It took a lot of effort for Feng Chou to calm himself down. He forced himself to focus on the magic circle below him.
But he quickly gave up because the magic circle was too complicated. It was not something a mage apprentice could understand.
He turned his attention back to himself.
Feng Chou quickly confirmed that this body was not his original body. Regarding this, Feng Chou was not surprised. When he obtained Leo's memories and guessed that he might have encountered a transmigration incident, he thought of this possibility.
Transmigration was very common.
Feng Chou's original body was less than 1.7 meters tall, and his body was skinny. But this body was obviously not like that.
This body had a broad and strong chest, a firm and flat waist, and long and strong legs... This was undoubtedly a very fit and beautiful male body.
Although he could not see his own face, but when he thought about how the female Drow stared at him when he first woke up, it was as if she could not wait to strip him naked with her eyes. He knew that his new body's appearance should be very good.
After being ugly all his life, he had just changed into a decent body, but he would not live for long. This made Feng Chou feel that God was once again playing a joke on him.
Just as Feng Chou was feeling sorry for himself, his attention was suddenly attracted by a birthmark on his chest.
This birthmark looked like a pagoda. It grew on Feng Chou's chest since he was young. Feng Chou could not be more familiar with it. But!
The problem was!
This body was not the original one?!
Feng Chou carefully observed his body again. Once again, he was sure that this was not his original body...
But what was with this birthmark?
Feng Chou was sure that this birthmark was exactly the same as the one that grew on his chest since he was young.
Just as Feng Chou was in a desperate situation and was still confused about the birthmark on his chest, the old mage finally finished the experiment at hand and walked into the room.
Feng Chou shifted his gaze from the birthmark on his chest to the old mage's face.
The old mage was also a Drow. His eyes were deep red and very deep. His face showed signs of aging. To a Drow, this was a sign that they were very old.
The old mage looked at Feng Chou's calm eyes and seemed to be interested. He squatted down and added some colorful gems to the magic circle. At the same time, he actually spoke to Feng Chou.
Previously, the Drow had been speaking a language that Leo did not understand. It should be the Drow's own language. this time, the old mage spoke in Ovendelian.
Ovendelian was Leo's mother tongue. Since he inherited Leo's memories, Feng Chou naturally knew this language..
In Leo's memories, Ovendelian was a very great language.
It was the official language of the fallen Arcane Empire, and it was also the official language of the powerful Alvindale Empire.
The Arcane War destroyed the Arcane Empire, but not all the arcanists. Some of the arcanists who stood on the side of the gods, with the support of the Arcane God, established the current Ovendelian Empire in the south of the Northern Continent. It still followed many traditions of the Arcane Empire, such as the Great Mage Council, and the official language of the Arcane Empire …
As the old mage worked, he seemed to be curious and asked Feng Chou, "You don't seem to be afraid at all?"
Feng Chou looked at him and asked, "If I was afraid, would you let me go?"
The old mage smiled and said, "At least I can lessen your pain if you beg for mercy."
Feng Chou looked at him again and said with some disgust, "If I have to die, I don't care if it's more painful … Besides, I don't believe your words. I see malice in your eyes."
As an ugly orphan, Feng Chou grew up being bullied and teased by others. He was very sensitive to other people's expressions and eyes. Since he was in the second grade of primary school, he could tell at a glance if other people looked at him with sympathy, disgust, contempt, or even malice …
Feng Chou's personality was very straightforward, but it was not innate. It was cultivated by living in an environment full of malice for a long time.
At that time, the young him could not prevent himself from being bullied. He could only make the people who bullied him unable to get more pleasure from him.
The old mage smiled again and said, "You are an interesting person."
Feng Chou turned his head and ignored him.
However, the old mage did not intend to let Feng Chou go. As he worked, he said, "Do you know what I am going to do to you?"
Feng Chou once again focused his gaze on the birthmark on his chest, as if a flower would grow out of it at any time.
The old mage raised his head and looked at Feng Chou, a cold smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "I am going to use a bloodline ceremony to inject the bloodline of these tigermen into your body."
"Perhaps you don't understand the meaning of a bloodline ceremony. It is a kind of …"
At this moment, Feng Chou raised his head and said impatiently, "Of course I know about the bloodline ceremony. My … father is an arcane knight. How could I not know what a bloodline ceremony is?"
The old mage did not seem to care about Feng Chou's bad temper. He smiled and said, "Yes, this is a little similar to the bloodline ceremony used to create arcane knights, but it is not exactly the same."
"The bloodline ceremony used to create arcane knights is actually just a combination of various spell structures and injecting the power of the ceremony into the knight's bloodline, forming innate spells similar to those of dragons or magical beasts. It does not involve the fusion or modification of the bloodline. Moreover, that kind of technology is already very mature, so there is no danger."
"However, the ceremony you will face is different. I will inject the bloodline of the tigermen directly into your bloodline. According to my research and speculations, if this kind of technology is used, it is possible to avoid the erosion of intelligence caused by the bestiality."
"However, this kind of bloodline injection is very dangerous. It is very likely to cause your bloodline to completely collapse."
"Do you know what it means for your bloodline to completely collapse?"
With that, the old mage reached out his hand and gently stroked Feng Chou's chest. "Your body will gradually melt. Yes, melt. Melt into a pile of minced meat … No, not minced meat, but … I can't describe it. Your body will completely disintegrate from its most basic structure. Even your bones will disintegrate into a pile of residue." Feng Chou's expression changed slightly as he muttered to himself in a dreamy tone.
"And during that process, you will experience the greatest pain in the world. I guarantee that you will love that feeling."
Feng Chou looked at the old mage and sneered, "Are you trying to scare me?
It seems that my calmness has reduced some of your unusual happiness, isn't it? "
The smile on the old mage's face gradually disappeared. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Feng Chou's neck, saying in a fierce voice, "Do you think I am trying to scare you?"
Feng Chou looked at him with a cold smile.