Death Wizard Diary

Chapter Thirty-Seven

When Saul discovered that no matter what material he picked up, only the word "death" appeared on the hard cover book, he knew that the limit had been reached.

It’s not that the limit of hard-cover books has been reached, but that of the crucible.

Even with the naked eye, you can clearly see that the thick, sticky purple slurry stirs twice from time to time, and some familiar organs occasionally stir up, and then quickly sink to the bottom.

It's like a drowning person who keeps struggling, but in the end can only drown under the water and turn into a pile of bones and mud.

Thor picked up the handle of the crucible and poured the contents into the large box containing the corpse with a sad expression.

This large chest provided by the Wizard's Tower is very magical.

No matter how flapping the body is, it will be as quiet as a bird when thrown in.

Thor watched as some indescribable chemical reaction began to occur between the solution and the guests in the box, and he quickly closed the lid of the large box tightly before the smoke spread.

Standing up and looking at the slightly fluttering big box, Sol shook his head and sighed.

"Sure enough, with my current meager knowledge of wizards, it's still too difficult to hit the jackpot and succeed at once."

"It may also be that the modification of the sense of smell is beyond my current understanding. Should I change the direction?"

Thor looked back at the materials left on the test bench and estimated that he could still work on his own a few more times.

In the corner of the experimental table, there is also a book filled with several pages of notes.

The various possible ways of death mentioned in the hard cover book were recorded in the language of Thor's previous life.

Through detailed statistical analysis of these death methods, Sol deduced the characteristics of each experimental material and the possible effects they may produce in medicines.

Through continuous induction and summary, we will continue to correct the direction of the experiment.

This is a typical known result and derivation process.

It is also an experimental method that no other wizard dares to think of.

"Chi!"

The sound of the candlestick becoming brighter interrupted Thor's deep thoughts.

He sighed and rolled up his sleeves again, cheering up.

Although it is painful to have your ideas and inspiration interrupted by work, having customers means there will be a steady stream of experimental materials in the future.

Research is often boring and tedious, especially when you still have a partial understanding of the principles involved.

After five boring days, Sol finally welcomed a first-level apprentice guest on the sixth day.

This guest was not a new student, but someone he had never seen before. He died unexpectedly for some unknown reason, leaving only a pair of eyes looking up above his head in fear and helplessness.

The upward angle of view almost squeezes the entire pupil into the upper eyelid.

It's like there's something above it, attracting its attention.

The body was incomplete, and Senior Hayden, who was in charge of the previous process, would work hard most of the time.

This will lead to a corresponding reduction in Sol's harvest.

Thor checked it over and found nothing, so he had no choice but to attack his head.

The removed organs are put into a suitably sized box.

Sol took out the light yellow leather given by Senior Sister Kongsha, wrapped the entire box directly, and put it aside.

The remaining guests were put into big boxes.

When it was time to get off work, Sol held the box tightly wrapped in light yellow leather and poked his head at the door to observe.

This is the first time Saul has taken a body out of the morgue.

Despite Kongsha's assurance, Sol was still a little uneasy.

The rules of the Wizard Tower are sometimes not very important.

As long as you can ensure that no one can find out.

With Senior Sister Kong Sha's strength, if she really wanted to get the brain of a first-level apprentice, she wouldn't have to pluck it from the corpse.

She could always make a few of her own.

But she went to great lengths to send Sol to the morgue just for a monthly share of brains.

It can be seen that the Wizard Tower still values their apprentices.

It's okay to kill one or two secretly, but if you kill too many, you'll have to pay a heavy price.

"If you can't take the materials out, put them in the corpse room and wait for Senior Sister Kongsha to come and get them. Anyway, the servants who clean up never move anywhere other than the tool table." Before he failed, Sol thought about it first.

retreat.

He held the box and carefully walked out of the corpse room.

In order to prevent being bumped into by the seniors and seniors next door, Sol deliberately delayed his departure until nearly eight o'clock.

The lights in the corridor were no longer as bright as in the afternoon, and the candle wicks occasionally trembled, as if urging Sol to act quickly.

When Thor reached the end of the corridor, he saw a strong man lying leaning against the wall like a corpse.

Thor took a step forward.

The strong man's nose suddenly twitched.

Sol crossed his arms tightly, ready to turn around at any time.

The strong man's face turned in the direction of Thor, and his nostrils twitched a few more times.

Quiet.

He could hear his own breathing.

The strong man suddenly moved. He put one hand on the ground and stood up slowly.

It is not accurate to say that he stood up. He should have stood up and curled up with his head down and his chest in his arms, for fear that the top of his head would hit the ceiling of the corridor.

Although the strong man couldn't see it, he still walked accurately to where Sol was.

"It's over."

Thor hugged the yellow leather and slowly backed away until his back touched the cold stone wall. A numbing feeling spread along the texture of his back to his internal organs.

"I'm going to be caught."

"There's no hint in the hard-cover book? It won't be fatal if it's discovered. This is my first time to make a mistake. If I put the things back in the corpse room, maybe there won't be any punishment."

Thor turned his head and looked at the scarlet door not far from him, wondering whether he should put it back now.

Seek leniency.

But at this time, the strong man's direction suddenly changed.

This made Sol's heel that he had just raised fall back down again.

The strong man slowly entered the corpse room where Saul was.

Sol looked sideways and saw the strong man barely squeezing in through the door, stopping next to the tool table with perfect accuracy, and reaching out to pull out the big box below.

The heavy box was lifted easily like a prop made of foam in the hands of the strong man.

Then the strong man successfully squeezed out of the door without colliding with anything else in the room.

Go out and turn right.

Thor just watched so quietly as the strong man carried the big box and walked deep into the dark corridor.

There was the sound of heavy footsteps, but it gradually faded away.

Must leave as soon as possible!

Safe passage!

Thor suddenly came to his senses, immediately realized that it was late, and ran out with the things in his arms.

The East Tower is still very dangerous for a first-level apprentice, especially since he currently only knows two level 0 witchcraft that are not very offensive, and his ability to protect himself is worrying.

The nearest passage between the East Tower and the West Tower is on the fifth floor.

While running, Sol suddenly felt something strange.

From the second floor to the fifth floor, you only have to climb three times.

But he just...didn't he turn a corner for a long time?

Sol felt uneasy in his heart, but he didn't dare to stop.

He didn't know why, but he always felt that his head was a little heavy, his center of gravity was unstable, and he was about to fall at any time.

There seemed to be something emerging from the whorl of hair on top of his head, growing wantonly into a big, swaying ball, constantly affecting Thor's actions.

Sol wanted to look up, but his movement suddenly stopped.

He thought of the guest he received today.

The apprentice turned his pupils upwards and tried hard to see the top of his head.

Thor stopped suddenly.

He suddenly stopped moving forward, and something shook quickly in front of his eyes.

It seems to be a smooth forehead with a little eyebrows, which protrudes a little from the top of the head, and then shrinks back due to the pulling force of the rebound.

"What's on my head?"

As expected, the Wizard Tower had no good intentions towards him.

Others often walk by the river, and how can anyone not get their shoes wet?

He was the only one who would inevitably fall into a ditch whenever he walked along the river.

His soul talent brought him the capital to survive, but it also brought him the disaster of death.

Sol let go of his hand and slowly raised it.

The fingertips were raised above the eyebrows, but they were still in mid-air.

What if he actually touched something?

Sol's hand slowly retracted again.

He kept his head still and glanced at the hard-cover book.

"Can you do it?"

The hardcover book is unresponsive.