Diary of a Dead Wizard

Thor held a head of mucus on his head and continued to climb up with the box in his arms.

Perhaps breaking some illusion, he found that he had successfully reached the sixth floor of the East Tower. On the left side was the rune wall that once made the newcomers dizzy.

Even with Sol's current mental strength, he didn't dare to look further.

He didn't know why the blurry world became clear again, and then he noticed that his forehead was tingling.

Probably because he had just bowed to the wall too hard, his forehead was slightly scratched.

"Injure the enemy 0.1 times and damage yourself , it's worth it."

He thought of something serious again, "I have to go back and take a shower quickly. I don't know if I will get infected."

However, the things in his hand must be given to Senior Sister Kongsha first. Sol did not want to sleep with a dead head in his arms.

Go back through the passage to the west tower and continue up the ramp.

The sixth to ninth floors are the activity areas for first-level apprentices.

It was just after eight o'clock, and although the east tower was as silent as a tomb, the west tower was still lively.

Someone saw Sol walking up slowly and started talking in a low voice.

Some people also noticed the yellow leather held in Sol's hand and looked at it curiously, but they did not dare to step forward because of Sol's reputation.

Sol ignored the glances around him and walked steadily step by step.

After leaving the area of ​​the first-level apprentices, the tenth floor where the second-level apprentices were located returned to silence.

No one was hanging out in the hallways, chatting, or sharing insights from the day’s learning.

The dormitory doors here seem to be closed day and night.

Thor tilted his head slightly.

He still remembered what he saw when he came to clean the corridor when he was still a servant.

The crying behind the door, the messy garbage, and the pool of blood...

It was really a pool of blood that changed his destiny.

However, before Thor could sigh any more, a soft sound suddenly came from the front.

Thor immediately came to his senses and looked up towards the ramp.

At the corner leading to the twelfth floor, a pair of black leather boots poked out from the shadowed area.

I don’t know how long I have been standing there.

Thor didn't stop, he just put his guard up and stepped forward slowly, his eyes slowly moving upward from the leather boots.

The man standing at the corner slowly revealed his true face.

It was West Germany, which was more than a month away from the tower.

He stared at Thor silently, his brows darkened.

But when Sol came closer, the corners of his mouth suddenly raised in an exaggerated and cold arc, "How do you say hello to me when you see me, senior?"

"Hello, senior." Sol said hello honestly, even bowing slightly.

"..."

Sid didn't expect Saul to be so obedient, unlike the kid who was so frightened by him that he almost killed him a month ago.

After Sol's greetings, he continued to go up with a calm expression.

He had a polite smile on his face, but he was already on high alert in his heart.

The two of them were close, side by side, about to miss...

"Do you really think that the mentor will care about the life and death of a first-level newcomer? As long as someone more valuable appears, you will be trash that can be discarded at any time."

Sol turned his head. He only reached West Germany's chest. Looking at him from this angle, he needed to raise his chin high.

Thor showed a cute smile. Although he didn't know what kind of weird scene this smile would turn into with the help of mucus on his head, he still maintained a respectful tone.

"Thank you, senior, for your guidance. I will work hard to continuously improve my value."

West Germany sneered and dismissed Thor's self-conscious remarks.

"If talent can be compensated for by hard work, then there won't be so many bones of despair at our feet."

Thor didn't refute, he just stared at West Germany quietly.

"Will he attack me directly? It's not too late now, but there's no one behind him, so it's a good opportunity."

But the hardcover book didn't come out.

"Sid didn't dare to take action." Saul became more and more calm.

The other party ignored Saul anymore, put his hands in his coat pockets, and walked downstairs step by step.

The mood seemed good.

Saul waited until Sid's figure disappeared before turning around and continuing walking.

"He didn't dare, or couldn't do anything to me." As he walked, Saul thought, "I should have thought of it earlier. He failed to kill me in the library, and then sent Brown to kill me. West Germany has been You want me to die!"

"But he never killed me directly." Thor's eyes became brighter and brighter. "It can't be because of the mentor. When I was still a servant, he almost didn't have to pay any price to kill me, but he still didn't take action!"

"Can't West Germany kill people?"

This idea was immediately rejected by Saul.

West Germany killed the fat man who relied on bribes to get through in front of all the newcomers.

"Could it be that he...can't kill me?"

The more Sol thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

He glanced at the hard-cover book from the corner of his eye, "Sid is looking for the diary, and the diary is the same as the hard-cover book on my shoulder. He may not want to kill me to silence me. He may want to kill me to find this hard-cover book. Leather book!”

Although this guess is very incredible, very whimsical, and very unfounded, it can explain West Germany's strange behavior all the time.

He wanted Thor dead, but he refused to take action himself.

Sol stopped and stared blankly at the small package in his hand, his consciousness already far away.

Tonight is actually a great opportunity for West Germany.

Thor held a strange head that was not allowed to be taken away in his hand, and there was unknown mucus hanging on the head.

If West Germany takes action to kill him, Thor's death can be completely attributed to the strange events he encountered.

But West Germany didn't take any action, and just mocked a few words indifferently.

"Killing the owner of the hard-cover book will prevent you from getting the hard-cover book!"

This sentence suddenly appeared in Sol's mind.

"If I'm not wrong, West Germany knows this hard-cover book very well. That's not right... If so, why would he throw the hard-cover book at my head?" Saul was a little worried, the hard-cover book was too mysterious. , but did not introduce himself, so he could only rely on Saul to figure out many things on his own.

"No matter what, whether West Germany knows about the ability of hard-cover books to predict death or not, he and I are already determined to fight to the death. At present, I am not strong enough, so I can only use my tricks and ask for the blessing of my thighs."

Thor moved up again.

"West Germany will definitely take action again." Before taking two steps, Saul suddenly stopped again, "Something's wrong, West Germany's attitude is not right today."

Sid was gloomy at first when he saw Sol today, but then his mood became cheerful.

He has already taken new actions.

Thor recalled what West Germany had just said.

"Do you really think that the mentor will care about the life and death of a first-level newcomer? As long as someone more valuable appears, you are garbage that can be discarded at any time."

Mentors, new people, more valuable people…

Saul narrowed his eyes, "Sid went out this time to find a new person... Did he find a new person who could take over my morgue job?"

If mentor Kaz hadn't sheltered Thor, Thor wouldn't have had a month's respite.

But the premise for Thor to receive asylum is probably because he is doing things for Mentor Kaz.

Instructor Kaz didn’t want his new hired workers to die so quickly.

But what if someone comes along who is better suited to work in the morgue than Thor?

Mentor Kaz may not insist on leaving this job to Saul.

Saul didn't think Kaz had much of a teacher-student relationship with him.

Especially as he became more and more proficient in handling corpses, the instructor no longer even came to the corpse room to guide him in his homework.

It is unrealistic to expect his mentor to protect him because of his old relationship.

Thor lowered his head and glanced at the package in his hand, and decided to speed up his pace to find the supporter he had just asked for.

You've done all the work, so you can't just ignore it, right?

Do you need any more brains?

……

Konsa was not very satisfied with Sol coming right over and knocking on her door.

She dragged Thor in and watched as the boy stumbled to the ground. The eyeballs in the glass cover were clinging to the edge, red and bloodshot, as if they would explode at any time.

"Why did you come up right away?"