Death Wizard Diary

"It turns out that my vision is pretty good. Regardless of your magic qualifications, your high mental strength is enough to make you qualified for many basic tasks." When Nick praised himself, he did not reveal any complacency.

"Yes, Senior Nick has really good vision." Sol thought to himself, "He was also the one who could tell at a glance that my normal and best ability is light element perception, and I didn't just fill it in casually."

"So now that we have reached a consensus, can we cooperate well?" Nick spread his hands and faced Sol.

Sol responded quickly, "I will do my best to cooperate with the senior."

Nick nodded briefly, but still showed no expression, as if he was born with a lack of facial expressions.

"It took a little time, let's start the experiment directly, explain it while doing it, come in on the 1st!" Nick put on the earmuffs, raised his voice slightly, and shouted in the direction of the door.

Thor turned around and saw the door of the laboratory being pushed open, and a female second-level apprentice with blond hair and blue eyes and an expressionless face walked in.

It was one of the people Saul had met in Rum's room before. She didn't know when she was waiting outside the door.

The female apprentice walked in, stood opposite the operating table, and faced Senior Nick.

Both of them had no expressions, or rather no emotions.

Sol's eyes rolled around the two of them, wondering if there was any relationship between the two.

"Don't look at me." Senior Nick gestured to the woman, but he was still talking to Sol. "Her and I are in different situations."

Nick asked the dull and beautiful female apprentice to sit on the metal high-backed chair opposite.

When the slender female apprentice sat on the metal chair, the metal chair immediately began to deform.

The tall chair's back sank, and two iron rings protruded from the chair's back, locking the female apprentice's neck and waist.

The two armrests are drawn inward, just enough to support the female apprentice's hanging forearms and lock her elbows and wrists.

The chair legs also extend with metal rings to buckle the ankles and knees.

No matter how it looks, it looks like punishment is being imposed.

Nick asked Sol to follow him and stepped forward to teach him how to use the metal chair.

Behind the chair, there are ropes hanging down like wires. The tips of the ropes are very thin, like embroidery needles.

When the female apprentice sat down, Nick walked over and stuck the tips on the female apprentice's cheeks, wrists, ankles and other places.

Those ropes looked very heavy, and the depth of the tips that penetrated the skin was only a few millimeters. However, when Nixon let go, the ropes did not fall due to gravity, but remained in their original position as if consciously.

While Thor was memorizing the operating techniques, he was thinking about when to deal with the wraiths with Niketi.

The work started unexpectedly, and he didn't have time to say anything.

The female apprentice was expressionless and unresponsive throughout the whole process.

Thor felt that even if Nick did something more terrifying at this time, the female apprentice would not resist at all.

After finishing their busy work up and down, the two of them returned behind the operating table.

Nick took out a disc made of the same material as the metal chair.

Sol stretched his neck and leaned over to take a look.

The disc is divided into four areas by crosses, and each area is divided into small grids with different shapes and numbers.

"This is called an inductive chair, and this is the corresponding control panel." Nick began to introduce, "The principle of the control panel is relatively complicated and is not public knowledge. You don't need to worry about it. You just need to remember where each sensor rope is tied.

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Making sure Sol remembered the previous steps, Nick took out a pen and paper and asked Nick to sit next to him.

"Usually, I mainly record the emotional changes of the experimental subjects to sense their feedback to the stimulation of the inductive chair. In a while, you will use your method to record the performance of the experimental subjects."

Nick gently threw up the disk in his hand and put it down again. The entire control disk suddenly lit up with a blue electric light from the inside, flashed across the entire disk, and finally died out again.

Sol's left fingertips unconsciously retracted into his sleeve.

Electricity, the nemesis of plastic bones.

"Actually, I'm quite curious as to why the instructor sent you here to record the reaction of the experimental subjects. Have you awakened some strange talent?"

Nick said curiously, but without turning his eyes, he seemed to be polite.

Without waiting for Sol's feedback, Nick pressed the control panel and said, "Start."

As Nick pressed, different positions on the control panel began to flash brightly.

Correspondingly, currents were conducted along the ropes of the induction chair to the female apprentice, and a faint burnt smell immediately emerged from the female apprentice's body.

The female apprentice immediately frowned, showing a painful expression. She wanted to arch her back, but was unable to move due to the restraints of several iron rings.

Sol first looked around with his naked eyes and found nothing special.

It was as if the female apprentice had just received an electric shock.

Then he entered a semi-immersed meditative state.

When Thor's eyes fell on the female apprentice again, he was shocked to find that a translucent, gray-white man's face appeared on the female apprentice's face!

The man narrowed his eyes slightly and raised the corners of his mouth, looking happy.

This face is very similar to the face formed by the rune array on the female apprentice's back.

"I feel that No. 1's current emotion is joy. Have you discovered anything?" Nick did not look at the painful expression of the female apprentice, but stared at the control panel and said.

Thor stared at the transparent man's face on the female apprentice's face.

"It feels so good."

Nick was stunned, then turned to look at Saul, "Your wording is a bit strange, can you describe it in more detail?"

“It’s just very comfortable and relaxing.”

After hearing this, Nick looked down at the control panel in his hand and thought deeply.

After a while, he suddenly threw the control panel on the table, leaned down on the table and began to write and draw.

The female apprentice on the induction chair was in such pain that her facial expression began to distort, and a trace of saliva flowed from the corner of her mouth.

The man on her face began to roll his eyes.

"Senior Nick, why don't you turn off the induction chair first?"

Nick finally came to his senses and noticed the pain of the female apprentice, but instead of turning off the control panel, he changed the stimulation method.

Then, another silver arc danced on the rope.

The pain on the female apprentice's face disappeared in an instant, her whole body softened, she leaned back on the chair and breathed out softly.

But in Sol's eyes, the translucent man's face became painful little by little.

His pain didn't feel like being shocked, but more like suffocation.

He kept opening his mouth wide, trying hard to breathe, but forgetting that he didn't need to breathe anymore.

Sol stared at two different faces at the same time, feeling that the man in the female apprentice was probably also a spirit body.

A spirit that possesses the female apprentice.

"What I feel this time is pain and fatigue. What about you?" After observing for a while, senior Nick next to him asked again.

"Suffocation," Saul said matter-of-factly, "like a fish thrown ashore."

Nick was thoughtful, but this time he was not in a hurry to record, but turned off the control panel and the inductive chair.

"From your perspective, it is indeed clearer than my emotional identification alone." Nick continued his notes.

Thor turned his head to look and found a large number of incomprehensible identification symbols.

Seeing Nick writing and drawing with concentration on his face, Sol said while watching: "Senior Nick's emotional induction is actually more accurate than me. The performance of the experimental subject plus my subjective interpretation can easily lead to information transmission.

error."

After Nick finished writing the last stroke, he turned his head and looked at Sol, "You don't look like a twelve-year-old child."