Diary of a Dead Wizard

"Hehehehe..." The evil spirit lowered his head and chuckled, baring his teeth at Wright who was shaking on the ground, "Do you think I'm a fool?"

Thor, who was hiding in his spiritual body, actually felt a sense of identity with the evil spirit's words.

"Is Senior Byron lying to the evil spirit? But how could the evil spirit believe such a thing? Or is Senior Byron just stalling for time?"

Wright was trampled under his feet and could only look up at Byron helplessly, praying in his heart that the evil spirit was indeed a fool.

In short, none of the living, dead, and half-dead people present believed what Byron said.

Perhaps because it was only Byron's phantom present, he seemed calm.

"I know you think I'm lying to you, but I hope you can give me a few words. There is naturally a reason why I came to you. Your Kema family and our Golsa Wizard Tower are married relation."

"Ha!" The evil spirit named Moton smiled briefly, "Did the Kema Empire not be destroyed after my death? Or have my descendants become beasts that can only reproduce?"

Byron's expression remained unchanged, "After you died in the Hanging Hand Valley, a great wizard came forward to mediate the war. Although the Kema and Kernas empires were demoted to principalities, at least part of their territory was preserved, and your family was able to continue. Keep it going.”

Morton still looked sarcastic, "Will they give up the resources they obtained? Are you lying?"

Sol, Wright: "..."

Byron continued: "Because of the Battle of Hanging Hand Valley, almost all the wizards in the western region died. Other forces from the Wizarding Continent took the opportunity to enter the western region and carve up the resources. In order to maintain the stability of the western region, the various forces signed the Western Treaty."

Morton's eyes flashed, but he stopped sarcastically, seeming to believe it.

Byron quickly struck while the iron was hot, "In fact, our Wizard Tower originated from wizard forces in other continents. So you don't have to worry about us having any grudges."

Moton narrowed his eyes and said sinisterly: "Then why did you come to me? And you sent this unworthy third-level apprentice here?"

He leaned forward and put force on his feet, "Have you really thought I was dead for so long, have I become stupid?"

Wright was immediately stepped on and screamed.

Morton thought he was noisy, so he stepped on Wright's mouth again.

"If you make any more noise, I'll send your mouth to the back of your head!"

Wright quickly held back the pain and did not dare to say anything anymore.

Morton looked up again, as if waiting for Byron's explanation.

"He... seems to be starting to believe it." Saul looked at Morton and Byron in disbelief.

Seeing that Morton was willing to continue to listen to his reasons, Byron's tense face relaxed slightly.

He quickly glanced at Bill and Wright on the ground, pursed his lips, and then said: "Because of the Western Treaty, we can't come to you openly, so we can only send a few inconspicuous third-level apprentices to the outside. In the name of searching for resources, I secretly search for your traces.”

"As for why we are looking for you...do you remember your great-granddaughters, Miss Yula and Kira?"

Thor's eyes widened.

He had never heard of the name Yula, but wasn't Kira the second-level wizard who once came to the wizard tower and was arrogant towards the tower owner?

Is what Byron said true?

Wright may have heard these two names, his eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't dare to make any more noise.

After hearing these two names, Morton fell into memories.

It is difficult for an evil spirit to recall the good things in his life.

After a long silence, Morton finally raised his head and said, "Yes, my two great-granddaughters. They are only three years apart, but they both have wizard talents. We celebrated this for three months at the time."

Byron bowed slightly and said, "One of your great-granddaughters, the beautiful Miss Yula, is the wife of our tower owner."

Thor's arm holding his chin went limp, and his head slipped directly from his palm.

He recalled Golsa's whole body wrapped in pink bandages, and wondered what the use of such a man would be in having a wife.

Senior Byron, are you really not lying?

On the other hand, Wright, who was on the ground, blinked slowly, showing a thoughtful expression.

However, after hearing this, Moton frowned, suspicion creeping into his eyes again, "Yula? With her temperament, she doesn't care about anything except experimental research, how can she get married?"

Byron: "Maybe it's because our tower master is a second-level wizard like you before your death."

Morton immediately raised his eyebrows, "That is indeed excellent. No wonder Yula will be tempted one day. But how can you prove that you didn't make up a story to lie to me?"

Byron stroked his chest and saluted, and said solemnly: "For the sake of the Kema family and the Wizard Tower, the tower owner asked me to secretly search for your traces. He believes that such a great you will not disappear easily. I have been here many times, There has been no harvest, but today I finally met you. But I don’t have any proof on my body, because this matter must not be known to outsiders. "

Moton suddenly put another force on his foot, causing Wright to twitch in pain, but he suppressed his voice and did not dare to scream.

"It's ridiculous. Even if you don't prove it, why did you run when you met me underground? Now you are facing me as a shadow. What are you afraid of?"

Byron remained calm and lowered his eyes, "You have changed a bit. I didn't recognize you at first. It wasn't until later that I realized who you were. As for the phantom... I'm very deep underground now. Time is running out, and I don't know. I can fly, so I can only communicate with you in this way."

Morton stared at Byron for a while, and finally let go of Wright's foot.

Wright, who had been twitching, finally relaxed, but his face was seriously injured and he could no longer see anyone.

He experienced the moodiness of evil spirits over and over again.

Morton crossed his arms and raised his chin, "So now that you have found me, do you want to go back and report the news? After saying so much, do you want me to let you go?"

"On the contrary, I want to invite Lord Morton to come to me. Although I found you, I can see that your condition is not very good. Mrs. Youla has anticipated this situation, and she taught me a method in advance. The witchcraft circle can help you stabilize your consciousness, and when she finds the opportunity, she will come and pick you up."

"where are you?"

"It's where we met you, here at Soulstorm."

Morton's eyes immediately raised, "Do you think I will be deceived by you?"

Seeing that Morton seemed to be going crazy again, Byron quickly increased his speaking speed.

"The scale of the soul storm here is very small. After being disturbed by us, the state has become very unstable and may collapse at any time. But I remember that only some of your spiritual bodies have left the soul storm. If you really wait for the soul storm to collapse, it will be difficult to find them again. What’s left of your spirit body.”

The loss of soul would cause irreparable damage to Moton, and it was impossible for him not to care about it.

Sure enough, after hearing this, Morton's eyes changed, sometimes hesitant, sometimes angry.

Finally, two expressions appeared on the left and right half of his face at the same time.

Moton finally cleared his mind and said sternly: "That storm contains the soul fragments of hundreds of people. Even I can't keep it intact. What can you, a third-level apprentice, do?"

Byron said: "Lord Morton, although I am only at the third level, I have been studying souls and corpses in the Wizard Tower for more than ten years and have made some achievements in this area. Otherwise, Madam would not have sent me here, let alone You will hand over that magic circle to me. That magic circle can help you recover part of your lost soul and maintain your stability, so that Yulai can help you leave here."

Moton finally slowed down and asked, "Did Yula really ask you to come?"

"If I want to escape, there is no need to use the precious Phantom Stone to contact you. If I want to set a trap to harm you... to be honest, even I don't think I can succeed."

Seeing that Moton was a little moved, Byron quickly added fuel to the fire.

"Lord Morton, Soul Storm can't support it for much longer. You just come here to take a look. You won't lose anything. I can hand over everything about the magic circle to you for inspection, and you can decide whether to do it or not."

Morton lowered his head, and he really started to think about it.

Sol, who was sitting in the diary watching the show, patted the diary under him with a dull expression, "Hey, brother diary, is this person in front of me really Senior Byron?"

The third update, it’s afternoon now, that’s right.