Broad World

At noon the next day, in the mage tower in Amn, Henry was sitting in a simple wheelchair supervising three apprentices conducting experiments. **Top** point** novel. After probing in the middle of the night, he has thoroughly figured out what is actually stored in the brain. It mainly includes the development and training of psychic powers, a small amount of psionic spells, and the construction and layout of underground cities. As for the others, such as the selection of delicious three elements of the brain, slave control skills and so on, it is completely useless information.

You don't have to think about it, it's impossible to cultivate psychic powers based on this little knowledge. Because the most important part is missing, that is how to select apprentices. You must know that human beings are not mind-savers, they are born psychics as adults. According to speculation, I am afraid that among 30,000 to 50,000 people, it may not be possible to find a guy with this talent.

It is so scarce and there is no specific method for testing. Is it possible to recruit tens of thousands of people at a time, and then exercise together in accordance with the method of the devil? Don't be kidding, normal people can't do this, not to mention tens of thousands of people may not be able to single out a real potential apprentice.

Just as Henry was considering whether to conduct a brain fusion experiment, a young apprentice finished his work and walked over and bowed deeply. "Master, my potion is complete, please have a look."

Glancing at the slightly turbid magic potion, Henry smiled and commented: "Although it is a bit flawed, it is generally good. Remember, you must cast the spell after the neutralizer cools, otherwise it will be like now In this way, the shelf life is very short. Morul, your talent is quite good. So you don't need to be so impatient to do things."

"Yes, I will follow your instructions." The apprentice named Morul bowed again very humbly, and stood silently waiting for the others.

After a few minutes. The remaining pair of young men and women also finished their own medicines and offered them with both hands, waiting for comments. Henry just glanced at it, and immediately frowned and scolded mercilessly: "Raz! Nora! Can either of you tell me what the slimy thing is here? Redo it all! If even a small bottle of insight You can't make potions, don't expect to graduate successfully."

The two poor little guys didn't dare to argue at all, they went back to the test bench with their heads drooping, and started following the steps from the beginning. They know that when facing a legendary mage, it is best to do it honestly, otherwise there will be no good fruit.

For Henry. Since it was the first time to take an apprentice, only three places were given. As a result, for this matter, the masked mage guild almost broke its head. After all, for most mages. Being able to get the guidance of a more advanced wizard means that you can avoid a lot of detours, and at the same time, you can broaden your horizons and deepen your understanding and perception of magic.

If it is not a mandatory requirement, only those apprentices who have become official mages will be recruited. Many old guys over the age of fifty want to come personally. But even so, the competition is still quite fierce. After negotiation, the apprentices Raz and Nora were the first to be determined. Because one of their families is very wealthy, they donate a lot of property to the guild every year, and the other is a family of magicians who have a lot of voice within the guild.

As for the last place, it was an accident. When many members were arguing, there was a guy who proposed the fairest lottery, but he didn't expect to be drawn by the civilian apprentice Morul. Fortunately, the internal fight of the masked mage was not too fierce, he was under countless jealous eyes. Fortunately, he came to this mage tower alive and became the third apprentice.

Meet for the first time. Henry couldn't wait to give everyone an intelligence test, and it turned out that the 16-year-old girl Nora had an intelligence of only about fourteen, and the fourteen-year-old boy Raz was slightly higher, probably fifteen to sixteen. On the contrary, it was this humble eighteen-year-old Moruer with an intelligence of seventeen.

Maybe it was because he had received a lot of unfair treatment and discrimination before. He would stay a hand no matter what he did. He could be perfect, but he deliberately left a little flaw. Moreover, this guy has a particularly stoic character. According to Amelia, since he came here, he has spent all his time studying, except for eating and the eight hours of sleep that he must maintain every day, without any slack at all.

As the saying goes, there will be rewards for paying. If not, it means that you have not paid enough. After this period of continuous assiduous study, Morul has made rapid progress, and the magic level in his body has vaguely reached the edge of a first-level mage. He only needs an opportunity to become an official spellcaster immediately. For young people who work hard and know how to behave like this, who would not like it.

Henry stared at the silent apprentice, and an imperceptible smile suddenly crossed his face. He touched the scum on his chin and said: "Moruul, I now need a volunteer to help complete a great experiment. If you want, I will accept you as a disciple regardless of whether it succeeds or not in the end. . Of course, the choice is yours, and it’s okay to disagree."

