Diary of a Dead Wizard

Thor had a dream.

When he opened his eyes, he suddenly turned over, stretched his head out of the bed, and retched several times.

Because he hadn't eaten properly for a long time, he only vomited a little sour water.

On the contrary, my throat started to hurt.

He casually wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, but forgot that his hand had turned into white bones.

Now my mouth and throat hurt together.

He sat up from the bed and was surprised to find that all the fatigue and headache from last night had disappeared.

"Is sleeping so easy? Then was it wrong that I always used meditation instead of sleeping?"

Sol got up energetically and tidied up his personal hygiene.

"Thinking about what to do today?"

Go see Instructor Kaz first? Or go to the registration room first to change the name tag of the second-level apprentice?

Or ask Senior Byron to share the reward for this mission.

During this outing, Sol gained a lot and also added more questions.

But things can only be done little by little.

Finally, he decided to go to Nick to check his body first.

After all, there may be a spirit attached to him, and this matter needs to be resolved as soon as possible.

Otherwise it would be inconvenient for him to do many things.

However, when Thor went to the twelfth floor of the west tower to find Nick, he found that there were several second-level apprentices gathered here.

Second-level apprentices don't like to join in the fun as much as first-level apprentices, so this is a very rare scene.

Sol couldn't help but walked over.

There were not many onlookers, and even the short Sol found an opening easily.

When Thor saw the scene inside, he frowned slightly.

Dead people.

He's a servant, he shouldn't be more than fifteen years old.

One leg with only a skeleton standing firmly on the ground, the other leg was forcibly twisted to an upward angle, and his hands were also raised diagonally upward.

A flower bloomed on the head.

Flesh and blood are used as petals, and bones are used as stamens.

The arms and one leg are used as leaves, and one limb is left as a flower stem.

Thor pursed his lips with difficulty.

He was a little disgusted.

It wasn't because of the weird appearance of this corpse - he had seen many more horrific things than this in the morgue.

But because he knew this corpse.

Last night, it was he who trimmed this young servant into this look bit by bit.

He also remembered how he chewed the extra bones and flesh bit by bit and then swallowed them.

"Thor." Someone suddenly called him.

When Thor turned around, it was Nick he was looking for.

At this time, Nick also saw the deceased in the crowd, and his brows twitched slightly.

"Dead man's flower."

"what?"

"Also called bone core, it is a ritual performed by an extinct species to sacrifice the dead. I didn't expect it to appear again in the wizard's tower."

At this time, someone next to me answered, "This is not the first time."

The speaker crossed his arms, his face full of disgust.

"Sari? Have you recovered?" Nick obviously knew him.

"I'm just living, how can I die?" Sari said very rudely.

But Nick was not angry and introduced Sol to him.

"Thor, recently promoted to Level 2."

Sol, who temporarily suppressed his nausea, nodded to Sarri.

But Sarri just glanced at Sol, not even willing to show off.

"Are you saying that this kind of thing has happened before?" Thor didn't care about the other party's attitude. He was more curious about the dead flower.

Sari looked over coldly, and was about to say something when Nick interrupted him.

"You'd better be nice to Thor."

Sari looked at Nick in surprise. Seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, he answered Sol awkwardly.

"This is the fourth time in the past half month." His tone was already bad, but now it was even more stiff. "The manager had previously issued a task to the second-level apprentice. Now it seems that we have to solve this matter. , I’m afraid we need a third-level apprentice to take action.”

Seemingly feeling itchy, Sari raised his hand and scratched his cheek.

He was so hard that his sharp nails pierced the skin in one go, and a few drops of blood seeped out from the wound and soaked into his nails.

But both Sarri and Nick looked like they were used to it.

"Are you satisfied?" Sari put down his hand and looked at Sol, this time his eyes were a little more probing.

Sol was not polite and continued to ask: "Who do you think did it?"

Perhaps because Sol's attitude was too natural, Sarri subconsciously replied: "Maybe it's some struggling second-level guy who has no hope of promotion."

After saying that, Sari turned away and left without giving Saul a chance to continue asking.

