Diary of a Dead Wizard

What I fear most is that the air will suddenly become quiet for a long time.

Seeing that Kongsha remained silent, Sol was a little anxious. His eyes were still covered with gauze.

"It seems that my worries are unnecessary, then..." Kong Sha suddenly did not dare to give Sol any advice. She changed to a euphemistic way of saying, "If you are interested in a plan to strengthen your mental power, I can bring you some advice." You go somewhere. You're bound to find the right locator there."

"Locator..." Although Sol already has a diary, he has not yet had a clue to turn the diary into his own locator.

It would also be good if other locator solutions could be used as a reference, and he could expand his ideas.

"Senior Kong Sha, the locator is not that easy to find, right? Is the place you mentioned particularly dangerous?"

"Yes! But powerful locators can only appear in dangerous places. Thor, you are indeed... very good now, but if you want to continue on the path of a wizard, you cannot be satisfied with your current achievements. Sometimes, you just want to Stop and rest, and when you start again you will find that you will never catch up.”

The eyeballs in Kongsha's head retracted one by one, as if she felt her dejected mood.

"Is this Kong Sha's real experience?" Sol thought, "Sorry, I still need to think about it."

Although he was moved, Sol did not agree immediately.

Kong Sha's shoulders sank slightly, "I can give you the locator plan first. Even if you don't use this plan, you can sell it to others at a high price. For second-level apprentices, the locator has always been the rarest thing. "

The job in the second warehouse was indeed very exciting, and before Sol's butt was even hot, he was already being targeted by so many people.

Now what Ferguson apparently wants is a candle, while Kongsha wants Elf Whisper No. 117.

The first thing, Thor once heard from Kujin, was something that seemed useless but was actually very valuable. If Thor takes this thing out, the handle will fall into their hands, and Kujin and the others will use it to blackmail him.

The second item was an elf item that Senior Byron had warned Thor not to touch if he was below level three.

In fact, Thor is very strange. Although their witchcraft texts include the Elvish language, why are Elf-related items taboo?

However, Thor was too weak at the time and had no energy or qualifications to explore the reasons.

This time he had a chance to find out. But before he was sure, he would never bring elf-related things with him like Kongsha and Sid did.

Thor was really curious about the elf doll that could make wizard apprentices dare not use their mental power just by holding it in their hands.

Isn't this a proper killing weapon against wizards?

"Let's do this, Senior Kong Sha. Within ten days, if I am ready, I will go to the dormitory to find you at the previously agreed time."

Sol did not send Kong Sha away. If he did not want to cooperate, he would not set the time for such a long time. Instead, he told the other party to give up as soon as possible and not to have any hope.

At five minutes past three, Sol finally returned to the second warehouse.

He first went to check the summons pen and found that there were no tasks today.

Then he turned around and walked through the corpses, came to the wall, and confirmed the number of candles lit.

91.

This number was a bit dangerous, so Sol quickly increased it to more than one hundred.

He held the lamplighter and waited for a while, but none of the candles suddenly went out.

Thor nodded with satisfaction, "No wonder Ku Jin said that the second warehouse is the safest place. This task is easy to complete!"

Sol, who was working hard to light the lamp in the next second, put away the electric lamp in his hand, moved a large box, and moved it under an unlit candle.

Holding a beaker in his left hand and a knife in his right hand, he climbed onto the box.

Standing on the box, Sol's eyes were as high as the candle lamp.

He cut a small piece of candle directly with a knife and threw it into the beaker that was placed under the candlestick.

Thor squatted down and put the knife and beaker at his feet, stood up again, took out the lamplighter and tried to light the candle.

There was no accident. The candle was lit, but it was shorter than the candles in other candlesticks.

Thor turned back and looked around the entire warehouse. All the candles in the warehouse are of the same height.

Only the candle he had cut off was shorter.

"The candles in the wizard's tower are always bright and never go out, and the candles inside are never replaced. Why are the heights the same? It's as if a machine has accurately measured them."

Thor jumped off the box, picked up the beaker and dagger and returned to the long table.

"I used to think that a certain servant or apprentice would be responsible for changing the candles. But in the second warehouse, only me and the tower master can enter and exit freely, and no one else can enter, so this should still be the effect of witchcraft."

