Wizard: I have an inventory

Ryan could have used illusions without spending a penny to take away the death row prisoner he wanted without anyone noticing, but if such a strange incident happened in the prison of the royal capital, it would inevitably be investigated by the wizard.

If other wizards get involved, they will inevitably be suspected of being exposed. It is better to scare the warden and jailers and give them precious medicines, so that they can cover up their attempts so that no one dares to tell them.

Surrounded by densely packed death row inmates, sixty prisoners with haggard faces and dull eyes stood like puppets.

Ryan waved his fingers gently, a mysterious smile appeared on his lips, and he whispered an ancient spell.

There is a drowsy atmosphere in the air, and hypnotic illusions surge like waves towards those sinful souls.

As Ryan's voice gradually increased, the consciousness of the death row prisoners was surrounded by layers of phantoms, and they gradually lost their perception of reality. Their eyes changed from fierce to confused, empty and submissive, as if they had completely fallen into the illusion woven by Ryan.

"Unlock their chains."

Ryan's orders sounded gentle but firm in the ears of others, like a warm spring breeze. The jailers looked at this magical and terrifying scene without hesitation, and easily unlocked the heavy chains with the keys in their hands. The jingling of the chains seemed to be a prelude to this fate of no resistance.

The sixty death row inmates were like manipulated puppets, silently following Ryan's instructions and slowly walking outside. Although their movements were clumsy, they appeared to be extremely coordinated under Ryan's illusion.

Two carriages stopped at the exit of the prison. The wooden boards of the carriages shone faintly in the dim light, waiting for this journey.

"Get in the car."

Ryan waved his hand, and his voice was like the gentle wind, easily touching the sixty hypnotized hearts. They got into the carriage without hesitation and allowed fate to take them to the unknown abyss.

Before leaving, Ryan stood in the shadows, staring at the warden with sharp eyes, and said in a low and powerful tone: "You'd better not tell me about taking away sixty prisoners on death row. You should know that the wizard has a lot of strength and Means will not bring you a good end."

His voice seemed to carry a cold wind, invading every inch of the warden's skin, making him shiver.

Cold sweat broke out on the warden's forehead, and his voice was trembling, but he still managed to stay calm: "You...are you threatening me?" He tried to look directly into the wizard's eyes, but the shadow of uneasiness in his heart grew stronger.

Ryan smiled slightly, showing a bit of disdain: "Threat? I'm just reminding you not to challenge the wizard's patience easily. It's not difficult to make you... disappear without a trace."

The warden's throat tightened, and his heart seemed to be held tightly by an invisible hand. He knew that every word Ryan said was not empty talk.

He understood that this was not a threat, but a fact. The power of the wizard was immeasurable, and anyone who tried to challenge it would be difficult to escape the punishment of fate.

The carriage carriage was closed in the darkness and gradually disappeared into the night.

"Head to the manor's underground laboratory."

"Okay, Master!"

Sabada guards will never probe into their master's thoughts, they are loyal and silent.

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The Sebadan guard had a stern look on his face as he effortlessly carried the heavy death row prisoner, as if the lifeless body was just a sack of linen.

His strong shoulders firmly pressed against the waist of the condemned prisoner, his steps were steady, and his iron boots made a crisp echo on the stone stairs.

There was no way, the death row prisoners were as stupid as pigs, Ryan asked them to go down the stairs to the laboratory, but the death row prisoners rolled down directly.

Originally, I wanted the death row inmate to tie himself up, but now it seems that it has to be done by someone else.

In the dark and damp underground laboratory, Ryan's figure stood in front of an experimental table full of runes.

The surrounding walls are covered with ancient scrolls and unidentifiable magic instruments, and the dim candlelight casts swaying shadows in the air, reflecting the mystery and terror of this forbidden place.

With the blessing of low-level soul science with perfect proficiency level, Ryan's experiment still experienced countless failures and retries.

The death row prisoner in front of him was immobilized. His limbs were bound by iron chains, and his eyes showed despair and fear.

There was a cold smile on Ryan's face, and a strange light shone in his eyes.

Ryan slowly took out a bottle of luminous potion from his robe, which glowed strangely under the candlelight.

As he injected the medicine into the body of the death row prisoner, the death row prisoner's body began to gradually decay, his skin became loose, his blood gradually solidified, and a fishy smell filled the air.

However, as the body decayed, the soul of the death row prisoner became stronger under the influence of the potion, gradually turning into a gloomy wraith.

A hint of fanaticism flashed in Ryan's eyes.

Its form was vague, exuding a chilling anger and hatred, and its eyes burned like flames, staring straight at Ryan.

Ryan didn't seem to care about the anger of the resentful spirit. He slowly took out a small knife from behind, and the blade shone coldly in the candlelight.

He pressed the tip of the knife against the platform and began to carve on the edge of the ritual rune circle. Runes gradually emerged under his knife, emitting a faint light, as if responding to the spell in his heart.

Feeling the pain of being restrained, the resentful spirit shouted angrily, as if accusing Ryan of his crimes. Its hatred surged toward Ryan like a whirlpool, but Ryan remained expressionless and continued to carve the runes. His spell flowed out slowly, like a whisper, filling the air.

As the last rune was completed, Ryan waved his hand, and powerful forces gathered in the air. The vengeful spirit let out a heart-wrenching scream, and its body was attracted by an invisible force, and was instantly collected by Ryan into an exquisite bottle.

In the bottle, the hatred of the vengeful spirit was still burning, but its struggle was useless. Ryan smiled coldly and carefully put the bottle into his arms, as if he had harvested a precious trophy.

Their faces were blurred, as if swallowed by darkness. Although the number of failures made him more and more frustrated, he never gave up.

Finally, with unremitting efforts, Ryan successfully extracted 28 vengeful spirits from the souls of these 60 death row prisoners.

These vengeful spirits were like dark smoke, surrounding Ryan, whispering and making subtle whimpers, as if telling of unfulfilled wishes and endless resentment.

A gloomy atmosphere permeated the laboratory, and Ryan's laughter and the whispers of the vengeful spirits intertwined to form a low and weird movement.

"Hahaha, it's finally over. The soul experiment is really not easy!"

In just one afternoon, Ryan used up all 60 consumables, but the gains were huge.

The assimilation rate increased by 70%.

If two doses of corpse tear potion are produced at least, Ryan can advance to the third-level apprentice in a month at most!