Nick was watching the excitement and was happy, and then he said to Saul: "Are you moving or coming to find me?"

"I want you to help me check if there is any spirit attached to me."

Nick agreed immediately, "No problem, let's go to the laboratory."

Sitting on the induction chair in the laboratory again, Sol felt very complicated.

"Just checking to see if there are any spirits. Don't turn up the power so much."

"no problem."

Nick was immersed in inserting a wire needle into Sol's body, but stopped when he inserted it into his arm.

"Is your hand like this?"

Thor looked at his skeletal hands and found that he really couldn't do the needle.

"Wait until I solve my own problems first."

Nick tried to insert the needle into the bone seam, and when he failed, he threw the wires on the ground helplessly.

"Forget it, it's not much less than these, then shall I start?"

Maybe Nick didn't turn on the power so much after being warned, or maybe Sol was 14 years old and his willpower was stronger than before.

In short, this time he was not so comfortable that he lost consciousness, and he even had time to recall his dream last night.

In his dream last night, he walked for a long time in the ice and snow.

I finally found a small house with candlelight shining through the window.

It must be very warm here!

That's what Sol thought at the time.

Although he was cold and hungry, he restrained himself and knocked on the door in a polite rhythm.

There was someone in the room, he was sure, but they refused to let him in.

Thor was angry.

He thinks that even if you don't want to give him food, it's better to let him go in to avoid the wind and snow.

How can people be so selfish?

So he knocked harder on the door.

A chuckle echoed through the room, seeming to laugh at the poor beggar he was.

Thor became even more angry.

He slammed the door of the room and vowed to show the color of the people inside.

Finally, with his continuous efforts, the door lock became loose. He kicked the door open, and what he saw was a sumptuous meal.

Sol couldn't help but pounced on him no longer.

He didn't want to take revenge anymore, he just wanted to eat up all these delicious foods.

But just after he took his mouth, the stagnant and difficult-to-gnaw piece of meat mixed with the strong smell of blood suddenly awakened Thor's consciousness.

Finally realized that I was dreaming.

But in this dream, he was completely unable to control his actions. He couldn't even move his eyes or observe his surroundings.

He kept his eyes on the bloody boy in front of him.

My stomach is burning with hunger, and my tongue is screaming, it's not enough! not enough!

In this way, Thor watched himself brutally murder the boy while remaining conscious.

After enjoying the feast, he folded an artificial flower with his own hands and left it in the room as a reward for the host's warm hospitality.

"Gan!"

Thor opened his eyes suddenly, the feeling of nausea completely overpowering the relief.

Nick on the opposite side put down the operating panel in a daze, "Why do you look so bad? Did I reverse the parameters?"

Thor took a deep breath and removed himself from the memories.

"No," Thor didn't want to answer this question, "Have you checked to see if there is any spirit body in me?"

Nick could feel Sol's irritable mood, but since the other party didn't want to talk about it, he didn't mention it either.

"No, except for the little guy on the back of your neck, there are no other emotions. If you feel that you are being haunted by a spirit, it may just be some lingering thoughts that will disappear in two days."

Nick came over and helped Sol untie himself.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." Nick hesitated and asked the question he had been holding back all night, "Tower Master, he is really yours..."

"Don't talk about this."

"I understand." Nick immediately stopped his curiosity, but he still reminded Sol, "It's just that I was not the only one on the boat that day. This matter will most likely be spread."

Thor shook his wrist. The electric shock just now stimulated the anti-electric field engraved on his bones, and now the seams of the bones were a little sore.

"It doesn't matter," he said.

Anyway, it was the tower owner who took the initiative to make it clear in front of others, and Thor didn't care whether this secret would be leaked.

Suddenly, a black tentacle as thick as an arm stretched out from the back of Thor's neck and dropped to the ground.

A shark's mouth split open at the tip of the tentacle, a black tongue protruded from it, and it lay paralyzed on the ground.

His mouth was still gasping for breath.

Nick: "It... the reflex arc is so long."

Sol: "..."

Visiting relatives today, maybe... I set off firecrackers last night, and the smell of the New Year is getting stronger and stronger.