Death Wizard Diary

Chapter 172 Itchy Meat

What I fear most is that the air will suddenly become quiet for a long time.

Seeing that Kongsha remained silent, Sol was a little anxious. His eyes were still covered with gauze.

"It seems that my worries are unnecessary, then..." Kong Sha suddenly did not dare to give Sol any advice. She changed to a euphemistic way, "If you are interested in a plan to strengthen your mental power, I can bring you some advice."

You go somewhere. You will definitely find a suitable locator there."

"Locator..." Although Saul already has a diary, he has no idea of ​​turning the diary into his own locator yet.

It would also be good if other locator solutions could be used as a reference, and he could expand his ideas.

"Senior Kong Sha, the locator is not that easy to find, right? Is the place you mentioned particularly dangerous?"

"Yes! But powerful locators can only appear in dangerous places. Thor, you are indeed... very good now, but if you want to continue on the path of a wizard, you will not be satisfied with your current achievements. Sometimes, you just want to

If you stop to rest, you will find that you will never catch up when you start again."

The eyeballs in Kong Sha's head retracted one by one, as if she felt her dejected mood.

"Is this Kongsha's real experience?" Sol thought, "Sorry, I still need to think about it."

He put his hand in and dug again, but there was no movement.

Afterwards, he returned to the long table holding the two substances.

Suddenly, the pipe really moved again.

At five minutes past three, Sol finally returned to the second warehouse.

Although he was moved, Sol did not agree immediately.

At the bottom of the blood vessels, there is a thin layer of dry white substance.

The warm witchcraft light ball slightly illuminated the inside of the small hole.

Sol is not sending Kongsha away. If he doesn't want to cooperate, he won't set the time for such a long time. Instead, he is asking the other party to give up as soon as possible and not to have any hope.

Kong Sha's shoulders sank slightly, "I can give you the locator plan first. Even if you don't use this plan, you can sell it to others at a high price. For second-level apprentices, the locator has always been the rarest thing.

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Thor jumped off the box, picked up the beaker and dagger and returned to the long table.

Thinking of this, Sol directly inserted the fingertips of his right hand into the pipe - the diary did not move - and gently dug out a little white substance.

This time he had a chance to learn about it. But until he was sure, he would never bring anything related to elves with him like Kongsha and Sid did.

"Let's do this, Senior Kong Sha. Within ten days, if I am ready, I will go to the dormitory to find you at the previously agreed time."

The tremor was so slight that Thor even wondered if he had seen it wrong.

"I used to think that a certain servant or apprentice would be responsible for changing the candles. But in the second warehouse, only me and the tower master can enter and exit freely, and no one else can enter, so this should still be the effect of witchcraft."

The job in the second warehouse is indeed very exciting, and before Sol's butt is even hot, he is already being targeted by so many people.

Thinking of this, Sol suddenly felt a little creepy.

"The candles in the candlesticks are transported through pipelines. Therefore, the candles here do not need maintenance and will never burn out."

The second item was an elf item that Senior Byron had warned Thor not to touch if he was below level three.

Holding a beaker in his left hand and a knife in his right hand, he climbed onto the box.

"The candles in the warehouse are the same as those outside. In addition to extinguishing, the candle itself will not become shorter. Therefore, there should also be a living pipe under the candlesticks in other places."

It’s so itchy!

Sol pressed the cut candlestick back with a complex expression. Of course, he also got some of the white substance in the candlestick, but he didn't dare to mess with the "blood vessel."

The small hole was neither a rough earth wall nor a smooth metal pipe, but something that looked wrinkled and fleshy - a bit like blood vessels or intestines.

"Lighting Technique."

He cut a small piece of candle directly with a knife and threw it into the beaker placed under the candlestick.

The bottom of the damaged candlestick he was holding also had a thin layer of dry white substance on it.

This time the tremor was still very slight, but Thor, who was mentally prepared, could see clearly this time.

He first checked the summons pen and found that there were no tasks today.

Now, Saul pushed the messy long table into a small open space. There were small candles, white matter dug out from the pipes, and white matter left in the candlesticks.

Isn't this a perfect killing weapon against wizards?

He held up the lamplighter and waited for a while, but none of the candles suddenly went out.

