saul smiled, unable to help feeling sowhat proud. "So you don't need to be too surprised."
Byron looked down at the several vocabulary words Saul had just ntioned, which he had recorded on paper, his mindset gradually stabilizing. "You're right, so I just need to continue down the temperature path. Don't think too much about the others."
"Exactly!" Saul jumped down from the experint table and patted Byron's shoulder. "I'll leave the rest to you. I need to go back now and properly organize my gains from this period."
Ann followed closely behind, reminding Saul, "It's reflection, Master, reflection."
Saul was in a good mood and didn't argue with Ann, going along with their aning, "Yes, yes, I'll reflect, reflect."
Back in his bedroom, Saul began recalling the feeling of all his body's cells opening doors.
But he didn't plan to try pushing the doors with his own power right now.
As he had told Ann, attempting to open doors rashly before his own power was saturated was what needed reflection.
But not being able to try didn't prevent him from clearly recording his perceptions at that ti.
This was precious experience that normal second-rank wizards simply couldn't possess.
He believed that as long as he could completely and accurately convey his experiences and feelings at that ti to a veteran second-rank wizard, they could imdiately attempt to advance to third-rank wizard.
In the following days, besides continuing to study and practice magic, Saul spent ti each day recalling the feeling of opening doors, deepening his mory and understanding.
Ti passed bit by bit.
Outside changed from heavy snowfall to spring with flying orioles and growing grass.
Saul almost never left his quarters, only occasionally treating wizards severely infected with pollution that Jiajia Gu brought over.
It was both to change his mood and collect experintal materials.
Black Tide pollution, which almost everyone in the Borderland feared, had beco a kind of rare resource for Saul.
After Byron's inertization experints got on track, he was even more reclusive than Saul, almost never leaving his quarters.
Patients treated by Saul, if they were genuinely grateful to him, would likely grow the sa style star eyes as those on Jiajia Gu's body.
After confirming that star eyes, besides doubling people's favorable impression of Saul, had temporarily only shown the ability to avoid new Black Tide pollution to a certain degree, Saul tacitly allowed Jiajia Gu to continuously introduce patients to him.
There was just one thing he found rather strange.
Although Jiajia Gu rarely saw Byron, the two had t, yet Byron had never developed star eyes.
Besides Byron, Marsh, the coachman-turned-farr, had also never developed eyes.
Saul wouldn't lose trust in the two just because of this.
Maybe the transmission of star eyes required other conditions.
Or perhaps these two people's situations were rather special.
April arrived, and Saul officially turned 18.
In his previous life, this would be just reaching adulthood, but in this world many eleven or twelve-year-old children were already considered adults.
At least they could decide for themselves whether to sell themselves to wizard towers.
At the end of April, Pei'er, who hadn't appeared for a long ti, finally visited the wizard tower again.
Since their last parting, the two hadn't seen each other for half a year.
However, both Saul and Pei'er had their own affairs to handle, and wouldn't cling together like ordinary couples.
Still, after not seeing each other for half a year, Saul was quite happy to see Pei'er again.
As a wizard, the pursuit of knowledge was fascinating.
But as a person, if there was only the pursuit of knowledge, it would be sowhat boring.
However, unlike the relaxed smile on Saul's face, when Pei'er landed on top of the Purity Wizard Tower, she still wore a worried expression.
Saul frowned slightly, walked over and took Pei'er's hand. "What's wrong? Did sothing happen?"
Pei'er looked at Saul, wanting to speak but hesitating.
Saul didn't rush her, just quietly looked at her.
This calm gaze seed to give Pei'er strength. After hesitating for a mont, she finally spoke.
But what she said left Saul sowhat puzzled.
"Saul, have you... have you heard voices from the sky?"
The sky?
Saul looked up. The sunlight was just right at this mont, warm and comfortable on people's faces.
But Saul thought of the scene he had seen in his dream.
He saw a giant bird falling toward the sky.
As if gravity had beco repulsion.
Saul ca back to his senses and looked at Pei'er again, his expression becoming serious. "When did you start hearing voices from the sky? Are there always voices?"
Pei'er knew that Saul had also thought of that prophetic dream.
In the prophetic dream, Clark went blind, she or the fake Wind Sprite fell toward deep space, and Herbert transford into a sea of fire.
In short, none of the three had good endings.
Now, Clark's blindness had been fulfilled. Pei'er didn't know whether the large bird falling toward deep space in the dream ant herself.
But just as Pei'er was about to answer Saul's question, her expression suddenly changed, and despite opening her mouth for a long ti, she couldn't utter a single word.
Because she had just heard that familiar and terrifying voice again.
And this ti, the voice ca from Saul!
(End of Chapter)
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