Diary of a Dead Wizard

Thor released his light spell, illuminating the pit.

At first glance, there are only some weeds, roots and stone clods in the pit.

But after careful observation, Thor found some small black crystals in the soil. These crystals looked like stones. If he hadn't observed them carefully, he would have ignored them.

"These are spent magic crystal fragments." Thor picked up a fragment that was no bigger than the tip of his little finger and raised it to show Victor. "It is true that someone used this manor to set up a witchcraft circle, but he The magic circle is arranged underground. Unless we turn over the entire soil, we will not be able to restore the original appearance of the magic circle, and there will be no way to know the specific purpose of the magic circle."

Victor took the fragment in Sol's hand, pinched it gently with his thumb and index finger, and the fragment turned into finer black powder and floated away in the wind.

"This pit is actually not very deep. It is enough to bury an ordinary person, but if it is used for sealing, it is too shallow... I guess this circle should be used for enhancement or temporary storage."

Thor nodded, "I think so too, so the person lying in this pit is likely to be the beneficiary of the magic circle."

"But now the pit is empty." Victor looked at Saul, "Could it be that the people inside came out?"

Thor threw away the other fragment in his hand, stood up, and patted his knees, "Maybe it was useless, or it was dug out and eaten by someone."

Victor stroked his strings worriedly, "We may have one more enemy competing for the treasure."

He stretched out his hand to pull Sol up, but gave up after looking at the dirt on his hand.

"Don't worry, no matter how many enemies there are, my brother will definitely help you grab the treasure and let you successfully advance to level three!"

Sol looked at the other person's hand that he stretched out and then retracted. He sighed helplessly and jumped out of the pit.

However, while patting the soil on his hands, he said casually: "What are you talking about? Does a genius like me need treasures? I'd better let you advance to the third level first. You are almost thirty years old, where else? The sky suddenly became polluted."

The person in front of him didn't respond for a long time. Occasionally he raised his head strangely and found that Victor had covered his mouth with one hand, and a line of clear tears flowed from the corner of his eyes.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Thor looked at Victor and had goosebumps all over his body.

How could he have such a brother?

"Thank you, Thor. But my brother is a mediocre person waiting for death in his destiny, so he should not waste the treasure."

The strong wind that had been raging just now suddenly stopped, and the sky became darker and darker, as if it had passed from dusk to midnight.

Victor looked up at the sky, his expression hidden in drowsiness.

"The heavy rain is going to fall soon. Let's go inside the house and take shelter."

While speaking, Victor gently plucked a string, and the bass was still clear and sweet.

Sol was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said: "Okay, I see there is nothing outside."

The two walked through the garden and came directly to the castle door. Strangely, the door here was opened a small crack.

"It seems that many people have visited this place before us."

Thor turned back and pointed at Victor's harp, indicating to him to keep quiet, then turned and opened the door.

The front hall of the castle was very dark, with some lamp stands, chairs and other furniture scattered on the ground.

There seemed to be windows in the hall, but they were completely blocked by heavy curtains.

Thor looked carefully around and saw no figure or body, nor did he feel like he was being spied on.

Then he gestured to the people behind him and walked into the castle.

Victor almost followed Thor's footsteps that had not yet disappeared.

The next second the two stepped into the hall, the sky suddenly flashed, and when extremely white light passed through the door and the window hidden by the velvet gown, Thor seemed to see a person kneeling with his back to them in the center of the hall. people.

The man wore a suit of armor and seemed to be a warrior.

But when the lightning passed and huge thunder followed, the figure in the front hall disappeared.

"Crash-"

It rained heavily.

Victor jumped forward to avoid flying raindrops.

He touched the harp in his arms with lingering fear, "Almost."

At this time, he found that Thor was still standing in front of him. He walked around curiously and waved his hand in front of Thor, "My unlucky brother, have you been petrified?"

Thor came back to his senses and pushed away Victor's big hand that blocked his sight, "I just saw a person kneeling in front of me."

"Huh?" Victor looked over doubtfully, but saw nothing. However, this did not prevent him from sighing, "Maybe it is a ghost lingering in the castle. There is no way to escape. I beg you to take him to escape from this fate. .”

As he spoke, Victor's fingers touched the strings again.

But then he remembered Thor's warning and suppressed the harp from making any sound.

"Ask me for help?" Saul curled his lips, "I came to steal something, but he found the wrong person."

Thor walked forward carefully and came to the figure he had just seen. He squinted his eyes and looked over again using his semi-immersed meditation.

But there was still nothing on the ground.

"Has he already left, or is he not a spirit?" Thor's expression turned serious, and he was about to turn around and warn Victor to be more cautious.

However, at this time, another huge lightning flashed across.

Even standing inside the house, Thor could see the sky that was as bright as day.

He immediately lowered his head and looked over again, and was shocked to see countless figures kneeling in the front hall!

Even at his feet and where Victor was, there was a person kneeling!

"Horror!" When Thor lowered his head, he happened to meet a face.

The face had no eyes, no nose, no ears, leaving only a mouth wide open, and the scars at the corners of the mouth were twisting and trembling, as if asking for help.

But the next second, with the sound of thunder, all the people kneeling in the hall disappeared.

"Bang!" The door was pushed open violently, and two people jumped in as if they were running away.

"There's something wrong with the rain!" One of the short men was desperately scratching his wet cheeks and neck, and his fingertips were already stained red.

The other figure was taller, and Saul saw that it was an old man with white hair.

The old man recited a spell to clean the rainwater from his body, and then cleaned up the little boy next to him.

And Victor stood not far from the two of them, smiling, as if waiting for when they would find him.

"Who?" The white-haired old man finally spotted Victor a few steps away, grabbed the boy's collar, and withdrew to the other side of the front hall.

Victor didn't make a move, he just walked up behind Saul with a playful expression.

"Who are you?" The old man saw Sol in the middle of the hall, and his eyes became more wary.

"I'm here to take shelter from the rain, too." Sol looked at the old man with the same vigilance.

The little boy was unremarkable. His face was now covered in blood and he was grinning in pain.

That white-haired old man is not ordinary. The wave of magic power he emitted when he cast the spell seemed to be of a wave intensity that only a third-level apprentice could have.

The white-haired old man frowned after hearing Sol's lies, but he did not expose Sol.

His eyes lingered on Sol and Victor several times, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.

"Oh, then it seems we have the same purpose. But you are luckier than us and didn't get caught in the rain."

He seemed relaxed and walked to the window, opened the curtains and looked outside.

"There's something wrong with this rain. It's itchy and painful when it hits me." The white-haired old man put down the curtains, "But it's normal. This is Ralph Manor, not a good place to take shelter from the rain."

"But we've come here. We have to wait for the rain to stop before we can go out." Sol nodded to the old man, "Then please rest here while we go inside."

He stared at Victor opposite with interest, preparing to walk through the front hall and continue deeper into the castle.

The old man was probably a third-level apprentice, and Sol and Victor were both second-level apprentices, so they would easily suffer against the old man.

When the other party saw that Sol was about to leave, he didn't say anything to stop him, and just watched silently.

But the little boy tugged on the old man's sleeve anxiously.

"Teacher, should we let them go in first?"

But the white-haired wizard held him down, "Don't worry, Swann, let them go around first."