Diary of a Dead Wizard

The little boy named Harry was obviously suffering, but when he saw Royer and Thor walking in, he still forced a smile.

But he gritted his teeth tightly, fearing that if he opened his mouth, it would turn into a moan.

Royer didn't care at all about the little boy's pain. He walked around the pool and looked at the boy up and down.

"Tsk, your life before was too decadent. You still have to soak in this potion pool for three days."

When Harry heard that he wanted to soak for three more days, the corner of his mouth twitched and his face turned bitter. But he still endured it when he thought of the poor life he had lived in the rural fiefdom and the sudden huge drop from the clouds to the soil.

The teenage boy already has a lot of ideas, and his mother fully supports him, so he shows good tolerance.

Royer walked back to Saul and raised his eyebrows, "How about this? Isn't this a good choice?"

"That's right." Thor nodded, "He has ambitions and conflicts of interest, and he will actively cooperate with all your experiments."

Royer looked proud.

None of them mentioned one thing. Even if their xinxing is sufficient, it does not mean that the blood fusion experiment will be successful.

The two left the room full of steam and went back outside. They saw Vanessa, who had just stood in the foyer to greet them, preparing meals in the restaurant.

She didn't seem to be worried about her son who was suffering at all, and was looking at Roye lovingly.

"Want to eat?"

Sol did not stay to eat, and Vanessa prepared a palace dinner with small portions, many etiquette, and cumbersome procedures.

He had no time to waste on eating.

Sol, who is now at the third level and basically not a human being, can no longer replenish his body's energy through food.

Royer stayed in the manor, presumably after enjoying the feast, he also wanted to enjoy the woman.

He is particularly keen on enjoying women of all races and varieties.

It's a way for him to relieve stress.

It’s just that Royer wouldn’t tear off someone’s arm while enjoying Vanessa.

After all, she is still useful.

Thor returned to the palace alone in a carriage.

When I arrived at the temporary residence, I saw the previous attendant again.

Thor was not surprised. Sander must have asked the attendant to wait here after he found out that he was dragged to Vanessa by Royer.

"Let's go."

After seeing Xander and entering his small bedroom, which was the only one with a breath of life, the gloominess on Xander's face quickly disappeared.

"Lord Thor, Midor's condition has been adjusted as you said before." He said eagerly.

Sol has reached an agreement with Sander and will not repeat it at this time.

"Okay, Mido'er will continue to recuperate. I've prepared some potions for you to temporarily enhance your mental power, so that Mido'er's condition won't affect you."

Sander was just about to thank Thor when something suddenly occurred to him and he said worriedly: "But if I take the drug, will it expose our plan and let the people of the Tribunal notice us?"

Thor smiled, "What are you afraid they will notice? As we all know, you and I are old acquaintances. And you have to draw blood every week to provide nutrients to the red sea tree. It is normal for me to help you repair your body."

Although he knew that Thor was right, it was the first time for Sander to plan the behemoth of the Tribunal in private. If there was no other way, how could he, an ordinary puppet, dare to make such a decision?

But thinking about being ignored by the Black Flame Emperor today and being treated as a decoration by everyone in the palace, although he could endure it, it also inspired his determination to resist.

After saying Mido'er, Sander suddenly opened his palm, and in his palm, there was a small golden thorn.

Thor took the small thorn and rubbed off the gold paint on it in his hand, revealing the original appearance of dark blue and almost black inside.

"Is this the soul-fixing needle?"

Thor looked down and found that the surface of the dark blue thorns, which looked like embroidery needles, seemed to be covered with patterns.

But no matter how carefully Thor looked, he couldn't really see the patterns on it.

"Is it a secret miniature witchcraft array?"

Witchcraft arrays are divided into normal, giant and miniature types.

For example, the ultra-long-distance teleportation circle is a giant witchcraft circle, and what is generally engraved on witchcraft props is a miniature witchcraft circle.

But the soul-fixing needle that now appears in Thor's hand, the witchcraft circle engraved on it is actually smaller than the smallest witchcraft circle that Thor has ever seen.

Not only that, there are countless witchcraft formations layered on top of each other, making it impossible to tell which runes make up the formation.

This also uses the most sophisticated means to prevent others from violently cracking the above formula.

A soul-fixing needle can only be used once, but if the above witchcraft array formula can be cracked... wouldn't it be possible to create more soul-fixing needles?

Of course, Thor believed that the material used to make this Soul Fixing Needle must also be a rare material. Don't know if it still exists now.

Now is not the time to study it carefully. Thor directly pressed the small dark blue thorn into the middle finger of his left hand.

Now there is an anchor point of the Eye of the Abyss hidden on the tip of his left index finger.

There is a soul-fixing needle hidden on the tip of the middle finger.

Although I don’t know whether the soul-fixing needle can save the soul contaminated by the anchor point, Thor can feel more at ease when these two opposing items are put together.

"I'm going back. Next, you have to pay attention to your behavior."

Sander nodded seriously, "I understand, I am an unwilling emperor, but not a desperate emperor."

On the surface, Thor now has a good relationship with Sander, so Sander does not have to worry about being secretly executed after being ousted from the emperor's throne by others.

His normal ending should be like his stepmother and brother before him, being confined to an inconspicuous small village for the rest of his life.

So now Sander will express his dissatisfaction and make trouble, but he will not really lift the table.

After getting the soul-fixing needle promised by Sander, Thor's plan will officially begin.

When he returned to his temporary residence, Sol closed the door and saw no one.

He took out the soul-fixing needle and used the rubbing method to reproduce the witchcraft array patterns on it in great detail on a metal nameplate less than one millimeter thick. Then he re-sealed the soul-fixing needle and planned to study it only on the metal nameplate.

Although ancient witchcraft props have the function of hiding themselves from outsiders, just in case, it is better to take out the soul-fixing needle as little as possible.

At present, he is not in a hurry to study the witchcraft circle on the soul-fixing needle. Thor just stares at the nameplate for half an hour every day to deepen his impression and understanding of it.

The rest of the energy is devoted to creating the third goal.

While he was calculating the formula, he took out a black branch from his sleeve and twisted it around on the fingertips of his right hand.

It has the charm of a high school student in my previous life.

The black branches turned into afterimages and flew up and down and left and right.

I don't know how long it took, but a weak voice that only Saul himself could hear sounded.

"Master Thor, stop turning around, I'm going to vomit..."