"Master, can I know the specific content of this experiment?" Morul asked very cautiously, neither immediately agreeing, nor immediately rejecting it. It can be seen that Caution has been incorporated into his soul, but this is not a bad thing for the mage.

Henry nodded slightly: "Of course. This is an experiment on brain modification. The purpose is to allow humans to have psychic powers like the mind-severs. I plan to integrate some special parts of their brains into In the human mind, if you succeed, then you will not only become a mage, but also a Psion."

Hearing that it was a brain transformation, a dense sweat appeared on Morul's forehead. He subconsciously swallowed his saliva and continued to ask: "Da...Master, how safe is this experiment?"

"I don't know, but I can guarantee that as long as your soul will not collapse, you can be resurrected even if you die." Henry stopped talking, just quietly waiting for a reply. He has said everything he can say, and now it's up to the young apprentice's choice.

Really powerful spellcasters are all with a little madness in their sense, which can keep them calm when confronted with danger. As for madness, one can break through the limits of oneself and discover secrets that others would not dare to think. If Morul doesn't have the guts to take a gamble, then his achievements will be very limited and not worth the effort to cultivate.

The time passed by like this one minute after another, Henry did not urge, just looked at the other's tangled expression playfully. Maybe it was just a temptation for him, but for the apprentice in front of him, it was completely choosing life. Should he continue to be a humble low-level mage, or use his own life to fight for it, in exchange for a brighter future.

In the land of Faerun, there are people making such choices all the time. But it's a pity that the daring to desperately are a minority after all, and more people are content with the status quo, quietly living a hard life day after day. But the world is so dangerous, when disaster strikes, they will find that they have no power to resist.

After a long time of consideration, Morul's tangled expression gradually returned to normal. He took a deep breath and replied firmly: "Master, I choose to be this volunteer."

"Very good, come upstairs with me." Henry snapped his fingers directly and brought the apprentice to the highest level laboratory. He can't wait to try the blind eye method to see if the psychic power is produced by the thalamus.

Soon, the dissection table was set up, Morul lay nervously on it, all parts of his body were fixed. Around him were a dozen mind-separation brains immersed in glass jars. Under the protection of nutrient solution and spells, they did not completely die, and many of them still retained weak consciousness.

Looking at the nervous apprentice, Henry solemnly warned: "Remember, no matter what happens for a while, you must stick to your own consciousness and never give in or be assimilated. Otherwise, once your soul is damaged, you will not be the original one even if you are resurrected. is you."

Morul gritted his teeth and nodded: "Understood."

"In that case, the experiment begins."

As soon as the voice fell, Henry directly anesthetized the apprentice, followed by cutting open the skull with a sharp knife, cutting off a piece of the mind-seating devil’s brain, cutting off those unnecessary parts, and then grafting the prethalamic nucleus to the brain. Next to the nerve center. After completing all of this, he quickly cast the necromantic magic, completely connected it, and immediately covered the skull, releasing several "healing serious injuries" in a row.

You must know that brain surgery has always been dangerous, especially in this place where natural science is backward. Once a large amount of brain overflows inside, 100% of them will die on the spot. There is basically no second way to go except using the "wishing technique" to resurrect.

After finishing all this, Henry simply washed his hands and watched Moruul's reaction closely. As the anesthesia effect disappeared a little bit ~www.ltnovel.com~ his body began to shake violently. Not long after, his eyes opened sharply, his eyes bulged, his nose and mouth began to flow out a large amount of viscous liquid on his face. His muscles began to forcibly stretch and stretch, seeming to be enduring extreme pain.

After only a few minutes, the epidermis of the apprentice's body secreted a large amount of unknown fluid, and there was a burst of "drink! drink! drink!" sound in his throat. Looking at his current condition, there are already some symptoms of dehydration throughout the body, and it will not take long to drain the body and cause death.

Henry performed several restoration magic skills in a row, but there was no response at all. Just when he was at a loss, Morul suddenly broke free from the straps that fixed his hands and feet, and rolled to the ground, shouting in pain: "Get out! Get out of my head! I am Morull! I am... ...I'm...human!"

Hearing the words of the apprentice, Henry finally knew what was going on. The thalamus is the perception of life from the outside world. Once two cognitions of the world have a violent conflict, one of them will inevitably be assimilated by the other. Now Morul's human cognition is competing for the dominance with the original cognition of the demon. If it fails, then the whole person will have irreversible changes.

This is why his body is secreting a lot of water, because all the skin of the Mind Devil always maintains a layer of slippery mucus... (to be continued...)