Death Wizard Diary

The gardener once said that the Soul-Eating Claw is located in an abandoned laboratory, so he may be a creature cultivated or improved by previous wizards.

Moreover, people had fallen down before Sol. Judging from the gardener's tone, no one died there.

Then this soul-eating claw should not be a very aggressive creature.

The reason why Thor was willing to try the plan recommended to him by the Soul-Eating Claw was that, firstly, he felt that this guy was sensitive to souls and might also have an innate intuition about spirit ester materials; secondly, he had no clue at the moment anyway.

Re-arrange, rearrange.

Thor took out the replaceable materials he found and replaced them with reagents rolled out of seaweed dumplings.

Of course, before trying it, he still asked Diary to check the product first.

Thor was very proficient in debugging this potion, and he soon saw the underwater whirlpool.

"It doesn't seem to be any different." Sol held the test tube in one hand and picked up the pen in the other hand to continue recording the reaction.

"Then next..." After the reagent was completely reacted, Thor took out a small piece of plastic bone that he had refined and slowly poured the new reagent on top.

The plastic bone softened again, and Sol gently stirred it with a glass stirring rod.

"It's softer." Sol finally found some differences in the results, "but there doesn't seem to be much change in nature."

Thor turned his head and found that the root of the black tentacle had been attached to the back of his neck again without knowing when, and the tip was dangling next to his cheek.

From time to time, it went to the diary twice, as if it could vaguely feel something; from time to time, it shuttled between the materials on Sol's table, and it was about to tie a knot.

"Come back." Thor shouted softly.

The black tentacle immediately retracted to the side of his cheek, surprisingly obedient and honest.

"The diary does not respond to the softened plastic bone. It seems that at this step, it cannot be called a spirit ester."

After absorbing West Germany's soul fragment, Thor's left hand suddenly gained the recognition of the diary and got the unpleasant name of Lingyi.

"Perhaps what is lacking is the catalyst of soul fragments..."

Sol wrote down his conjectures in his notes.

"But where can I get soul fragments? The book mentioned that the souls of ordinary people dissipate very quickly. Normally, only the mental power of a wizard apprentice can form more stable spiritual fragments. And ordinary people cannot form more stable spiritual fragments unless they are contaminated by pollution or extremely strong

The mental body fluctuates, otherwise it will be difficult for the soul to exist for a long time, so soul fragments are also very rare."

Even working in the morgue, it is difficult for Thor to encounter soul fragments.

Even if there is, it is likely to be intercepted in the first or second corpse room.

But he couldn't give up the raw material of plastic bones for the soul fragments.

"Do I still have to spend money to buy it?"

The drying up of wallets has been accelerating recently, and Sol is worried. After all the loot is spent, will he be able to rely on his monthly credit salary to save money little by little?

…

"Tower Master, Ralph from the Bloodthorn Family is here to visit you." A male second-level apprentice with blond hair and blue eyes and no emotional changes stood at the door of the living room and bowed deeply to Golsa who was sitting inside.

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This is the eighteenth floor of the Wizard Tower. The eighteenth to twenty-first floors all belong to the tower owner Gorsa alone.

There is a large reception room on the 18th floor, which is magnificently decorated.

Most of the things that kings and nobles pursue and love can be found there.

But it was just a place to entertain ordinary guests.

Next to the conference room, there is an inconspicuous small living room.

This is where the tower master usually meets his mentors and apprentices.

There are no common tables and chairs in the living room. They are all sofas wrapped in soft cotton and thick pile carpets that cover the entire floor of the house and will sink into them when walking.

Several rows of flower stands were built on the walls of the living room, and the flowers planted on them were the companion flowers that Sol had selected.

At this time, these accompanying flowers were all swaying from side to side in unison, as if they were dancing or stretching their necks and singing loudly.

On the outer wall, there are two rectangular windows that are almost floor-to-ceiling. The translucent frosted glass makes the sunlight that comes in a little gray.

The owner of the entire wizard tower, Gortha, was sitting on the largest sofa in the living room. His whole body was wrapped in a huge dark red cloak, with only a little pink chin exposed under the hood.

Opposite Gorsa, stood a rickety old man with gray hair and wrinkles on his face.

The old man was very respectful, but seemed a little lackluster.

It is Thor's apparent mentor, Kaz.

The two were talking and were interrupted by the apprentice responsible for delivering messages.

