Wizard Immortality.

Chapter 103 Making Containers

Her fiery red hair hung down to her waist.

Avelia took a step, sat naked on the edge of the worktable, glanced at Vic, and then slowly lay down.

The harsh, low temperatures of the North made her skin appear somewhat pale.

The physical strength of a wizard apprentice is barely enough to withstand a temperature of minus thirty degrees Celsius, so they won't freeze to death.

The polar regions are different from other regions.

Here, there is only polar day and polar night.

When Vic arrived, it was already dark.

By this time, they were plunged into a long period of darkness, and outside their dwelling, the cold wind howled like the wailing of evil spirits.

but.

The white orbs of light floating above the worktable were bright enough.

This kind of light magic that even apprentices can use is not considered witchcraft; it is simply a trick that applies the basics of mystical energy.

Vic was wearing black leather gloves and holding a razor in his hand.

Avelia lay naked on the worktable in front of him.

Flat lower abdomen.

Long, slender legs.

There are no blemishes on the skin.

Although she remained silent, the slight blush on her face betrayed her shyness; it's inevitable to feel embarrassed when facing a stranger.

after all.

For wizards.

Avelia is about the same age as a toddler.

It's hard to sever the emotions of ordinary people.

But Vic remained unmoved.

The scenery was so beautiful, it was like a sumptuous feast laid out before us.

The rolling hills and valleys are on full display.

His expression remained unchanged, indifferent and unremarkable.

"Now that the deal is done, until this matter is concluded, you must do everything you say according to my instructions."

Avelia bit her lip lightly and nodded slightly.

Then.

Vic is holding a razor.

His gaze was condescending, his expression indifferent.

Begin preliminary preparations for container manufacturing.

The first step is to remove all the hair from Avelia's body to create a larger area for drawing the runes.

The blade was ice cold.

It slowly glides over warm skin, while fiery strands of hair fall onto the icy surface.

Through gloves.

Vik could also sense Avelia's heartbeat quickening by looking at the blood vessels beneath her warm skin.

even.

When we reached the courtyard.

Avelia's body was trembling slightly.

She stared at Vic.

In brown pupils.

In the shadow cast by the light, Vic's face was sharply defined, sinister and terrifying.

Like a man-eating demon.

Fortunately, the process was short. Vic's technique was skillful and experienced, and it was clear that this was not the first time he had used a wizard's body to make a vessel.

Although Avelia lacks talent, she is not stupid.

She was very certain.

This must not be the first time Vic has created human containers. The sheer cleanliness and efficiency of his methods suggest an unimaginable number of experimental subjects who died.

She clenched her right fist slightly, trying to ease her tension.

Once preparations are complete.

Vic took out the remaining Cosmic Mayfly Concentrate from last time, diluted a drop in water, and added Corpse Flower Powder.

Stir.

Take out a beautifully designed brush with a handle made of fire silver.

The high-frequency vibrations of the spiritual body endowed the brush with mysterious energy in the realm of change, and the turbid suspension it picked up began to emit a faint blue light.

Vic's expression gradually turned serious.

Inch by inch, he carefully brushed the product onto Avelia's skin.

Make preparations.

Next is the potion for drawing secret texts.

The secret texts for collecting cosmic winds are not complicated; there are eight in total, which can be directly translated as "light absorption."

Fine etching is required on the surface of the container.

The more quantity, the faster the collection efficiency.

The etching process is not exactly painful.

However, the process of flames and potions burning fine characters into the skin and penetrating deep into the flesh was extremely agonizing.

Before drawing, Vic took out a bottle of apprentice-level sleeping potion and handed it to Avelia, his command leaving no room for doubt.

"Drink it."

Whether the container is painful or not.

He doesn't care.

However, the struggle during the pain can affect the accuracy of the etched text, and in severe cases, may lead to failure.

Avelia didn't dare ask any more questions and obediently drank the potion.

It occasionally falls into a deep sleep.

Vic prepared the medicine.

He took a cryptic pen with a hard nib from the pen holder, dipped it in the potion, and began writing cryptic text, starting from Avelia's forehead.

After writing down a complete cipher structure.

Vic controls the fire of the tarsal bones, scorching the potion and giving it the mysterious property of "light absorption".

During this process, the medicine will completely penetrate into the skin and integrate with the flesh.

Although the fire in the tartar will leave a shallow scar.

But Vic controlled it very precisely.

It will not exceed the physical recovery capabilities of Avilia's senior apprentice.

A complete line of secret text, only the length of a finger after it is formed, is densely etched onto Avelia's skin. This process takes at least a month.

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During this period, he would regularly give this woman a sleeping potion.

In addition, apply a solution to inhibit hair growth on the skin surface and keep it smooth.

A month and a half later.

Avelia awoke from her slumber.

My head is spinning.

She was somewhat disoriented.

The blinding, pale light made her dizzy.

Then, she felt a large hand pinch her mouth, and a cool, slightly sweet liquid was poured into her throat.

After a violent cough.

Avelia gradually regained consciousness.

Her body was still naked, but the difference was that her originally fair skin was now covered with dense alchemical runes.

The mysterious energy hidden within, like ants, is gnawing at her flesh every second.

And this state.

It maintains a delicate balance with her body's self-healing ability.

I just woke up.

The excruciating pain made her gasp, her teeth chatter, and her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

She looked up.

Vic stood right in front of her, his expression unchanged.

"What you need to do next is go to the place I've set up, maintain the current state, and wait for all the materials to be collected."

The process will be painful, but I will provide a potion to alleviate it.

If we fail, the consequences are self-evident.

Avelia could not feel any warmth in Vic's eyes. Although she knew that wizards were cruel, she still found it hard to accept such cruelty and ruthlessness.

In her opinion.

There must have been a reason why this person gave her the Alchemy Manual after describing the grandeur and vastness of the wizarding world.

just now.

She was convinced that she was just imagining things.

The excruciating physical pain felt like a cruel reality.

The delusions in my mind gradually cooled down.

Avelia closed her eyes, completely suppressing her mortal thoughts.

Only one belief remained in my heart.

To be promoted one level.

At any cost.

She's willing to endure it! Her death is no loss!

Then.

Vic flew her to the top of an iceberg.

The sky during the polar night is dark and boundless.

The ever-changing, dazzling aurora borealis is like a dream.

After Vic gave his instructions, Avilia sat on a stone platform inscribed with alchemical runes.

But, I had only just sat down.

The terrifying energy surging into her body from the outside was like flames scorching her flesh and bones!

every second.

It's all torture!

not only that.

These energies, like living things, frantically squeezed into her spiritual body!

The swelling and pain were unbearable.

Even though the north was extremely cold, she felt as if she were in an oven, with pain and torment everywhere!

But she didn't make a sound.

Even though my body was trembling uncontrollably.

He remained seated with his eyes closed.

Vic was quite pleased with this.

When he chose Avelia, besides knowing her inside and out, the unwavering nature of her spiritual magnetic field made her a valuable vessel for him, and this benefit was now becoming increasingly apparent.

He took out a bottle of prepared painkiller, handed it over, and said, "Your life level cannot withstand a level one potion."

However, painkillers can provide significant relief.

During this time, I will stay by your side and protect your safety.

(End of this chapter)