The dazzling sunlight shone on the mask that Simba had turned into. He felt very uncomfortable as he had not seen the sun for 10 days. The Warlock Saint's loud laughter could be heard in the air. Simba sighed silently. Lao Wang had really gone far away … No, no, no, there was still him. He had gone far away too!
… …
This was a dark room. There were many bottles and jars around. Some were big, and some were small. There were all sorts of strange things in them. The big bottles were as tall as one or two people. Corpses of various races that had been skinned were soaked in a dim yellow potion. Meanwhile, the small ones were piled up like a mountain in the corner. Some of them were the size of a person's arms and contained the internal organs of some creatures. There were also some that were only the size of a palm and contained horrifying eyeballs. The eyeballs were still spinning and emitting a bright green light.
There were all sorts of strange smells in the air. Not only did the smells come from the gaps in the bottles and jars, but there were also the skins of some creatures hanging on the wall. The owner of this room was obviously not only a crazy experimenter but also a crazy pervert. The skins of the corpses of various races were hung on the walls around the room as if they were trophies or specimens. Not only were there the lowly races in the Mizobudapi World, but there were also Octopus people's bodies. This was also why Sauron was not welcomed. He could no longer control his fanaticism towards souls. Of course, he had a limit. When it came to the Octopus people, he only collected corpses and would not take the initiative to kill his own people. If not, even if he was a Warlock Saint, there would not be a place for him to live.
There was an experiment table in the middle of the room. On it were handcuffs and leg cuffs made of hard steel, as well as belt bindings. At that moment, a completely skinned human was lying on this experiment table.
On the way back from the Shadow Moon Fortress, Sauron had not stopped studying this corpse for even a moment. Now that they had reached their destination, he tied the corpse to the experiment table. Before the royal family came to trade, he needed to study as much as possible.
There were too many things on this human that interested him. He was warm but not bad. His Soul Power was scattered but did not exist. He was clearly not dead, but he did not have any consciousness. What was even stranger was the mask. This mask was clearly just an external object, but it was connected to this human's nerves. It could not be removed through normal means. If it was forcefully removed, this human would be finished. Furthermore, the value of a living human was double that of a dead one.
With Sauron's foresight, this thing might be a supreme treasure, and he needed to think of a way to get it.
He stared at the mask for a long time. Then, someone knocked on the door of the laboratory, and a respectful voice sounded outside the door. "Respected and noble master, Tatamu is here!"
"Come in."
The door was pushed open, and a Polylegged person walked in. This fellow had eight legs, and they were thick, long, and wriggling legs that did not have soles. His eight thick, wriggling legs were both legs and hands, and they were covered with small suction cups. They were exactly the same as octopuses … However, their bodies and heads were somewhat similar to the Octopus people. This was also what the Polylegged people were most proud of. This was because the upper half of their bodies were the most similar to the Octopus people, unlike the stupid tauren and dog-headed people, who had the heads of animals, simple minds, and well-developed limbs.
Tatamu was a noble among the Polylegged people, and it was also the servant of Warlock Saint Sauron. With its intelligent mind and good at flattering, it had always followed Warlock Saint Sauron and served as his assistant in the laboratory for decades. This time, its master did not bring it along to the Shadow Moon Fortress. This made Tatamu feel uneasy. Did it do something wrong? Did its master not like it anymore? But look, its master had just returned home, and in less than half an hour, he had already summoned it. This was enough to show that its position in its master's heart was still the same.
Its face was full of smiles, and it rubbed its hands. Its eight claws carefully wriggled on the ground, trying its best to maintain stability. It was afraid that its body would move up and down too much when it walked. That would be very undignified. "Respected Master, you are finally back. These days, Tatamu has been worried about you and looking forward to your return. You …"
Before it could finish flattering Tatamu, Sauron had already waved his hand. "Idiot, stop talking nonsense. Come over and take a look at this."
Since its master had spoken, Tatamu hurriedly quickened its pace. Its eight legs fiercely stomped on the ground twice. Even if this made its elegant steps seem a little undignified, it did not care.
There was something very familiar on the experiment table. It was a human corpse. Tatamu had personally dissected thousands of creatures from various races for its master, including humans. The Octopus people had been studying humans for a long time.
This was obviously one of the creatures that Tatamu disliked the most out of all the races. This was because humans looked too similar to 'gods', even more so than the Polylegs. Not only did they have beautiful heads like gods, but they also had slender and sexy legs like gods. The only difference was that they didn't have the tentacles of 'gods'. This made Tatamu rather unhappy. It used to think that in terms of physiological structure, the Polylegged people were the closest to gods. However, ever since humans appeared, the Polylegged people were ranked third.
