Death Wizard Diary

Golza turned to look at the old housekeeper and asked softly as if he was afraid of scaring him: "Is your master's coffin still there?"

Hunter felt that he might have forgotten what fear was. Faced with such a gentle voice, he could only answer with human instinct.

"Yes, sir."

Gorsa nodded, "I'll trouble you to send him back."

"Okay, sir."

The next second, Gorsa's figure disappeared again.

Hunter walked forward numbly, wrapped his arms around him, picked up the former owner's head and legs, and silently put them back into the carriage.

"Master, let's go home."

Golza saw off the visitor easily and returned to the living room the next second.

He sat down on the sofa, leaned back, and let out a comfortable sigh.

It seemed like he had just done some strenuous exercise.

And Kaz, when he saw that Ralph only had three small pieces left, stood back to his original position.

"Ha, Kaz, how's it going? I haven't forgotten the light in my light-attribute witchcraft, right?"

Kaz lowered his head respectfully.

"No matter what attribute you major in, you are always so powerful."

Gorsa nodded with satisfaction.

"But why did you let Ralph go?" Kaz was very puzzled.

Why should you hold back when killing people?

"I asked him to stay in the coffin. He will not be able to recover within four or five years."

Gorza's explanation was very pale, but Kaz could only nod.

He didn't understand it at all.

Could it be that the tower owner was worried about the Blood Rose family to which the Bloodthorn family originally belonged, so he didn't kill it? But that was all a long time ago, right?

At this time, Kaz heard the tower master say again: "By the way, tell Thor the location of the Bloodthorn Family in three years and ask him to go there."

"Well?"

"You should solve the trouble you caused by yourself. If he hasn't become a second-level apprentice in three years, let him die outside!"

"I understand. Shall I go back first?"

Gorsa nodded, then leaned on the sofa without speaking or moving.

At this time, he is like a cloak.

He was spread out flat on the sofa.

Kaz left the living room and quietly closed the door.

Then, the corner of his mouth twitched.

"The tower owner wants Thor to go to the Bloodthorn family. Does he want to train Thor, or does he want him to be exposed to flesh and blood witchcraft? Does the tower owner really want Thor to participate in our experiment? How many years will it take to wait..."

Kaz shook his head and left with his hands behind his back.

Butler Hunter's driving skills were very good. Even at high speed, his master's round head was still sitting firmly on the soft cushion of the seat.

Passing through the town, the old housekeeper did not stop the carriage to find a place to rest, but kept the carriage running quickly.

It seems that if he slows down a little, he will follow in his master's footsteps.

It wasn't until the stars appeared overhead that the carriage stopped in a mountain valley.

The muscles on the old butler's face suddenly trembled, and his whole body seemed to come alive, and he rolled and crawled into the carriage.

"Master, master!"

He held up Ralph's head and poured a jar of prepared plasma on it.

The blood flowed down Ralph's face and into his mouth, as if there was an invisible force guiding the way.

Ralph's fixed gray eyes suddenly moved.

Then the mouth recovered a little.

"Quick, I want to eat meat!"

shouted Ralph very weakly.

The old butler quickly sent Ralph's leg over.

Ralph didn't care that it was his own body. Red flesh suddenly stretched out from his neck that was as black as coal and wrapped around his legs.

Then there was the sound of chewing.

"Not enough, not enough!" His neck was eating and his mouth was not idle.

Without hesitation, the old butler pulled out a long knife from the basement of the carriage, cut off his left arm with one blow, endured the severe pain, and handed it to the underside of Ralph's neck.

Ralph refused to accept anyone who came, and devoured the old butler's arm.

"Not enough, not even close!"

The old butler immediately cut off his right leg with a knife, and put it next to Ralph with the tip of the knife.

Now he couldn't sit still anymore and fell down in the carriage and gasped softly.

Just when he was thinking about whether he would let his master devour him directly next, Ralph was finally satisfied.

In other words, I am temporarily satisfied.

He stuck out his tongue, which was several meters long, and touched the old housekeeper's arms and thighs.

The old housekeeper's severed limb healed immediately, but he failed to grow new limbs.

"Go back to the manor first. I need to recuperate for a few years." Ralph's neck became a little longer, and he tilted his head tiredly and fell on the cushion.

"Yes, Master." The old butler propped up his body with one hand, then wrapped his feet on the frame of the car to fix his body, and continued to drive back.

At this night, if any pedestrian saw the old housekeeper driving the carriage, he would probably be scared to death.

Ralph's curses could be heard in the carriage.

"Gorza, this madman! This murderer! Dictator! I curse you to be betrayed by everyone and eat your flesh and blood!"

But even when he cursed, Ralph kept his voice low for fear of spreading outside the carriage.

Hunter knew that his master was really scared this time.

After a while, Ralph had vented enough and said to Hunter: "I'm afraid I won't be able to recover until four or five years this time. During this time, you have to be careful not to let anyone know that I am still alive."

"Understood, Master." The old housekeeper responded.

Ralph then closed his eyes and prepared to rest.

His butler never let him down.

"Waiting for me, waiting for me to recover, waiting for me to find the diary... I will never let them go!"

………………

Neither Golza nor Kaz was keeping an eye on Sol's learning progress all day long.

They seemed extremely certain that Sol would become a second-level apprentice within three years.

Without knowing it at all, Thor relied on his own persistence to finally increase his magic power to 45 joules two years later.

At the same time, he has also analyzed the construction rules of a level 1 witchcraft. As long as he wants to, he can be promoted on the spot.

But Senior Byron suggested that he try to increase his magic power to 50 joules and then learn level 1 witchcraft.

Thor decided to listen to the experience of those who had experienced it, and suppressed himself from practicing level 1 witchcraft.

The process of increasing the magic power from 14 joules to 45 joules was not as smooth as Thor imagined.

Even thinking about it is a tragic memory mixed with sadness and tears.

The improvement progress of magic value always gets stuck at a certain value from time to time, and cannot be continued to increase through meditation.

He asked, other people also have this situation, but few people are as stuck as Sol.

What’s even more annoying is that Keli has never been stuck!

Moreover, she had successfully advanced to the second-level apprenticeship three months ago.

That day she couldn't wait to show off in front of Sol, and kindly told him that she had chosen one of two consecutive empty rooms on the 12th floor, waiting for Sol to be promoted so that she could continue to live next door to her.

Even though he has not yet been promoted to Level 2, Sol has done a lot of useful work in the past two years and has gained a lot.

With Xiao Zao's help and his diary, he successfully optimized the plastic bones, updated his left hand, and successfully transformed his right hand with the optimization plan.

Yes, after confirming that this solution would not affect the flexibility of his hands, Sol melted his right hand without hesitation!

Both of his hands are now light gray, smooth and delicate on the outside, somewhat transparent, and the white bones inside are vaguely visible.

Moreover, his sculpting and shaping skills have also improved a lot. His newly transformed hands look like plaster sculptures in the art room, which is somewhat beautiful.

In addition to bringing two major increases in magic power to Thor, these hands also opened up a new ability after Thor incorporated soul fragments - spirit ester control.

This ability allows Thor to hardly adjust his mental power when releasing level 0 dark attribute witchcraft. The release is quick and simple, as natural as waving a hand.

Not only that, this time Thor also deliberately found a way to solve the problem of his hands being afraid of electricity. He drew a set of symmetrical and interactive witchcraft runes on the bones of his hands to resist the electric field.

In this way, if he puts on a pair of insulating gloves outside, he will basically have no fear of electricity!