Diary of a Dead Wizard

A bit of crystal fell on Sol's face. He raised his head and found that it was raining.

It was not yet noon, the sun was still high, but a thick cloud floated overhead from nowhere.

Below, Claude's story has come to an end.

"This incident became a nightmare that I will never forget. Later, I was finally promoted to an official wizard, so I left the wizard and returned to my original village. In order to no longer be trapped in nightmares, I reshaped all the dead people. villagers and brought them here and through the Dream Bell."

Claude raised the shell wind chime in his hand, "This is a witchcraft prop given to me by the wizard and my current mentor. It can control the corpses of villagers and pretend that they are still alive. But suddenly one day , the villagers here are beginning to have a sense of independence. What’s even more terrifying is..."

Claude looked at Thor, "They behave exactly the same as I remember. But their personalities have become extremely extreme. If they don't agree with each other, they will kill people."

"You don't know when the villagers were 'alive'?"

Claude shook his head, "I didn't delve into it, because any weird situation could happen in the Borderlands. But within two years, the situation changed again. Suddenly there was a rule in the village. The one who takes action first must be Someone who can kill and then do it."

"How did you discover this rule?" Sol asked.

Claude can't be like him and have golden pages that can carry out multiple virtual death exercises, right?

"Because I have been killed countless times in this village." Claude raised his head, and the fracture on his neck was extremely obvious.

Herman: [Could he be unkillable in this village? 】

An: [I think it’s just that you can’t be killed by these weird villagers, right? Otherwise, why do you think he walked out on his own? Wasn't it still the master's dark spirit blade that pressed against the back of the head? 】

Morton: [Looking at him, he is just an ordinary first-level person. If the master doesn't help him today... huh, he won't live for a few more years. The owner said that it was an equivalent exchange and it was cheaper for him. He begged his master for more. 】

Thor listened to Claude's story while reading the discussion of consciousness in the diary, "In other words, although you are still alive, you have become a member of the rules of this village. You, like other villagers, have been contaminated. "

Claude didn't deny it.

Ever since he was killed and reborn every time by villagers, he realized that he was actually not normal either.

But he didn't dare to try if he could be resurrected if he was killed by others.

When Thor heard this, he felt confident.

He jumped off the roof, "Although you and the villagers can be resurrected after death, the pollution produced and the energy consumed in the process have nowhere to replenish, so you placed the village here and killed people passing by at any time to replenish soul energy. ?"

Claude hesitated, but he felt the small blade inserted in the back of his head and did not act rashly for the time being.

"Actually... this village was not in this place at the beginning. Although there will be more passers-by here, for me, too many people are not a good thing." Claude mentioned an incident, "Six months ago, I suddenly I received a letter. The person who wrote the letter told me that if I don’t want to become a monster, I should move here and wait for someone.”

"Who are you waiting for?"

"The letter didn't say it, but now I feel like you might have asked me to wait for you."

Saul suddenly had bad memories, "Who is the person who wrote the letter?"

"Kismet."

Sol's mouth twitched, "Very good."

He walked up to Claude and said, "Now, I will help you recover first. As for the other villagers, it depends on whether you have any other valuable information to provide."

after an hour.

The small village is bustling again.

The villagers seemed to have forgotten that a wizard was coming to choose an apprentice. They had not been this relaxed for a long time, and they all stood happily on the street to share their feelings at this time.

Thor and Claude stood in front of the village chief's house, like two invisible men.

"Thank you." Claude thanked him seriously.

Thor looked at the milky-white shell wind chime in his hand, which was one of the prices of Claude's exchange, the Dream Bell.

It is said to soothe spirits and weave a new memory for them.

"Although pollution makes the villagers scary, it also gives them the power to exist in the world. Now that most of the pollution has been removed, these villagers will not exist for long."

In this small village, except for Claude, no one else is alive, and the reason for its existence is also a mystery.

When Thor absorbed the pollution, although these villagers returned to their normal temperaments, their vitality was also quickly dissipated.

Maybe another month? Or ten days?

"I know, I already discovered it when you first helped that girl absorb the pollution. But this is a relief for me and them. Maybe they can rest in peace without this weird law, I can finally let go of the past."

"Then, I wish you good luck." Thor put away the wind chime and turned to leave. Halfway through, he suddenly stopped and turned around to ask him, "I haven't asked yet, who is the wizard who accepted you as an apprentice?"

Claude was also in a daze. He recalled it carefully before saying, "My mentor is the third-level wizard, Clark the Dream Maker."

A third-level wizard?

Sol was a little surprised, "The rules in this village were also set by your mentor?"

Can a third-level wizard be so powerful?

"It's impossible... I remembered something. The reason why the rules here are so powerful is because they are recognized by this land. This... is a land without one!"

At this moment, the little girl ran over and tugged at the corner of Claude's clothes, "Little Claude, little Claude, I found a big tree hole."

Claude no longer looked back at Thor, smiled and bent down, letting the girl lead him away.

Agu: [He still doesn’t want to come out of this dream. 】

Morton: [I can’t see what’s so special about him that he can be noticed by a third-level wizard. 】

An: [Maybe the third-level wizard has another purpose. 】

Herman: […]

Sol was about five hundred meters away from this unknown village at this time, and the brown dirt road under his feet suddenly turned into grass.

He looked back again, losing sight of the village behind him.

Ahead, Marsh was standing in front of the car waving to him excitedly.

Seeing Sol come back, Marsh stammered: "Sir, you suddenly disappeared just now, and then suddenly appeared again."

"That's a double superposition of the effects of witchcraft and rules." Thor, who had just collected a lot of information about Borderlands, was in a good mood.

He jumped onto the carriage in two steps. Just as he was about to bend down to get into the carriage, his legs suddenly gave way and he fell in.

Marsh was holding the door, waiting for Sol to go in, but saw him fall into the car.

Marsh's eyes suddenly widened.

But the next second, he shut his mouth that wanted to scream, closed the door, sat back in the carriage expressionlessly, shook the reins, and drove in the other direction.

At the same time, the little girl who was squatting next to a big tree and talking to Claude suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Claude bent down and asked her.

"The sound of water disappeared." The little girl shook her head.

Claude didn't understand.

But the little girl didn't answer him, and shook her head.

Claude stood up and then noticed that the others around him were shaking their heads as well.

In other words, he was shaking his head like a bottle.

Claude frowned and pondered. After a moment, he followed their example and shook his head.

"Wow---"

He said doubtfully: "The sound of water...is obviously always there?"

Thor: I'm not dizzy!