Diary of a Dead Wizard

If you are venturing out alone, you must carry all the important things with you. What is the use of bringing unimportant things into the manor?

The old apprentice waited outside the manor for an unknown length of time and asked his students to hide and observe the outside of the manor.

I'm afraid I just want to find some more companions to enter together.

Now Saul has a general understanding of the situation in the manor. He didn't want to be like Krone, waiting nervously, wondering if there would be other people visiting.

Krone was a bit embarrassed.

After he agreed to the wealthy businessman's request, he saw the wealthy businessman continue to ask for help from others.

Crown was a little unhappy on the surface, but actually he hoped to have more companions to take risks together.

Although the Bloodthorn family is now in decline, its former reputation and prestige were enough to make him, a wandering apprentice, fearful.

Therefore, after Krone took the lead to arrive outside the manor, he did not rush in. Instead, he waited silently in the dark, hoping to find a few reliable companions.

But he didn't expect that Sol, the first person to come here, would walk in by mistake. However, the opponent's reaction ability and rapid spell casting ability made Kerang's eyes shine.

That's why he took the initiative to share the information about the manor and wanted to seek an opportunity for cooperation, but he didn't expect this little guy to be so impatient.

Now Krona was even more certain that the other party came from the Wizard Tower, and only someone from a large wizarding force would be so arrogant.

With this partner, we no longer want those small fish and shrimps outside.

"Okay, let's go in now."

Crown simply tidied up, and followed Thor towards the gate of the manor with the little apprentice who was obviously nervous.

However, Thor looked up and looked at the gate that was higher than the wall. He turned to Crown and said, "There is no need to enter the manor and then separate. I plan to climb over the wall over there and have a look."

Thinking that places outside the main building shouldn't be too dangerous, Crown nodded in agreement. "Okay, we'll meet in front of the castle in an hour."

Thor nodded and bid farewell to Krona and the two for the time being.

He walked half a circle around the manor wall, keeping his gaze on the rooftops that were exposed above the wall.

When he came to a place where a small section of the wall collapsed at the top, he heard strange noises again.

This time he heard it more clearly, like some kind of string music.

Like a lonely person, playing the strings carelessly.

"right here."

Sol held the scroll in his left hand and immediately turned over the gap in the wall.

As soon as he landed, he lightly stamped his feet to make sure that there was soft earth and dense weeds under his feet.

At this time, several pleasant strings sounded behind him, accompanied by a sad melody.

Thor frowned and turned his head, looking up at the man standing at the top of the wall.

"Victor, what are you playing at this time? Why don't you come down quickly?"

A young man with silver hair, holding a harp, was standing on the top of the wall, looking into the distance.

The wind messed up his thin hair.

There was a touch of melancholy on the young man's face, and his heart seemed to be full of melancholy.

"The former wizard family has declined like this." Before he finished speaking, he plucked the strings, and the low and sweet voice seemed to echo his sigh.

"If this world has a main theme, it must be melancholy." The young man's blue eyes were filled with water.

Veins popped up on Thor's forehead, and his clenched fists were shaking. The scroll in his hand made an overwhelming sound, as if it was about to explode in the next second.

"Victor! We are here to steal things, not to let you perform an opera here. If you don't come down, I will beat you."

Victor still looked sad, but finally listened to Sol's words, jumped down from the wall, and landed lightly next to Sol.

"Thor, does anyone talk to my brother like this?"

Thor was in a trance and seemed a little confused, but when he saw Victor about to lift the strings again, anger occupied his mind again.

"If you sing again, I'll throw away your broken piano!"

Victor pursed his lips in embarrassment and hugged his small log harp, which was less than half a meter high, tightly to his chest.

Seeing his brother acting like this again, Thor waved his hands helplessly.

"Okay, let's go first..." Saul stayed in place, "I forgot where I was going because you interrupted me."

Victor held Qin and raised his chin.

"Garden, you said you wanted to visit the garden."

"Yes." Thor patted his forehead, wondering why he suddenly forgot just now, "That garden is very much like the center of the magic circle. When it passes, be careful not to run around. If you encounter any danger... don't Cause me trouble."

"Although I am not as talented as you, brother, I have been promoted to Level 2 for many years!"

Thor said helplessly: "Don't I believe in your strength? I don't believe in your brain!"

Victor's expression froze, and a hint of disbelief gradually appeared on his face.

"Thor, I have never seen such a fierce brother like you."

Saul was too lazy to argue with Victor. He waved to Victor to follow him, turned and walked towards the garden in the front yard of the manor.

"I just observed that the center of this manor is in this garden. It's strange that this front yard garden is too big."

Victor followed Sol obediently, but his eyes began to lose sight of the road.

"Perhaps the owner of this manor is a romantic gentleman. He likes to stroll among the breeze and dewdrops in the early morning and dusk, and smell the fragrance."

"Maybe he just lacks space to display his so-called works of art. The garden is so big, it is very convenient to kill people and bury corpses." Thor happened to pass by a stone statue, raised his hand and knocked on it. It was solid, and no magic wave was found on it.

"Strange, what does the owner of the manor do with so many human sculptures?" Saul passed another stone statue and looked up at the life-size human sculpture on the stone pier.

"This is art, brother." Victor stood under the sculpture. "Look at the panic expression on the face of this sculpture. It is so lifelike. It really looks like the work of someone."

Thor stared at the sculpture's expression, its wide eyes, open mouth, and twisted jaw.

He couldn't feel the artistic atmosphere, only the weird and terrifying feeling that made his hair stand on end.

"Be careful." Thor lowered his voice involuntarily, "I feel that these stone statues may have been transformed by living people. It's just that it took too long and the magic fluctuations on them have dissipated."

"Really?" Victor imitated Sol and pressed his hand on the sculpture, "I can't feel the breath of life. What a poor man. He is obviously running hard but can't escape the clutches of fate."

Seeing Victor starting to convulse again, Saul rolled his eyes helplessly.

"There are no mechanisms and no traces of witchcraft. Let's go quickly. The treasure shouldn't be here."

They entered the front garden at a quickening pace.

The garden is very large, but it has not been taken care of for a long time. Some of the delicate and famous flowers have withered and withered, but there are clusters of bright wild flowers blooming in the corners of the flower beds.

"The center point should be over there." Sol looked around again, calculated in his mind, and finally pointed to a place in the garden.

Victor followed Sol and looked left and right, with a leisurely attitude and no intention of using his brain at all.

When the two of them came to the location where Saul estimated, they both stopped and looked ahead with frowns.

There is a dilapidated flower bed in front of it. Someone dug a big hole in the center and soil is scattered around. It is the dirtiest place in the garden.

"It's over. Has the baby been poached by others?" Victor asked nervously.

Thor sensed the surroundings and found no danger. He still held the scroll of spiritual armor in his left hand and slowly approached the pit.

Although it has been damaged to a certain extent, it can still be seen from the shape of the pit that a square object was once placed in the pit.

"It seems like a coffin was buried here."