Diary of a Dead Wizard

A new day, one o'clock in the afternoon.

Senior first-level apprentice Hayden walked into the second corpse room silently.

He glanced at the teleportation platform. The candlelight above was dim.

Still no work today.

This is a good thing.

He has been disposing of bodies for three years.

The job itself was both stomach-churning and nauseatingly boring for him.

But he couldn't do it. If he didn't do this job, he wouldn't know how to pass the monthly test.

There are fewer and fewer first-level apprentices entering the wizard tower with him.

A few were successfully promoted to Level 2, a few died during the test, a few died while studying, and a few persisted in obscurity just like him.

So, despite being extremely tired of the job, Hayden couldn't give it up.

There was no work today, so Hayden walked to the table against the wall and flipped through the book.

But he quickly put the book back.

He has read these books many times, but they cannot help him advance to the second level.

"Actually, if you think about it, it would be good not to be promoted to the second level." Hayden looked at the next door. "There are already second level apprentices responsible for the first step of handling the corpse. If I didn't have this job, I probably wouldn't be able to do it." Like other second-level apprentices, you will have to worry about whether you can pass the test every six months, right?"

Thinking like this, Hayden was no longer in the mood to read.

He walked to the conveyor belt and suddenly wanted to lie down on it and try it.

But just as he put one leg on the teleportation platform, there was a knock on the door.

He was startled and almost held up his hands.

Who will come to this place at this time?

Isn't it the new guy from yesterday?

Hayden raised his chin and wandered to the door.

"Who?"

"I am a second-level apprentice, West Germany."

Hayden's chin and shoulders immediately dropped into place.

He quickly opened the door and saw the impatient blond young man through the crack of the door.

The scarlet door opened a crack, and Hayden quickly got out.

"Senior, are you looking for me?"

What came out together with Hayden was the disgusting stench of the corpse room.

Syd frowned and took two steps back.

When Hayden saw this, he quickly reached back and closed the door.

"I heard that there is a new person taking over the morgue job?"

"Yes, a little boy who bleats."

"How's he doing?"

"This... I haven't seen it yet. It should be okay, right?"

Sid sneered, "How good can a newcomer do? Besides, my junior also wants to do this job."

"Huh?" Hayden raised his head in surprise.

"Can you think of a way to free up this job for him?"

"Make it available?" Hayden retracted his hands in embarrassment, his eyes swaying around, "But the work in the morgue is all assigned by Instructor Kaz."

"When this job becomes available, I will naturally let my juniors fight for it." West De rubbed his fingers, his fingertips were slightly deformed, and fine white powder fell down.

"Then, shall I persuade the newcomer?" Hayden asked tentatively.

"Ha," Hisoka laughed inexplicably, "If you do it to my satisfaction, I will give you a midnight feather."

"Ah!" Hayden straightened up completely, his eyes so wide that he almost fell down, "I, I... I must let that boy..."

suddenly!

"Have you reached the morgue in business?"

A deep voice interrupted their conversation.

Hayden and Syd looked down the corridor at the same time.

"Is he the second-level apprentice in charge of the morgue?" Sid narrowed his eyes, "He came so early? I'm afraid there will be more blood this time."

However, when the person who made the noise walked out of the darkness, the pupils in Sid's narrowed eyes suddenly shrank.

Hayden on the side almost sat on the ground.

"Guide, mentor..."

The person who walked out from the depths of the corridor was not a second-level apprentice, but his mentor Kaz.

West Germany was stared at by Kaz, and his heart trembled, but thinking of Master Kaz's past behavior style, he bit the bullet and said: "Mr. Kaz, we just..."

Kaz raised his hand and interrupted West Germany, "I don't care what you are doing."

West De felt relieved, and he knew that the mentor would not care about the apprentice's affairs.

However, Kaz's next words made West Germany almost sit on the ground.

"Many servants and apprentices have died in the tower recently. You go out and bring back a dozen seedlings from the outside world."

Syd's heart trembled and he tried to change his mind, "Okay, Master Kaz, after I finish the test next month, I will..."

"Next month? This is the month! You leave tomorrow, no, before tonight!"

Kaz stared, he was not tall, and when he looked angry, the other two apprentices suddenly felt that they were pressed into the cracks of the stone by the other's momentum.

"Teacher Kaz," West Germany no longer looked as arrogant and domineering as before, with cold sweat on his face, "I will test next month. If I leave the tower now, I may not be able to come back in time."

Kaz faced West Germany and said unmoved: "You have to understand one thing."

"All servants, maids, and apprentices in the wizard's tower are the property of the tower owner, and you," Kaz's wrinkled index finger pointed at West, "you have caused losses to the tower owner, and you naturally need to compensate."

West Germany opened his mouth, but in the end no word came out.

A drop of sweat slipped from his temples, fell to the ground, and broke into several pieces.

……

Saul learned that Sid had left the tower the next afternoon.

The person who told him was still Instructor Kaz.

"Senior West Germany?" Sol's face looked a little pale.

He pressed his hand on the book he had just copied, his fingertips contracted, and the pale yellow paper was gathered into a wrinkled ball.

"But why...he wanted to harm me?" Thor shook his head in confusion.

"You need to figure it out yourself." Kaz took out a book and threw it on the table.

Sol looked down and saw a thin silk book.

"Corpse Refining Guide".

It was the first time he had seen books made of this kind of cloth material.

"I think you, uh, have a good talent. Take this book and read it. If you don't understand, you can ask me." Kaz glanced at Thor's reaction and turned to leave.

Thor held up the book.

A non-textbook wizarding book costs at least two magic crystals a day, and the value of a guide is much higher than knowledge.

Instructor Kaz was equivalent to giving him a lot of magic crystals.

"Teacher is really interesting." Thor said and chuckled.

He first put the "Corpse" aside, suppressed the smile on his lips, and carefully smoothed out the crumpled book he had just crumpled.

"Hey~"

There was a soft sound, and Sol heard it and passed by.

The candlelight on the teleporter turned bright white.

Thor walked over and pulled the wrench hard.

The black conveyor belt rolled up, and a fresh corpse covered in black leather emerged from under the tassels.

This time the deceased was a stranger and died relatively peacefully.

Thor lifted off the black leather and found that the body was relatively complete.

This was the first time he had dealt with it on his own.

Thor allowed himself to fall into a semi-immersive state of meditation.

Although the picture of the walking monster was made by West Germany who found someone to insert into it and wanted to kill him. But Sol is surprisingly suitable for meditating with this picture.

Besides, the hard-cover book has no words, so you can continue to use it!

Thor touched the tools on the table behind him.

The corpse was shaking slightly, and in a trance, the person lying on the teleportation platform actually looked like West Germany.

Thor closed his eyes and returned to reality.

"Now I have a month, but when West Germany comes back, I'm afraid there will be a more ferocious counterattack."

Although the crisis has not been completely resolved, it has given Thor a chance to breathe.

"Now it seems that as long as I am still useful, I can seek some protection. I still need to make myself more useful."

While working, Thor glanced at the "Corpse Refining Guide" that Kaz gave him.

Suddenly, he stopped what he was doing.

"Is there any connection between the refining of the corpse... and the transformation of the witch body?"