Gortha turned his head and looked at his apprentice, "The Bloodthorn Family?"

The apprentice's back sank a little further, "It is the family origin of West, the second-level apprentice in the tower."

After being reminded by his apprentice, Kaz remembered this.

"Ralph of Bloodthorn? Isn't he dead? I remember he was buried in a hurry."

"Oh, I remembered it." Gorsa suddenly said to Kaz with interest, "The flesh and blood witchcraft of the Bloodthorn family is quite interesting. It's a pity that it is not in the direction of our research, otherwise it would be difficult to recruit him as a mentor.

good."

Kaz smiled awkwardly and reminded Gorsa in a low voice, "Tower Master, Sid is the apprentice killed by Thor. Sid is also Ralph's grandson."

"Oh, what does Ralph want to do here?"

This sentence was spoken to the messenger apprentice.

The apprentice still maintained the posture of bowing and saluting. When he heard the tower master's question, he immediately replied: "Ralph wants to take away the body of his grandson."

"Haha," Golsa chuckled, "Ralph is also a wizard who majors in dark attributes. How could he think there could be a corpse left behind? How about we pick up a random bone in the ground and give it to him?"

Kaz: "..."

"You're kidding." Seeing Kaz's expression, Gorza knew what he was thinking, "The other party is also an official first-level wizard after all, so he can't be so rude."

Kaz felt that there were some things that the tower owner was concerned about, and he had to pay attention to them, so he took the initiative to say: "The other party may be trying to find the murderer."

That was the apprentice you first fell in love with!

"That makes sense." Gorza nodded.

Then, he suddenly disappeared.

Kaz took a deep breath, and the cold breath flowed down the gap between his teeth, making him feel extremely sore.

I always feel like the tower owner won’t do anything good!

Seeing that the messenger apprentice was still pouting, Kaz asked him to step back first.

He turned back and walked to a frosted window, lightly touched it with his hand, and saw the scene outside.

Close range, very clear.

As expected, the tower owner had already appeared in front of Ralph who was waiting outside the tower.

…

Ralph had just got out of the carriage and was waiting.

He was wearing a black noble dress and stood in front of the wizard's tower gate with a sad face.

He didn't think he would meet Gorza easily.

After all, the other party is a second-level wizard with identity and status. Even if he, a first-level wizard with no background, is asked to wait for a long time, it is possible.

But Ralph never expected that less than five minutes after he handed over the words, a figure would instantly appear in front of him.

Ralph had never met Gorza, but he could recognize him immediately.

Flash in an instant!

As expected of a powerful second-level wizard who is ranked among the best in the entire wizarding world, Gorza can actually touch the space spells that only fourth-level wizards can study.

Ralph went crazy with jealousy and became more determined to get back the Death Wizard's diary!

He is convinced that as long as he activates the diary, he will be able to use the knowledge in the diary to successfully advance to the fourth level!

At that time, both Golza and the family behind him will have no choice but to lick the soles of Ralph's shoes!

"I know why you came here." Although Gorsa was completely hidden in his cloak, his tone was still gentle, as if he was trying to comfort him, "Now that I have joined the Wizard Tower, even if I die, my body will be mine."

Things. Go back."

Ralph knew that things would not go well, but he could not give up easily. Even if he could learn the identity of the murderer, he could stay nearby and watch for him to appear.

However, negotiations require some negotiation, so Ralph first made an even more extreme request.

"I understand, sir. It is an honor for West Germany to contribute to your research. But I hope to be able to kill the murderer with my own hands. For this reason, I am willing to exchange Bloodthorn's family witchcraft knowledge with you."

"Well..." Gorsa pondered for a moment.

Is there any drama?

The corners of Ralph's downturned mouth tightened little by little.

Who knows the next moment, Gorsa suddenly raised his hand, revealing his pink palm.

"Go back, do you hear me?"

Ralph immediately felt extremely humiliated, but he suppressed his anger and made himself look more humble, "Dear Lord Gorsa..."

A dazzling white light suddenly burst out from Gorsa's palm.

"That's..." Ralph only had time to raise this thought before he began to feel his whole body burning.

It doesn't hurt, but it burns.

The old butler Hunter, who had been silently leading the horse behind Ralph, was dumbfounded to see his master's body twisting and clumping instantly after the white light, as if his hair had been exposed to an open flame.

An old head fell onto a pair of straight human legs with a thud.

The three finally rolled into a ball.