At noon the next day, inside Am's Mage Tower, Henry was sitting in an improvised wheelchair supervising three apprentices conducting experiments. After most of the night's exploration, he had completely figured out what was stored in his brain. It mainly includes the development and training of psychic abilities, a small number of psionic spells, and the construction and layout of underground cities, as for the rest, such as the selection of delicious brain three elements, slave control skills, and other useless information.

You don't have to think about it to know that it's impossible to cultivate psychic abilities with this knowledge alone. Because the most important link is missing, and that is how to select apprentices. You must know that humans are not mind snatchers, they are born psychic warlocks as soon as they become adults. According to speculation, I am afraid that among the thirty or fifty thousand people, it is not possible to find a guy with this kind of talent.

is so scarce, and there is no specific detection method, can it be that tens of thousands of people are recruited at one time, and then they are exercised together according to the method of the Mind Flayer? No kidding, it's impossible for a normal person to do this, not to mention that tens of thousands of people may not be able to pick out an apprentice with real potential.

Just as Henry was considering whether or not to do brain fusion, a young apprentice finished his work and walked over and bowed deeply. "Master, my potion is finished, please take a look."

Glancing at the slightly cloudy magic potion, Henry smiled and commented, "Although it is a little flawed, it is generally not bad." Remember, you have to wait until the neutralizer has cooled down before casting a spell, otherwise you'll have a very short shelf life like now. Morul, your talent is quite good. So you don't need to be so impatient to do things. ”

"Yes, as you teach." The apprentice named Morul bowed again humbly, and stood silently waiting for the others.

A few minutes later. The remaining young man and woman also finished their potions, each with their hands waiting for the review. Henry only glanced at it, and immediately frowned mercilessly: "Raz! Nora! Can any of you tell me what the gooey thing is here? All reworked! If you can't even make a small bottle of insight potion, don't expect to graduate. ”

The two poor little guys didn't dare to defend themselves at all, so they drooped their heads and returned to the real platform, and began to follow the steps from the beginning. They knew that when dealing with a legendary mage, it was best to be honest, otherwise there would be no good fruit to eat.

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 within the fight. After all, for most mages. Being able to get guidance from a more advanced mage means that you can avoid many detours, and at the same time, you can broaden your horizons and deepen your understanding and perception of magic.

If there is no mandatory requirement, only apprentices who are still in the process of becoming full-fledged mages will be recruited. Quite a few old guys over the age of 50 want to come personally. But even so, the competition is fierce. In the end, after negotiation, the apprentices Raz and Nala were the first to be decided. Because one of them is very wealthy, they donate a lot of money to the guild every year, and the other is a magical family that has a lot of say within the guild.

As for the last spot, it was a surprise. While many members were arguing, one guy proposed the fairest draw, but he didn't expect to be drawn by Morul, a civilian apprentice. Thankfully, the masked mage's infighting wasn't too intense, and he was under the gaze of countless jealousies. Luckily, he made it to this mage tower alive and became the third apprentice.

First meeting. Henry couldn't wait to give everyone an intelligence test, and it turned out that the sixteen-year-old girl Nala had an intelligence of only about fourteen, and the fourteen-year-old boy Raz was slightly taller, about fifteen to sixteen. On the contrary, it was this inconspicuous eighteen-year-old young man Morul, whose intelligence had reached seventeen.

Maybe it's because he has been subjected to a lot of unfair treatment and discrimination before, no matter what he does, he will keep a hand, and he can be perfect, but he deliberately leaves a little flaw. And this guy has a particularly stoic personality, 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, and he has not slackened at all.

As the saying goes, if you pay well, you will definitely be rewarded, if not, it means that you have not paid enough. After this period of continuous hard study, Morul has made rapid progress, and the level of magic power in his body has vaguely reached the edge of a first-level mage, and he only needs an opportunity to become an official spellcaster immediately. Who wouldn't like such a young man who works hard and knows how to be a man.

Henry stared at the silent apprentice, a subtle smile suddenly crossed his face. He touched the stubble on his chin and said, "Morul, I need a volunteer right now to assist in the completion of a great practice. If you wish, I will accept you as a disciple, whether you succeed or not. Of course, the choice is yours, and it's okay not to agree. ”

"Master, can I know the specific content of this reality?" Morull asked cautiously, neither immediately agreeing nor immediately refusing. It was evident that Caution had been integrated into his soul, but it wasn't a bad thing for the mage.

