Diary of a Dead Wizard

Saul's first tutoring session turned into a housecleaning session.

But fortunately, Sol already had work experience and got started quickly.

Mark saw that he was working meticulously and conscientiously, and he felt good. While cleaning up, he told Sol some things that he needed to pay attention to in his studies.

Two hours passed like this. Mark had something to leave, so he explained the finishing work to Saul.

"You will dump the garbage into the yellow trash can later. Make sure it is yellow. If it is not yellow, put it in the bag first, seal it, and deal with it tomorrow."

Thor looked at the yellow trash can next to the laboratory door that was higher than his chest and nodded seriously.

"Okay." Mark pulled out a chair and sat down with his legs stretched out. "Now I give you a chance to give your final answer for five minutes, and then I will go on a date."

Sol quickly asked the questions he had prepared long ago.

"Senior Mark, what impact do spiritual power and magic power have on the learning of witchcraft?"

Mark was not surprised by Sol's question. Listening to Mentor Kaz's words, he had already thought that the junior in front of him might have really poor magic talent, but good mental talent.

Probably unwilling to do so.

"If you look at the knowledge in books, the two are equally important. But as a wizard who values ​​practice, magic is the medium through which we turn knowledge into witchcraft."

"Let me give you a similar analogy. The elemental ions in the outside world are a river a hundred meters away from you. Your spiritual power talent is your running speed, and your magic power talent is your prop for carrying water."

Mark gestured with his hands.

"Ordinary wizard apprentices usually use buckets to transport water." His gesture narrowed again, "But you use a bowl. So your growth will be much slower, do you understand?"

Sol immediately said: "Then I will make more trips."

Mark shook his head, "More than that. In the wizarding world, there is almost no time when magic is not used. You perform witchcraft, make props, draw magic circles, and construct runes, and these require you to carry two bowls of water or even a bucket of water in one trip. .What should I do if your bowl can’t do it?”

Sol lowered his head and exposed a little of the fingertips of his left hand. "Senior Mark, isn't there a way to turn the small bowl in my hand into a big bucket? For example, witchcraft transformation?"

Mark also caught a glimpse of Sol's left hand, but this level of body modification was nothing to him.

"Of course there is, but almost no first-level apprentice can bear it. The witchcraft transformation that the instructor just mentioned requires at least a second-level apprentice to try it."

He raised his hands, and a big mouth opened in the palms of both hands at the same time, constantly opening and closing, wanting to swallow and lick.

Two bright red tongues kept testing and approaching Thor.

Thor gritted his teeth and forced himself not to retreat instinctively. At the same time, his left hand is always ready to take action.

Just when the atmosphere in the room turned cold, Mark suddenly retracted his hand.

"Don't move, this is a laboratory."

He said with a normal expression, as if he just wanted to scare Thor.

"Okay, Senior Mark." Sol also put down his left hand and asked without giving up, "Is there no transformation that a first-level apprentice can do? I'm afraid I only have three months."

Senior Mark stretched and stood up, "Then you can only gamble your life. For example, go to the library and look at the teaching materials that second-level apprentices will use."

Saul could see that Mark was about to leave, and he didn't have much time to ask questions.

He hurriedly followed Mark to the door, "Can I borrow the books of the second-level apprentice?"

Mark walked quickly to the door and opened it with one hand.

"You can borrow books as long as they are in the public library." He turned around and showed a strange smile, "The library has never stopped low-level wizards from reading books by high-level wizards. They are also boring."

After saying that, Mark left the laboratory and closed the door.

Sol stood in front of the door, lowered his head and pondered: "Are you betting on your life?"

It would be impossible for Thor to complete the requirements of Master Kaz in three months just by meditating.

He looked at the hardcover book floating quietly on his left shoulder, "I'm good at this."

At this time, the door of the laboratory suddenly opened again, and Mark poked half of his face out, "Remember to pack your things before leaving."

"I understand, senior."

Sol was startled and looked at Mark's half of his face and shrank back.

The door closes.

Sol was the only one left in the room.

I guess so……

Sol turned around and looked around. He didn't have much work left. He simply put things in place, dumped the trash, and checked whether all the cabinets were closed tightly.

Thor walked around the lab.

He pushed back the chair Mark had pulled out, scooped up the trash under the table and threw it into the yellow trash can.

The yellow trash can is very dark and bottomless. Not like a barrel, but more like a channel.

Sol didn't look much and immediately closed the lid after taking out the trash.

"I always feel uncomfortable in the laboratory where I am the only one left." Saul touched his arm, as if he could feel goosebumps popping out from under his skin.

Saul found several more graffiti on the table in the middle of the laboratory. There had been something drawn on the paper, but it had been completely covered by the black chaotic lines, and nothing could be seen.

The paper was crumpled, as if it had been thrown away and then picked up and flattened.

"Were these pieces of paper here just now?"

Thor carefully swept it into the keg and turned around, preparing to go to the trouble of pouring it out again.

However, when Sol reached out to lift the lid of the trash can, the trash can turned red in an instant in front of Sol.

Sol's hand stopped in mid-air and slowly retracted it.

He pretended that he saw nothing, turned around, sealed the keg and put it under the table.

He continued his rounds and walked to a row of cabinets at the far end of the laboratory.

Somehow, he suddenly remembered the walking diagram of humans and monsters that he used for meditation today.

According to the layout on the picture, Thor is currently standing at the lowest level of the monster.

He shook his head quickly to get rid of this unlucky thought, but when he took another step, he stepped on something.

He looked down and almost jumped.

It turned out to be the puppet they used when the newcomers tested their talents.

The puppet's eyes were clearly two holes, but Sol felt like there were eyes staring at him from inside.

"...When you leave, make sure there are no clutter on the floor in the cabinet area. I will clean it up first. If you find something on the floor when you leave. Don't worry, find cabinets with the same things around and pick them up. Put it back. Be sure to close the cabinet door!"

Sol thought of Mark's guidance just now.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw the cabinet next to him opened a small crack.

What can be seen in the glass cabinet door... are piles of puppets placed in various directions.

"Okay, it's your home now."

Sol turned his head slightly to prevent himself from looking directly into the eyes of the puppet on the ground, and leaned over to pick up the puppet.

When his fingertips touched the rough and cool surface of the puppet...

"Crash..."

A voice that only Thor could hear sounded, and the hard-cover book flew in front of Thor. The pages turned quickly, and finally settled on a new blank page.

[New moon calendar year 314, May 5th,

You are left by Mark to clean the lab.

This is really not a good life.

You've been bitten in the foot by a naughty puppet and are about to throw it back where it belongs.

You open the cabinet door, hold the puppet's head, and carefully put it in.

Your head was lifted and put down carefully.

You lay on your companion's body and watched the glass cabinet door close. Sol outside the door hummed a beautiful song and ran away happily. 】