Thinking of this, Thor suddenly put down the beaker, held up the short knife and ran back to the big box.

He pushed the large box under a damaged lampstand without a candle on it. Climb up again and use your short knife to pry the candlestick off the wall.

The base of the candlestick was firmly fixed to the wall by six long iron nails. Even with the strength of Sol's arms, it took a lot of effort to pull out a candlestick.

The iron nail that broke away from the wall fell out of the candlestick base under the action of inertia, and fell to the ground with a tinkling sound.

Thor transferred both the knife and the candlestick to his left hand, pressed his right hand on the wall, and leaned forward to explore the hole exposed under the candlestick.

On the wall under the base, there is a small hole about one centimeter in diameter. It is dark inside and no details can be seen.

Thor gently moved the fingertips of his right hand near the hole.

"Light spell."

A warm ball of witchcraft light slightly illuminated the inside of the hole.

The hole was neither a rough earth wall nor a smooth metal pipe, but something that looked wrinkled and fleshy—a bit like blood vessels or intestines.

At the bottom of the blood vessels, there is a thin layer of dried white substance.

Thor immediately turned his head and looked at his left hand.

There was also a thin, dried white substance on the bottom of the damaged candlestick he was holding.

"Could these two things be the same substance?" Out of curiosity, Thor tried to use the short knife in his hand to dig out some white substance from inside the pipe.

However, the blade of the short knife is not narrow enough, and the layer of white substance is relatively deep in the pipe. It cannot be reached unless the wall is destroyed.

Saul originally wanted to run back and change a steel needle or tweezers, but before doing so, he suddenly asked to himself: "Will it be dangerous if I touch it?"

The diary is unresponsive.

So Thor answered himself: "There shouldn't be any danger. After all, candles are scattered all over the wizard tower. The rule book only says that candles cannot be extinguished, but it does not mention that candles cannot be touched. In my job, I often need to come into contact with candles, and there are also You might hit a candle. Since it’s not mentioned in the rules, the candle itself should be harmless.”

Thinking of this, Thor directly inserted the fingertips of his right hand into the pipe - the diary did not move - and gently dug out a little white substance.

But when he moved his index finger, he suddenly felt that the pipe seemed to move.

It was as if someone had suddenly scratched the flesh, and it shrank slightly.

The tremor was so slight that Thor even wondered if he had seen it wrong.

He put his hand in and dug again, but there was no movement.

He was as gentle as scratching an itch, hanging on the inner wall of the pipe strand by strand.

Suddenly, the pipe really moved again.

The tremor this time was still very slight, but Thor, who was mentally prepared, could see clearly this time.

That pipe is alive!

It’s so itchy!

Sol pressed the cut candlestick back with a complex expression. Of course, he also got some of the white substance in the candlestick, but he didn't dare to mess with the "blood vessel."

Afterwards, he returned to the long table holding two substances.

Now, the messy long table was pushed out of a small open space by Saul. Placed separately were a small candle, the white substance dug out of the pipe, and the white substance left in the candlestick.

Sol took out a little bit of each of these substances and conducted various basic characteristic testing experiments.

After several rounds of experiments, the three substances behaved exactly the same, and it was basically certain that they were the same substance, which was the candle itself.

"The candles in the candlesticks are transported through pipes. Therefore, the candles here do not need maintenance and will never burn out."

"The candles in the warehouse are the same as those outside. In addition to extinguishing, the candle itself will not become shorter. Therefore, there should also be a living pipe under the candlesticks in other places."

Thinking of this, Sol suddenly felt a little creepy.

He raised his head and looked around, "Are we actually living in the body of some kind of creature?"

A variety of materials are displayed in the cold warehouse, including the limbs of various creatures. Even if those ports are neat and smooth, it doesn't make them suffer any less when they die.

All the cruelty, blood, and darkness are hidden under neatly cut stone slabs...

"Is the Wizard Tower a kind of synthetic creature? There are countless creatures sealed here?"

Countless creatures have countless resentments, so the wizard tower can never fall into darkness.

Because darkness will awaken latent fears!

The number of words in each chapter has been very high recently, so I have 5000 members now, not 4000 members.

Evolved~