Diary of a Dead Wizard

Dear brother:

To my ill-tempered and pitiful brother,

The last time I left in a hurry was out of necessity.

I have seen that fate surrounds you, and shadows hang over your head like dark clouds. You know that your brother's fate is bumpy and full of dangers.

After a challenge, it may not necessarily be an opportunity, but may also be a heavier misfortune. If one day you have nowhere to go, you can come to the Borderlands to find your brother. Although I may not be here, the door to my home is always open for you! Before that, please feel free to enjoy the death feast I prepared for you~

My beloved brother,

Kismet

Saul quickly read the letter. It was indeed the guy with the pseudonym Victor, and he was as ignorant between the lines as he himself was.

In the signature at the bottom of the letter, the words Kismet were written thickly and large, as if to vent his dissatisfaction that Kira didn't listen to him last time.

After reading the letter, Thor immediately closed his eyes to check his status, meditated briefly, and then deduced the previous memory to make sure that his consciousness was not affected.

"This letter at least confirms that Victor is indeed Kismet. As for the crisis he mentioned...if it is really like a dark cloud, it may not be directed at me."

Thor looked up and saw the ceiling of the warehouse above his head.

"If his brain is not completely broken, is it too exaggerated to describe the crisis against me with dark clouds? Will the situation in the Wizard Tower change?"

I don't know why he even thought of a way out for Thor. But what I was thinking about was the Borderlands, a place that formal wizards would find terrifying.

If Kismet didn't seem to have something to do with the golden pages in the diary, Thor really didn't want to continue dealing with him.

He threw the letter on the table, thinking about the possible hidden information in the letter, and was suddenly stunned, "Wait a minute, did he use an honorific for me in a certain sentence just now?"

But when Sol lowered his head to confirm again, he found that the letter was missing.

"Did you take the initiative to destroy the record?" Sol felt a little uneasy because of the sudden disappearance of the letter. "The most important thing now is to solve the physical problem as soon as possible. I am still too weak now."

Although there was no evidence, Saul informed Golza through the subpoena pen that night that Kismet had used others to deliver the letter.

After all, Kismet is a second-level person, and he seems to have some kind of malice towards Thor. He will not bear the threat of such a suspected provocation by himself.

Reporting the difficult problems to the superior department, Saul once again immersed himself in research and experiments on the transformation of the witch body.

At the same time, at the border between the Principality of Kema and its hostile neighbor, the Principality of Kernas.

In a desert with no human habitation for several kilometers.

Kismet was standing among dozens of corpses, listening to something.

He held a white harp in his arms, and the fingers of his right hand carelessly played the strings.

The sound of the piano is sweet, swaying like water waves under the night sky.

At Kismet's feet, there was a man prostrate on the ground, his shoulders trembling.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano stopped, and Kismet smiled, "Ah, Master, I have my feelings."

He lowered his head with satisfaction and looked at the would-be knight who wanted to lick the toes of his shoes.

"When will Kernas prepare to go to war with Kerma?"

The would-be knight's trembling shoulders suddenly stopped, and he raised his head, his face changing from fear to confusion to surprise in an instant.

"Sir?" The would-be knight first shouted uncontrollably, and then immediately looked around with vigilance. He seemed to have not seen so many corpses around him.

"Sir, the three-party subversion agreement has been signed. The war will begin as soon as the Prince of Aruba advances to the second level."

"Oh~ Sanfang? It seems that either Baidong College or Lu Di Xingzhou got involved." Kismet nodded, and lightly tapped the quasi-knight's helmet with a zither, "This is no different from not saying anything, I I don’t know when Aruba will advance.”

The would-be knight was a little confused, but he didn't dare to avoid it at all. He just quickly added what he had said inappropriately.

"According to the prince of Aruba, he is sure that he will be able to advance within two years."

Kismet said disdainfully: "They have been brewing for so long, are they just waiting for a new second level? Kema does not only have one second level. Who can he defeat when the war starts? The war goddess Kira, or the wizard Tagorsa?”

The would-be knight approached Kismet and lowered his voice, "I heard that when the war actually starts, the man from the Wizard Tower will not show up."

Only then was Kismet satisfied, "That's right. This way, the strength of both sides can be balanced, and the war can be exciting. It seems that the foundation of the Wizard Tower has begun to shake, and another ugly conspiracy will be staged."

Speaking of wars and conspiracies, Kismet comes to life.

But as he thought about it, he began to count on his fingers, "One year, two years... Sol may not be able to reach the third level. The time is still a bit short. A second-level apprentice is not even qualified to be cannon fodder."

While Kismet was thinking, the earth suddenly trembled slightly.

A small hillside suddenly cracked, and a huge sand scorpion emerged from it.

The poisonous scorpion didn't know how long it had been underground, and it was still wrapped around many roots of plants.

The would-be knight who was kneeling on the ground turned around and saw the five-meter-long scorpion. He screamed in fright and collapsed on the ground.

But he quickly remembered that Kismet was still standing behind him, and he suddenly had the courage to come out of nowhere. He picked up the sword that fell on the ground, blocked it in front of Kismet, and shouted : "Sir, it's the Sand Scorpion. I'm blocking him. You leave quickly."

Kismet looked at the poisonous scorpion and raised his chin towards the prospective knight, "Then please be loyal to me."

The would-be knight was stunned for a moment, then a gust of sinister wind hit him, and the huge scorpion pincers had already been smashed down.

The would-be knight himself was not very strong. He escaped from the scorpion's pincers but not its tail. He died soon after being stung.

The poisonous scorpion soon sets its sights on another prey.

Unexpectedly, Kismet calmly stepped over the swollen and shiny quasi-knight, and approached the sand scorpion. He seemed to inadvertently let out a musical scale, and saw a gust of breeze blowing, and the roots and soil on the scorpion's body Just disappeared completely.

The poisonous scorpion remained motionless throughout the whole process, staring at Kismet.

But after cleaning the scorpion, the latter jumped onto the scorpion's back and found a flat place to sit down.

The scorpion, which suddenly had an additional owner, shook its head and tail, as if it had just woken up from some hazy consciousness.

Kismet patted Venomous Scorpion on the back, "Let's go to Kenas to find Aruba and buy our little Sol a few more years."

One person and one scorpion gradually disappeared at the end of the dark wilderness.

……

Five days after reuniting with Keli, Thor finally completed a dose of flesh-and-blood witch body transformation reagent.

He raised the test tube in his hand and stared at the magnificent red color. He couldn't help but sigh: "It's really not easy. After spending so many materials, I finally succeeded in making a bottle. Even if it is just the official wizard potion of the wizard family, It’s also much more complicated than I thought.”

Obviously the process and external conditions are the same, but the previous medicine failed to achieve the expected effect. If Thor takes it, he will turn into various monsters and die.

After making more than a dozen failed potions, Thor was able to multi-purpose. He adjusted the medicine with his left hand, while calculating the amount of neutralizer, and preparing the catalyst and neutralizing solution.

But the busiest thing is actually the diary. One book can do the work of three people.

Finally, today, Thor completed the refining of the last important potion material of the new transformation plan.

Standing among the scratch paper, Thor carefully placed the red potion on the test tube rack.

"Although there is only one copy, other influencing factors have been eliminated so far. As long as my hands don't shake..."

Thor shook his two pairs of bone-white hands, and the joints made a crisp sound.

"Maybe you won't have to hear this grinding sound tomorrow!"