On the wall under the base, there is a small hole about one centimeter in diameter. It is dark inside and no details can be seen.

Sol originally wanted to run back and change a steel needle or tweezers, but before doing so, he suddenly asked to himself: "Will it be dangerous if I touch it?"

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So Thor answered himself: "There shouldn't be any danger. After all, candles are everywhere in the wizard tower. The rule book only says that candles cannot be extinguished, but it does not mention that candles cannot be touched. In my job, I often need to come into contact with candles, and there are also

You might hit a candle. Since it’s not mentioned in the rules, the candle itself should be harmless.”

He pushed the big box under a damaged lampstand without a candle on it. He climbed up again and used a short knife to pry the candlestick off the wall.

This number was a bit dangerous, so Sol quickly increased it to more than one hundred.

But when he moved his index finger, he suddenly felt that the pipe seemed to move.

Standing on the box, Sol's eyes were as high as the candle lamp.

"The candles in the wizard's tower are always bright and never go out, and the candles inside are never replaced. Why are the heights the same? It's as if a machine has accurately measured them."

In fact, Thor is very strange. Although their witchcraft texts include the Elvish language, why are elf-related items taboo?

However, Thor was still too weak at the time and had no energy or qualifications to explore the reasons.

Sol knelt down and put the knife and beaker at his feet, stood up again, took out the lamplighter and tried to light the candle.

The base of the candlestick was firmly fixed to the wall by six long iron nails. Even with the strength of Sol's arms, it took a lot of effort to pull out a candlestick.

Then he turned around and walked through the corpses, came under the wall, and confirmed the number of candles lit.

Sol gently moved the fingertips of his right hand near the hole.

He was as gentle as scratching an itch, hanging on the inner wall of the pipe strand by strand.

"Could these two things be the same substance?" Out of curiosity, Thor tried to use the short knife in his hand to dig out some white substance from inside the pipe.

The first thing, Saul once heard from Kujin, was something that seemed useless, but was actually very valuable. If Saul took this thing out, something would fall into their hands, and Kujin and the others would use it to blackmail him.

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After several rounds of experiments, the three substances behaved exactly the same, and they can basically be determined to be the same substance, which is the candle itself.

Thor nodded with satisfaction, "No wonder Ku Jin said that the second warehouse is the safest place. This task is easy to complete!"

That pipe is alive!

The elf doll that can make the wizard apprentices dare not use their mental power just by holding it in their hands really makes Thor curious.

A variety of materials are displayed in the cold warehouse, including the limbs of various creatures. Even if the ports are neat and smooth, it cannot alleviate the pain they suffered when they died.

Thor transferred the knife and candlestick to his left hand, pressed his right hand on the wall, and leaned forward to explore the hole exposed under the candlestick.

Now what Ferguson apparently wants is a candle, but what Kongsha wants is Elf Whisper No. 117.

Sol immediately turned his head and looked at his left hand.

Thinking of this, Thor suddenly put down the beaker, held up the short knife and ran back to the big box.

The next second Sol worked hard to light the lamp, he put away the electric lamp in his hand, moved a large box, and moved it under an unlit candle.

It was as if someone had suddenly scratched the flesh, and it shrank slightly.

The diary is unresponsive.

There was no accident, the candle was lit, but it was shorter than the candles in other candlesticks.

However, the blade of the short knife is not narrow enough, and the layer of white substance is relatively deep in the pipe. It cannot be reached unless the wall is destroyed.

Only the candle he cut off was shorter.

Sol took out a little bit of each of these substances and conducted various basic property testing experiments.

Sol turned around and looked around the entire warehouse. All the candles in the warehouse were of the same height.

The iron nail that broke away from the wall fell out of the candlestick base under the action of inertia, and fell to the ground with a tinkling sound.

He raised his head and looked around, "Are we actually living in the body of some kind of creature?"

All the cruelty, blood, and darkness are hidden under the neatly cut stone slabs...

"Is the Wizard Tower a kind of synthetic creature? There are countless creatures sealed here?"

Countless creatures have countless resentments, so the wizard tower can never fall into darkness.

Because darkness will awaken latent fears!

The number of words in each chapter has been very high recently, so now I have 5,000 members, not 4,000 members.

Evolved~

(End of chapter)