Necromancer Farming Notes Figure Master

The apprentice returned to the study room calmly. Then, he began to recall the scenes in which he had been given potions in the past few days.

He was already numb to these scenes. What he wanted to recall most now was the taste of these potions.

He listed some medicinal material combinations on paper, and then recalled the medicinal materials in the teacher's laboratory.

Based on these, he roughly deduced the ingredients in the potion.

"The teachers have been unsuccessful, maybe because my soul power is relatively strong." The apprentice thought quietly.

"If you want to complete the puppet potion, you must suppress the soul. And when it comes to souls, the ones who are more accomplished are the ancestral spirits."

The apprentice left the study room and headed to the library.

He began to look through books about ancestral spirits and record the key contents.

If he encounters a difficulty that he cannot figure out, he will go to Miss Feiya for blessing. With Miss Feiya's blessing plug-in, his research progress has been rapid.

At the same time, he will also learn from the experience of teachers and learn from each other's strengths.

However, his crazy blessing behavior made many mages look down upon him. They all thought the apprentice was a nasty person.

Of course, some mages admired his courage. After all, not everyone can sacrifice their lives for their true love.

In the next few days, his teacher continued to test the medicine on him every night.

And he could feel that the teachers' potion was close to success.

He now often feels unable to control his body.

"Ah!" The apprentice suddenly fell to the ground and could not get up.

When several teachers saw this, their eyes shone brightly.

"What's wrong with you?" the teachers asked.

"It's okay, maybe I tripped over something." The apprentice gritted his teeth and stood up with difficulty.

"Haha, maybe you are tired. Go and have a rest." A teacher said kindly.

"Yes! Teacher!" The apprentice limped away.

Several teachers looked at each other and returned to their laboratories to intensify their research.

After the teachers left, the apprentice came out of his dormitory.

Then, he took out the potions he secretly prepared and poured them into the drinking pot in the kitchen.

"Teachers, I have given you many opportunities." After the apprentice administered the medicine, he left calmly.

Early the next morning, the apprentice woke up refreshed. For the first time in years, he slept so peacefully.

He hasn't had a good night's sleep since following these old mages. They always force themselves to get up early to memorize complicated magic knowledge.

The warm sunlight shone on his face, which made him feel very comfortable.

After staying on the bed for a while, he slowly got up. But he sadly found that his lower body could not move.

"Those potions have damaged my soul, and I can no longer walk." A hint of complexity flashed across the apprentice's face first, and then there was deep hatred.

He took out the wheelchair he had prepared from under the bed.

He sat in a wheelchair and went to find his teachers.

When he arrived at the experimental area, he immediately saw the teachers standing there with blank faces.

"Thank you for your research, you are the most perfect puppets in the world." The apprentice showed a sarcastic smile.

He took out his staff and gave orders to the teachers.

He ordered the teachers to beat each other to death.

He slowly drove the wheelchair and closed the laboratory door.

The next day, a fight between mages that shocked the entire Magic Academy became the focus of conversation.

"What a tragedy! It's hard to imagine that those old mages would fight like that!"

"It feels like they're crazy! They're not even using magic, instead they're beating each other up like those crazy hybrids."

"Has the college's investigation produced any results?"

"Well, I heard that the academy concluded that magic experiments produced toxic gases, and these harmful gases drove the mages crazy."

"Oh my God!"

"..."

Just when everyone was enthusiastic about eating melon.

The apprentice has been interrogated by the investigation team for half a day.

"Classmate Biddy, I hope you can answer my question seriously."

"Why are your legs paralyzed?" A mage with an iron mask on his face knocked on the table with a pen and asked the apprentice in a serious voice.

"Teacher, I have answered this many times. I also inhaled a small amount of poisonous gas. Maybe the poisonous gas caused my paralysis." The apprentice said calmly.

"Haha, you are really stubborn. We have found out that you purchased these medicines from merchants in the past few days." The mage threw a list at Biddy.

Biddy glanced at the list on the ground, and then said calmly. "My teachers asked me to buy these, and there's nothing wrong with them."

"..." The iron-faced mage narrowed his eyes. "We have investigated your movements. You seem to be very obsessed with the soul research of ancestral spirits recently. Moreover, you are also frantically seeking blessings from Miss Feiya."

Biddy said nothing and remained silent.

"Actually, we also found your teacher's plan in the secret door of the laboratory. They tried to use a puppet potion to control Feiya."

Biddy raised his head suddenly when he heard this. "Those animals!"

"Haha! Classmate Biddy, the dean appreciates your talent very much. As long as you cooperate seriously, I can guarantee that you will be safe and sound, and you will also get a lot of benefits." The Iron-faced Master smiled and followed the instructions.

"Haha." Biddy sneered. He knew what terrible harm this devilish potion would cause once it was released.

"Classmate Biddy, please cherish this opportunity. After all, we already know most of the formula of this medicine through traces left in the laboratory."

"I think even if you don't tell us, we can quickly experiment with the recipe for the puppet potion."

The Iron Masked Master's words made Biddy feel desperate.

After a difficult struggle, Biddy gave up resistance.

He told the Iron Mask Master the evil formula he had exchanged for his life.

"Hahaha! Very good!" The Iron Masked Master laughed.

Seeing this, Biddy closed his eyes in pain.

…………

The Iron-faced Master came to the dean's office to report the latest interrogation results.

"Master Dean, according to what the apprentice said, those mages indeed beat each other to death after inhaling poisonous gas."

"Oh?" The dean frowned. "What are they doing studying such a dangerous gas?"

"We searched this plan from the secret door of their laboratory. Those mages tried to use these poisonous gases to assassinate Miss Feiya." The Iron-faced Mage handed a forged document to the dean.

The dean was a little confused after reading it. "Why do they want to assassinate Miss Feiya? That will cause a war!"

"Master Dean, I suspect that they have colluded with the orcs." The Iron Mask Master said confidently.

"Bastard!" The dean slapped the table, furious.

"Immediately conduct a thorough investigation of the people related to them to see if there are any other spies!"

"Yes! Mr. Dean!" The Iron-faced Master bowed slightly.

"Is that apprentice a spy?" the dean asked.

"Yes, I will deal with him." The Iron Mask Master said with a smile.

"Well, you can take care of these things." The dean nodded.

"By the way, what's going on with the power seizing group recently?"

Seeing the dean's attention shift, the face under the Iron Mask Master's mask became even more sinister.