Diary of a Dead Wizard

Although Mentor Rum didn't look very happy, he let Thor go.

However, shortly after Saul left, someone knocked on Rum's door again.

"Mentor." It was Nick's voice.

With permission, Nick came in.

He always had a smile on his face, completely different from his usual expressionless look.

Rum glanced at Nick for a few times and understood the other person's current state, "Has the potion been absorbed almost enough?"

The smile on Nick's face became brighter, "Yes, mentor, I can feel that my emotions are becoming more and more stable now. I don't have to suppress myself all the time like before."

Unexpectedly, Rum sighed, "You stayed at Level 2 for a long time, which makes me always doubt whether this path is really suitable for you."

"This is the path I chose, mentor. Don't worry." Nick's expression suddenly changed as he said this, and he couldn't help but start crying.

Rum was not surprised and knew that this was a necessary hardship for Nick to be promoted.

Except for some talented people, promotion is easy for no one.

In the wizarding world, promotion at every stage is dangerous, but promotion is necessary.

Once you choose to embark on the path of a wizard, you must keep moving forward. Long-term stagnation is also a fatal danger.

Rum's hand gently tapped his belly, causing ripples to appear.

"I heard that the tower master rescued you halfway and took Thor away?"

Nick calmed down a bit and raised his hand to wipe away his tears, "Yes."

He thought for a while and then took the initiative to say: "Byron once said in the Handle Valley that Thor was the student of the Tower Master. Although he later explained that he made it up temporarily to deceive the enemy, I now feel that maybe Byron is telling the truth. of."

Instructor Rum nodded slowly.

He nodded very slightly, because if he nodded, his chin would touch the fat of his neck.

"Perhaps Sol's work in the tower was also arranged by the tower owner himself. It's a pity... He was originally very suitable to major in light."

In this wizard tower, no one can disobey the orders of Tower Master Gortha, not even the high-ranking mentors.

Rum suddenly changed the subject, "Have you been to Mofan Town?"

Nick had already registered and handed in this task in the registration room, but he did not mention that Saul completed the task for him.

He had selfish motives for this task and just wanted to conceal his role in it as much as possible.

But when Rum asked him face to face, Nick was in a state of emotional instability due to promotion. He did not dare to hide it, so he could only evade it and said: "Before I came to Mofan Town, I received the news of my father's death, and asked others to help me complete the task. . Now the Moshengguo there has basically been destroyed due to the invasion of barbarians, and I am afraid that we will no longer be able to pay tribute to the Moshengguo in the future. I have already proposed to the registration office to withdraw the protection of Mofan Town."

"No need to bother." Rum smiled softly, "Mofan Town has completely disappeared."

Nick looked up in astonishment, the surprise on his face completely concealed, and even a little bit of fear.

Rum looked indifferent, "Fortunately, you have already started to get promoted, so you don't need Grinding Sound Guo to help you suppress your emotions."

Nick acted a little strange, he pursed his lips. The muscles at the corners of his mouth were trembling continuously, and his pupils were as narrow as the eyes of needles.

It was as if I had heard some extremely terrifying news.

Rum suddenly reached out his hand and pressed it on Nick's head.

"Don't be so afraid, Nick. You are one of my favorite students. Even if you make a small mistake occasionally, I will not eat you right away."

Nick fell to his knees with a thud and wanted to beg for mercy, but his throat was trembling and he couldn't speak.

Seeing Nick who was so excited, Instructor Rum's head slowly slid down from the top of his body to near his belly, staring at Nick's forehead where beads of sweat began to appear.

"Forget about Mofan Town. You don't have to worry about Sol." Rum gently stroked Nick's head with his hand, and with his movements, strands of brown hair fell to the ground. Then it melts away as if corroded.

"Yes, mentor." Nick looked up at the hair on the ground, tears falling uncontrollably.

"Although this is Gorsa Wizard Tower, I am your mentor after all. If you really don't want to participate, then just continue to do research honestly."

"As a student that I value, your attitude is naturally determined. Don't always try to please both sides."

"Yes, yes, mentor..." Nick's teeth began to chatter, and his voice was choked and unclear.

"Since you are about to be promoted, I will spare you this one time. Go to the room opposite and wait until your mood stabilizes before leaving."

"Yes."

Nick crawled backwards out of the curtained room.

