Diary of a Dead Wizard

"Soul, independent existence? Isn't that a ghost?" The various visions he saw in the wizard's tower flashed through Thor's mind.

"Of course it's not that form! It's a complete, independent, conscious spirit body, not a mutilated body that can go crazy at any time and be contaminated by the unknown." Winnie was a little excited as she said it, but she looked at the red candle , his head gradually tilted again.

"They argued for a long time, and no one could convince the other. So Gorsa took Yula away. Ha, the Principality of Kema immediately announced that the two were married."

"What concept do the Tower Master and Mrs. Yula support?"

Winnie did not answer immediately. One-third of the red candle had been burned, and the white fireworks were unusually stable.

"They really became a couple later, but one day, Yula woke up and found herself fixed in a dark laboratory. Golza cut open her skull with his own hands and peeled off her skin to make A pink bandage.”

Having said this, Winnie slowly stood up, and she turned to look at Sol.

Thor vaguely saw a sad smile in the black silhouette.

"Golza hid the skull and then used resentment, grief and fear to wrap himself in a pink bandage. This way, he could hold on a little longer."

Winnie suddenly stretched out her hand and pressed it on the white candle flame, and the candle flame was actually extinguished by her.

"It smells very pleasant, but it can only give you temporary peace." Winnie retracted her hand, and her flat head suddenly turned ninety degrees to look at Thor, "You said, if one day, Mrs. Yula's skull and skin are not good, If it’s used, what should Golsa do?”

Thor didn't answer.

"Hehehehe..." Winnie smiled nervously, her figure gradually became lighter and disappeared from Sol's eyes.

Thor stood there silently for nearly ten minutes before squinting his eyes to check his surroundings.

The red candle went out, and the corpses returned to their original positions at some point.

Winnie's shadow completely disappeared, and she must have returned to Gorsa.

Although Winnie is controlled by Gorsa, she is not completely free.

Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to come here today to talk about the past.

It’s just that the authenticity of these words and the intention of speaking are not yet known.

Sol picked up the red candle on the table and said, "Winnie is actually Mrs. Yora, but she doesn't want to admit it."

Putting the red candle into his arms, he checked the four wounds on his arm. Unfortunately, none of them had healed.

The eyes can return to normal, I'm afraid there are other factors.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Saul went to Kujin's dormitory.

Ku Jin is indeed waiting here.

"Senior Kujin, please help me tell Ferguson that at 2:55, prepare enough magic crystals and wait for me at the outermost metal gate on the first floor of the East Tower. If he is late, I will treat him as giving up on the transaction. "

Ku Jin was stunned for a moment, but before he could nod, Saul turned around and left, leaving no room for negotiation.

Kujin stared at Sol's back with awe for a long time before turning around and heading elsewhere.

Afterwards, Thor went to Mentor Kaz's laboratory.

Angela, who was still working there, jumped up from her chair in fright when she saw Sol.

"I, I brought food today."

Sol nodded and smiled, "Thank you, I'm not hungry."

He walked into the cabinets in the laboratory, opened one of the doors, reached out and took out a puppet, and then returned to Angela.

"Rent a doll."

Angela couldn't help but take a half step back, "Okay, okay."

Pay in one hand and deliver in one hand.

After getting the doll, Sol wandered outside for a while.

First I went to see Wright, and then I met Byron.

Finally, I went back to the dormitory, but unfortunately Keli hadn't come back yet.

I wonder if she will be surprised when she comes back to see him?

Saul hesitated for a while, then finally got it right and returned to the outside of the second warehouse at 2:55 in the afternoon.

Ferguson had already arrived.

I don't know how long he had been waiting, but he looked restless.

"Why did you come back?" Ferguson reluctantly put away the irritation on his face when he saw Saul.

Sol didn't talk nonsense to him, "What do you want, senior?"

"..." Seeing that Sol was about to start trading as soon as he came up, Ferguson hesitated.

"Senior, do you regret it? I don't have any objection to terminating the transaction now."

"It's your first time anyway, so I won't make it difficult for you. I need a candle in the warehouse, not a small section, but a complete candle on the candlestick. This thing has no number, and there are a lot of it in the warehouse. I don't think you can You don’t even dare to take this thing, right?”

Sol crossed his arms and thought for a moment, "It's such a simple thing, why don't you just grab one in the corridor?"

"The candles in the corridor are completely different from those in the warehouse." Ferguson lowered his voice. "The candles in the corridor are checked every day, but only you know about the candles in the warehouse."

Sol didn't really want to get to the bottom of things with Ferguson, "500 magic crystals."

"Impossible." Ferguson lowered his head and looked down at Thor, with arcs of electricity flashing in his eyes. "It's just a candle. The most I can give you is 200 magic crystals."

"500 magic crystals." Thor extended his hand, "Or say goodbye?"

Ferguson's cheek twitched twice, but he still took out a bag of magic crystals and a potion from his arms.

"I didn't bring that much. This bottle of hallucination agent is worth at least 150 magic crystals."

Thor took the money bag, opened it unceremoniously, and scanned it with his mental power.

The magic power emitted from the bag was very pure, almost four hundred. With the hallucination agent included, it was indeed more than five hundred.

Ferguson is giving it so happily now, probably thinking that he can blackmail him to get it back in the future.

Sol put the things away with satisfaction, "Senior, wait for me here."

He went deep into the second warehouse, walked around the corpses that had returned to their places, and counted more than a hundred candlesticks on the wall before he took the time to go out.

When Thor pushed open the door on the right side of the metal door again, Ferguson was standing with his eyes closed outside. Arcs of lightning flashed across his body from time to time, giving him a full sense of oppression from a third-class wizard apprentice.

But after seeing powerful third-level apprentices such as Byron, Bill and even Herman, Saul always felt that Ferguson was much worse in some aspects.

Saul stepped forward and handed the box in his hand to Ferguson.

Ferguson sensed someone coming out, opened his eyes immediately, and saw the box in front of him.

He took the box and used his magic and mental power to explore it in turn, but found nothing unusual inside the box.

So he carefully opened a corner and said, "Why is it red?"

"Disguise."

Ferguson had a bad feeling in his heart, "I want to check on the spot."

"Check?" Sol's heart tightened, but his face looked impatient, "Here?"

"The darkness here makes it impossible to escape, so it is safest to inspect goods here."

Ferguson said, pulling out a mini lamplighter and reaching into the box.

"Hey!"

The red candle instantly lit up with a white candle flame.

He stared at the candle closely, and after confirming that the white flame was correct, the stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

"You are honest." After receiving the stolen goods, Ferguson's serious expression finally showed a smile.

However, just when he raised his eyes and wanted to teach this greedy second-level newcomer a lesson, countless faces suddenly appeared in front of him.

Ferguson's palms trembled and he almost threw the box in his hand to the ground.

Beside him, there were countless corpses with pale faces and eyes closed!

"Group of corpses!!!"

Herman, who had been working privately with Kukin, naturally knew what these corpses were.

That is one of the taboos of the second warehouse!

Every corpse that can be displayed in the warehouse has a designated number. Everyone was a powerful apprentice or even a formal wizard during his lifetime!

Each one is a taboo among taboos!

Ferguson didn't even dare to breathe for a moment. He could only roll his eyes desperately, trying to find a way out among these "people".

His rapidly turning eyes suddenly stopped at one point.

There, Saul stood in the center of the corpses, the only one staring at Ferguson with his eyes open.

Thanks for the reward, boss! ! !

I really like reading the analysis of readers. I will take notes carefully. (laugh~)