"Appraise the material of this mask." Sauron sat at the side. The Polylegged people were very good at this kind of experimental chores. Furthermore, Tatamu's ability in microscopic surgery was even better than that of a Warlock Saint.
Tatamu immediately carried out the appraisal carefully. Its long legs could also be used as hands. This was one of the reasons why the Polylegged people were more popular in the laboratory. They were very good at doing things … Using a few pairs of 'hands', Tatamu quickly completed all kinds of standard and unconventional material appraisal methods. However, the result did not make Tatamu feel a little embarrassed.
"Respected Master, the material of this mask is very unique. Tatamu can't tell. This is definitely not a material that we know of …"
"Idiot, that's tens of millions of materials. Are you sure you remember correctly?"
"Respected Master, please believe Tatamu. Tatamu will definitely not remember wrongly!" Tatamu hurriedly said. "However, Tatamu feels that it has biological attributes. This thing seems to be alive … This is definitely a treasure!"
"Nonsense. Of course I know that. What's the use if I can't take it off?" Sauron frowned. It was a problem to take off the mask without destroying this human. He suspected that the reason why this fellow had so many strange abilities was related to this mask.
"Why don't Tatamu cut it open?" Tatamu carefully suggested.
"No." Sauron frowned.
After all, Wang Zhong was a wanted criminal who was going to be offered to the royal family. It was just a wanted portrait. If Tatamu cut off his face, how would he be able to exchange it for money? The people from the royal family were all very cunning.
Muwei City was only a few dozen kilometers away from the imperial city. They had brought Wang Zhong here to hand him over. However, Sauron felt that he could negotiate with the royal family first. Of course, ordinary people would be rewarded with whatever the price was, but he was Sauron, a powerful Warlock Saint who was ranked in the top 50 among the Mizobudapi people. He had the right to bargain with the royal family. Furthermore, Wang Zhong was still half-dead. Although his body still had some signs of life, the injuries all over his body were shocking, and he was in danger of dying at any time. Back then, when he randomly smashed the elemental array, he had almost decapitated this human.
Sauron planned to wake him up first. At the very least, he would be able to heal his ugly external injuries. Only then would he be able to sell him for a higher price. Of course, in this process, he would be able to enjoy the joy of his experiments, collect experimental data, and take away this magical mask. These were all the extra rewards that he deserved.
Wang Zhong's entire body was a treasure. This was a crystal mountain. However, Sauron felt a headache when he saw such a huge treasure but did not know where to start.
Beside him, Tatamu cautiously said, "Great Master, Tatamu has a suggestion …"
"Speak."
"This human is seriously injured, and he is unconscious. Perhaps we can try to heal him first. Since this mask is a living creature and is connected to his nerves, perhaps as long as his consciousness recovers, it can be automatically removed. However … "Tatamu carefully observed its master's reaction." This might consume some potions. "
"I was going to heal him anyway." Sauron's eyes lit up. This was indeed a possibility. "What's the big deal about consuming some potions? Give me the best! Heh, you idiot. There are times when you're smart. "
"Thank you for your compliment, Master!" Tatamu was extremely happy. "Tatamu is honored!"
The Mizobudapi people were indeed not good at mechanical technology like the humans, but when it came to biological technology, the humans could not compare to the Mizobudapi people no matter how hard they tried.
The octopus Tatamu quickly prepared a jar of potion. Wang Zhong, who was covered in cuts and bruises, was placed in it. After soaking in it for half an hour, all the shocking injuries on his body disappeared. Warlock Saints specialized in arcane techniques, but any Warlock would inevitably have to deal with pharmaceutics. An outstanding Polylegged person was very important. It could be said that it was necessary to become a Warlock Saint or even a Warlock God. Furthermore, this race, which was susceptible to the weak and feared the strong, was the easiest to tame and be obedient.
The bones that had been smashed by the meteorite naturally regenerated, and the skin that had been cut by the wind blades rapidly healed at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye, and new tender flesh grew. The potion also contained a peculiar substance that caused Wang Zhong's body to become translucent as he soaked in it. One could even easily see his internal organs through the glass jar. Furthermore, the ruptured internal organs were healing rapidly under the effect of the potion. If humans were to see this potion, they would definitely treat it as a holy object and hide it to be studied with all their might.
Not only would humans be shocked, but even to the Mizobudapi people, this jar of potion was very valuable. Tatamu did not dare to be negligent when its master said to use the best. At this moment, it felt extremely distressed. It was such a waste to use such a precious potion on a human. However, when it thought about the magical mask and the special value of this human, it was worth using such a precious material. Didn't you see that its master didn't even blink?
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