Henry nodded slightly: "Of course." This is a real yàn about brain modification, with the aim of making it possible for humans to have psychic abilities like the Mind Flayer. I'm going to fuse some special parts of their brains into the human brain, and if it works, then you'll not only become a mage, but also a psychic warlock. ”

Hearing that it was a brain modification, dense beads of sweat immediately appeared on the door of Morul's head. He subconsciously swallowed his saliva and continued to ask, "Big ...... Master, how safe is this practice? ”

"I don't know, but I can guarantee that as long as your soul's will doesn't collapse, you can be resurrected even if you die." After saying that, Henry stopped talking, but waited quietly for an answer. He's said everything he can say, and now it's up to the young apprentice in front of him to choose.

The truly powerful casters are those with a touch of madness in their sanity, which allows them to stay calm in the face of danger, and madness allows a person to push their limits and discover secrets that others dare not imagine. If Morul didn't have the guts to gamble, his achievements would be very limited, and it would not be worth the effort to cultivate them.

Time passed like this, minute by minute, Henry didn't urge, just looked at the other party's tangled expressions playfully. Maybe for him this is just a temptation, but for the apprentice in front of him, it is completely choosing life. Whether to continue to be a lowly mage, or to fight with your life 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 there are only a few people who dare to work hard, and more people are content with the status quo and silently live a hard life day after day. But the world is so dangerous that when disaster strikes, they will find that they have no strength to resist.

After a long period 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 well, come upstairs with me." Saying that, Henry snapped his fingers directly and took the apprentice to the real yàn room on the highest floor. He couldn't wait to try the Blind Eye method to see if the psychic ability was created by the brainalculus.

Soon, the dissecting table was set up, and Morul lay nervously on it, all parts of his body were secured. Around him were a dozen or so Mind Flayer brains soaked in glass jars, protected by nutrient solutions and spells, they were not completely dead, and many of them still had a faint consciousness.

Looking at the nervous apprentice, Henry sternly admonished: "Remember, no matter what happens for a while, you must hold on to your consciousness, and never give in or be assimilated, otherwise once the soul is damaged, even if you are resurrected, you will not be the original you." ”

Morul gritted his teeth and nodded, "Understood." ”

"In that case, the real yàn begins."

As soon as the words fell, Henry directly anesthetized the apprentice, followed by cutting open the skull with a sharp knife, dividing a piece of the brainstorm by two, cutting out the unwanted parts, and then grafting the anterior thalamic nucleus next to the nerve center. After completing this qiē, he quickly cast a necromancy spell, completely connected it, and immediately covered the skull, releasing several "healing serious injuries" in succession.

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 plasma overflows, 100% will die on the spot, and there is basically no second way to go except to use the "wishing technique" to resurrect.

After completing this qiē, Henry washed his hands briefly, closely observing Morul's reaction. As the anesthetic effect wore off little by little, his body began to shake violently, and it didn't take long for his eyes to open violently, his eyeballs bulging outward, his nose and mouth began to flow a large amount of viscous liquid, and the muscles on his face began to stretch forcibly, looking like he was enduring extreme pain.

After only a few minutes, the epidermis of the apprentice's body secreted a large amount of unknown fluid, and a burst of "Drink!" came out of his throat. Drink! Drink! Voice. Looking at his current condition, he already has some symptoms of dehydration all over his body, and it won't be long before he dies due to draining the water in his body.

Henry performed several rejuvenating spells in a row, but there was no reaction at all. Just when he was at a loss, Morul suddenly broke free from the belt that fixed his hands and feet, rolled to the ground and shouted in pain: "Get out!" Get out of my head! I'm Morul! I am...... I am...... Mankind! ”

Hearing the apprentice's words, Henry finally knew what was going on. The thalamus is the perception of the outside world produced by living beings, and once two perceptions of the world have a violent conflict, one of them must be assimilated by the other. Now Morur's human cognition is competing with the original mind snatcher's cognition for dominance, and if it fails, then the whole person will have irreversible changes.

That's why his body is secreting a lot of water, as all the Mind Flayer's skin is always covered with a slippery layer of mucus...... (To be continued......)