Death Wizard Diary

In a small, dark room.

A dozen children slept on a large bunk.

They are all boys of twelve or thirteen years old.

They were curled up one by one, not sleeping peacefully, and they didn't even dare to stretch their hands out of the quilt.

"laugh!"

The candlelight on the left wall suddenly lit up.

The boy sleeping on the far left was blinded by the candlelight, curled up under the quilt, and kicked the boy on the right.

The boy on the right was kicked, so he kicked the boy on the right again in a daze.

Just like this, they kicked one by one, and kicked the boy on the far right into the wall.

"Well……"

Sol hummed, rubbed his painful knees, got up in a daze, and stayed for a moment to wake himself up.

"Hurry up...if you are late, you will be turned into flower fertilizer by the wizard." The boy next to him reminded him like a babble.

Sol pressed the old wound on his forehead. The slight sting made him wake up, and his movements finally became more agile.

He quickly climbed out of bed, put on the servant uniform hanging on the wall, opened the door of the hut, and walked out.

Outside the door is a long curved corridor. There is a door every few meters on both sides of the corridor. There is a candlestick on both sides of the door. They use their weak and dim light to try their best to dispel the coldness in the corridor.

Sol looked over his left shoulder by candlelight.

There was a hard-cover book less than the size of a palm suspended there.

"It hasn't disappeared yet? Maybe it's not my hallucination."

Since traveling through time a few days ago, the book has been floating on Sol's left shoulder.

Visible, intangible, and invisible to others.

Thor called the system and asked for the chip, but received no response. In the end, he could only attribute it to a hallucination caused by his head injury.

But the hallucination should not last for so many days without disappearing.

Regardless of whether it's an illusion or not, Thor has his own things to do and doesn't have time to study it all the time.

The place where he is is a wizard tower.

Since time traveling, Thor has never left this tower.

Moreover, as a servant here, he has to get up around four in the morning every day and mop the floor of the corridors on the 11th to 13th floors. No obvious stains or garbage should be left on it, otherwise it will be chopped up and used as fertilizer.

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The task of cleaning the corridor must be completed before the candlelight changes from dim yellow to bright white flame, otherwise, if you bump into the wizard's apprentice going out, you may be arrested for experimentation.

Those wizard apprentices all looked weird, had very bad tempers and were very impatient, as if they were being chased by death every day.

Thor's predecessor was killed by a wizard's apprentice with a book. The body was thrown into the utility room and was almost disposed of as garbage.

When he crawled out of the utility room with blood on his face, even the housekeeper almost thought it was haunted.

After confirming that he was not dead yet, the housekeeper immediately assigned him a job. Sol was sent to work before he even had time to recover from his injuries.

until today.

After reminiscing, Sol first went to the utility room next to Datongpu's room to get a mop, bucket and trash can, put them on a small flatbed truck, and pushed them forward.

This wheel is said to have been engraved with a silencing spell to prevent it from disturbing those wizard apprentices who are extremely fragile.

Sol carefully observed the patterns on it two days ago, but found nothing except a slight dizziness.

He yawned and started a new day's work in the cool morning.

The corridor is a semicircle to be precise, with doors every few meters on the left and right.

There are house numbers on those doors, and the characters on the door numbers represent the room numbers.

The body that Thor traveled through was literate, and after several days of exploration, he recovered some basic common sense from his broken memory.

While cleaning the eleventh floor, Sol heard crying behind a door.

Whenever crying sounds, the candles on both sides of the door will sway gently, and the light and shadow will sway, which is very penetrating.

Sol tightened his collar, and all his drowsiness was awakened by the cold.

He quickly pretended that he knew nothing and heard nothing, and quickly finished mopping the ground here.

There is a weirdo on the twelfth floor who likes to throw garbage at the door.

Hair, torn paper, unknown pieces of meat...

Sol has become accustomed to taking the initiative to clean up when he passes by.

He used the small shovel hanging on the side of the trash can to collect all the garbage. When he turned to take out the trash, he heard a faint grinding sound.

He quickly turned around and saw that the door behind him was opened a small crack, and nothing could be seen in the darkness behind the door.

Thor immediately felt the hairs all over his body stand up. His hands were trembling slightly, and he wanted to run away, but he was also afraid that the wizard apprentice in the room would think he was being rude.

He had only traveled through this strange and terrifying place for a few days, and what he was taught the most was to maintain the utmost respect and humility for all wizard apprentices.

Thor is now just a twelve-year-old child with no abilities and a small body.

The powerful wizard's apprentice can kill him with just a few fingers.

As for the wizard, well, given his status, he can't see a wizard.

Thor waited for a moment in fear.

There was no movement behind the door.

Time was running out, so he remained vigilant about what was behind the door, mopping the floor while staring closely at the crack in the door.

Finally, he walked through, and the door was blocked by the curved corridor.

Sol's tense shoulders relaxed slightly, and the cart went down the slope to the upper floor.

Thirteenth floor.

As a time traveler, Sol is relatively sensitive to this number.

Even if you are originally a materialist, you will still choose to be more sincere when you come to a strange world with wizards and monsters.

It is said that the last servant responsible for cleaning died on the thirteenth floor.

Sol also cleaned this place two days ago and found nothing unusual, but this floor still made him feel uncomfortable.

The kind of fear that even though nothing happened, still makes the hairs on the hair stand on end and the fingers can't help but tremble.

Sol lowered his head and dragged the ground hard, using physical labor to dispel the uneasiness in his heart.

However, what he feared most happened.

When passing the third door, Saul's front right door... suddenly a pool of bright red blood seeped out from under the door.

The blood was bright red, thick, and had a strong fishy smell.

At first glance, it's not a good thing.

The blood flowed to the middle of the corridor and finally stopped spreading.

According to the butler's request, Sol must clean up any obvious dirt.

He clenched the mop in his hand, gritted his teeth, and prepared to step forward.

At this moment, the hard-cover book on his left shoulder suddenly flew to his chest and opened with a clatter.

Saul was stunned. This was the first time the hard-cover book had changed.

He was overjoyed. Did Goldfinger know that he was in crisis, so he took the initiative to save him?

Thor glanced at the blood on the ground with his peripheral vision, focusing most of his attention on the book.

The hardcover book froze on a blank page, and a few lines of words appeared quickly on it:

【New moon calendar year 314, May 21st,

When you were cleaning the floor in the corridor, you saw a pool of blood seeping out from behind the door. Although it felt scary, in order to complete the task and avoid being used as fertilizer, you stepped forward to wipe the floor.

But it’s so difficult to wipe the floor. Why does the more you wipe the floor, the more blood there is?

You look down and realize that it’s you who is bleeding!

The next day, an extra mummy appeared in the garbage room of the Wizard Tower.】

Sol's legs softened and he almost fell into the trash can behind him.

He propped himself up with a mop stick and looked at the pool of blood with lingering fear.

"It turns out that my golden finger is a warning of death crisis. In this scary and gloomy place, it is actually very practical."

He never thought that this hard-cover book would lie to him.

What value does he have to be deceived?

Saul pushed the cart carefully, trying to avoid the blood. At this time, the hard-cover book in front of him changed again.

[You were afraid of the unknown pool of blood and decided not to clean up the ground.

In the morning, you were called away by the housekeeper because the floor was untidy.

The next day, new flower fertilizer was added to the greenhouse, and you were very satisfied with your smelly new form.】

Sol: "..."

Depend on!

No matter what you choose, will you die?