When he left, all his hair had fallen out, revealing a bald head that was not very flat.

Rum strokes his head upward and returns to the top of his body.

"It doesn't matter." As if answering someone's question, "No action at all will make people suspicious. Bill is dead anyway, right? It saves you the trouble of taking action."

"Hehehehe..."

The laughter echoed in the room, blocked by the thick curtains, and not a trace could escape.

……

Sol, who left Rum's room, didn't know the price Nick paid for his little thoughts.

His attention was completely attracted by the conversation of the passing apprentice.

"It is said that the second-level apprentice who took on the Dead Man Flower mission last time gave up on his own initiative."

Two second-level female apprentices stood between the ramps on the twelfth and thirteenth floors, whispering to each other.

Sol, who was pushing the cart, suddenly slowed down.

"Is this task difficult?"

"I think it's not difficult to solve the problem. It's rare to find the person who caused the problem. After Sari took over the mission last time, he stayed there for several days and found nothing unusual. As a result, another servant died early yesterday morning."

Another female apprentice smiled disdainfully, rolled her eyes, and raised the ends of her braids like a cobra.

"Lucy, how about we take over this mission? Since someone has given up on the mission, the reward credits for this mission will definitely increase again."

The apprentice named Lucy was moved when he heard this, "Okay, let's go now, don't let others get there first!"

The two hit it off immediately and quickly disappeared around the turn of the ramp, hand in hand.

Thor, who had been moving in small steps for a long time, finally started to move his legs.

"Sure enough, my second dream also happened in reality."

When passing by the twelfth floor, Thor glanced inside.

The dead flowers that once stood in the corridor have long been cleared away.

"I hope they can solve the problem. I also want to have a good sleep."

There are no public classes for second-level apprentices. Of course, if they really want to listen, they can also take classes for first-level apprentices.

After entering the second level, there will be obvious gaps in each person's knowledge field and level. Forcing them to come together for class will slow down everyone's progress.

Therefore, after being promoted to Level 2, personal study will be mainly self-study, and you can get guidance from a tutor every few days.

Lest the apprentice go further and further down the wrong path and accidentally blow himself up.

First-level apprentices need to test their learning (or work) progress once a month, and for second-level apprentices, it becomes once every six months.

It's just that Sol has just been promoted to the second level, and there is a one-year preparation period before his first test.

For a long time, he didn't have to worry about his own testing.

So, after adapting to the work in the second warehouse, Saul began his new round of research journey.

There are a lot of materials in the second warehouse, and a small part of them are not marked with any serial numbers. The rule book states that these materials Sol can be used, as long as they are not squandered and wasted.

The things in the warehouse can only be used by himself and cannot be taken out of the warehouse to other apprentices.

Therefore, although this job is very tedious and does not have a lot of time to study and research, it still attracts many people.

Although there are no big men guarding the corpse, the three metal doors are not decorations.

There is some connection between them and the communication pen, which can automatically determine which materials are within the scope of the task requirements and which are not.

Once there is material beyond the range on the body, there is no way to push the metal door open.

At least Thor didn't.

After two days of sorting out the materials in the warehouse, Sol received another task from Mentor Kaz.

There are dozens of materials for this mission. Fortunately, Sol's retrieval list is already halfway completed, otherwise it would be difficult to complete the mission on time.

As the cart left the warehouse, Sol met a man halfway.

The man, wearing a thick long cloak like the tower master and a mask on his face, came out of the left corridor.

"He should be the person in charge of the first warehouse." Saul stopped where he was, wondering if he wanted to say hello.

But the other party walked straight past Sol without stopping for a moment.

There was no intention of exchanging pleasantries.

Thor laughed to himself.

After wandering around the outside world and having a few friends around him, he almost forgot that the Wizard Tower was actually a cold place.

However, before Sol's smile dissipated, the person in front suddenly stopped again.

Immediately alert, Sol also stopped, keeping a distance of two meters between the two.

The other party did not turn around, but bowed his head deeply.

As he lowered his head, a crack appeared on the hat on the back of his head.

Under the crack, an ugly woman's face was revealed.

Like the spookiest witch in animation.

"I like your eyes, can you give them to me?" the woman asked in a hoarse voice.

"Sorry," Sol's face turned cold, "I'm still useful."