Chapter 839: The Soul-Fixing Needle is Obtained
The little boy named Harry was obviously enduring something, but when he saw Roye and Thor coming in, he forced a smile.
But he clenched his teeth tightly, afraid that he would moan as soon as he opened his mouth.
Roye didn't care about the little boy's pain at all. He walked around the pool and looked the boy up and down.
"Tsk, your previous life was too decadent. You have to soak in this potion pool for another three days."
When Harry heard that he had to soak for three more days, his mouth twitched and his face turned bitter. But thinking of the hard life he had led in the country and the huge gap between falling from the clouds to the earth, he still endured it.
The teenage boy already had his own ideas, and his mother fully supported him, so he showed good endurance.
Roye walked back to Thor and raised his eyebrows. "Well, this candidate is not bad, right?"
"That's right." Thor nodded. "He has ambitions and conflicts of interest. He will actively cooperate with all your experiments."
Roye looked very proud.
None of them mentioned one thing, that even if one's character is strong enough, it does not mean that the blood fusion experiment will be successful.
The two left the steamy room and went back outside, where they saw Vanessa, who had just been standing in the hallway to greet them, preparing food in the restaurant.
She didn't seem to be worried about her suffering son at all and was looking at Roye lovingly.
"Would you like to eat?"
Thor did not stay for dinner, so Vanessa prepared a palace dinner, which was small in portion, had many etiquettes, and complicated procedures.
He had no time to waste on eating.
Thor, who has now reached the third level and is basically no longer a human, no longer needs to rely on food to replenish his body's energy.
Roye stayed in the manor, probably enjoying the feast and then the women.
He was particularly keen on enjoying women of all kinds and from all races.
It's his way of relieving stress.
But Roye wouldn't tear off someone's arms while enjoying Vanessa.
After all, she is still useful.
Thor returned to the palace alone in the carriage.
When he arrived at the temporary residence, he saw the servants from before again.
Thor was not surprised at all. It must be that after Sander found out that he was taken to Vanessa by Royela, he asked the servants to wait here.
"Let's go."
When I saw Sander and entered his small bedroom, the only room with a breath of life, the gloom on Sander's face quickly disappeared.
"Lord Thor, Midor's condition has been adjusted as you said before," he said eagerly.
Thor has already reached an agreement with Sander and will not go back on his word at this time.
"Okay, Miduoer, continue to rest. I have prepared some medicine for you to temporarily increase your mental strength, so that Miduoer's condition will not affect you."
Just as Sander was about to thank Thor, he suddenly thought of something and said worriedly, "But if I take the drug, will it expose our plan and make the people of the Tribunal notice us?"
Thor smiled. "What are you afraid of them noticing? As everyone knows, you and I are old acquaintances. And you have to draw blood every week to provide nutrients to the Red Sea Tree, so it's normal for me to help you repair your body."
Although he knew that what Thor said made sense, it was the first time that Sander had privately planned to take down the huge Tribunal. If there was no other way, how could he, an ordinary puppet, dare to make such a decision? However, thinking of being ignored by the Black Flame Emperor today and being treated as a decoration by everyone in the palace, although he could endure it, it also aroused his determination to resist.
After saying this, Sander suddenly opened his palm. In his palm, there was a small golden thorn.
Thor took the small thorn and rubbed off the gold paint in his hands, revealing its original dark blue, almost black color inside.
"Is this the soul-fixing needle?"
Thor looked down and found that the surface of the dark blue thorns like embroidery needles seemed to be covered with patterns.
But no matter how carefully Thor looked, he couldn't really see the pattern on it.
"Could it be a hidden miniature witchcraft array?"
Witchcraft arrays are divided into normal, giant and miniature types.
A giant witchcraft circle is like the super long-distance teleportation circle, while a miniature witchcraft circle is usually engraved on witchcraft props.
But the soul-fixing needle that now appeared in Thor's hand had a magic circle engraved on it that was even smaller than the smallest magic circle Thor had ever seen.
Not only that, there are countless witchcraft circles stacked one on top of the other, making it impossible to tell which runes make up the circle.
This is also the most sophisticated method to prevent others from brute-forcing the above formula.
A soul-fixing needle can only be used once, but if the formula of the witchcraft array above can be cracked... can't more soul-fixing needles be made? Of course, Thor believes that the material used to make this soul-fixing needle must also be a rare material. I wonder if it is still available now.
Now was not the time to study it carefully, so Thor simply pressed the small dark blue thorn into the middle finger of his left hand.
Now, the tip of his left index finger hides an anchor of the Eye of the Abyss.
There is a soul-fixing needle hidden at the tip of the middle finger.
Although he didn't know whether the Soul-Fixing Needle could save the soul contaminated by the anchor point, Thor felt more at ease when he put the two opposing objects together.
"I'm going back. You should be careful about your behavior from now on."
Sander nodded seriously, "I understand. I am an unwilling emperor, but not a desperate emperor."
On the surface, Thor and Sander have a good relationship now, so Sander does not have to worry about being secretly executed after being driven off the throne by others.
His normal ending should be the same as his stepmother and younger brother before him, being confined to some inconspicuous little village for the rest of his life.
So Sander will express his dissatisfaction and make trouble now, but he will not really turn the table.
After getting the soul-fixing needle promised by Sander, Thor's plan is about to officially begin.
After returning to his temporary residence, Thor closed the door and refused to see anyone.
He took out the Soul-Fixing Needle and used the rubbing method to meticulously reproduce the witchcraft array pattern on a metal nameplate less than one millimeter thick. He then resealed the Soul-Fixing Needle and planned to only study the metal nameplate.
Although ancient witchcraft props have the function of concealing themselves from outsiders, it is better to use the Soul-Fixing Needle as little as possible just in case.
There is no rush to study the witchcraft circle on the soul-fixing needle. Thor just stares at the nameplate for half an hour every day to deepen his impression and understanding of it.
The rest of the energy is focused on creating the third target.
While calculating the formula, he pulled out a black branch from his sleeve and twirled it around in the fingertips of his right hand.
It's quite similar to the style of pen spinning in high school in the previous life.
The black branches turned into afterimages, flying up and down, left and right.
After an unknown amount of time, a faint voice that only Thor could hear rang out.
"Lord Thor, stop turning. I'm going to vomit..."
(End of this chapter)
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