Diary of the Death Wizard

Although Mentor Rum didn't seem very happy, he let Sol go.

However, shortly after Saul left, someone knocked on Rum's door again.

"Mentor." It was Nick's voice.

With permission, Nick came in.

He had a smile on his face all the time, which was completely different from his usual expressionless expression.

Rum took a few glances at Nick and understood the current state of the other party, "Has the potion been absorbed almost?"

The smile on Nick's face became bright, "Yes, mentor, I can feel that my emotions are becoming more and more stable now. I don't have to always suppress myself like before."

Unexpectedly, Rum sighed, "You have stayed in the second level for a long time, which made me wonder whether this path is really suitable for you."

"This is the path I chose, so don't worry about it." Nick said, his expression suddenly changed, and he couldn't help crying.

Rum is not surprised, knowing that this is the ordeal that Nick must pass through to be promoted.

It is easy for no one to be promoted except for some of the heaven's favored ones.

In the wizarding world, promotion at every stage is dangerous, but promotion is necessary.

Once you choose to walk the path of a wizard, you must keep moving forward, and stagnating for a long time is also a fatal danger.

Rum tapped his belly lightly with his hand, making ripples.

"I heard that the tower master saved you halfway and took Sol away?"

Nick calmed down a bit, and raised his hand to wipe away his tears, "Yes."

He thought for a while, and then took the initiative to say: "Byron once said that Saul was a student of the tower master in Laishou Valley. Although he later explained that he made it up temporarily to deceive the enemy, but now I think that what Byron said may be true of."

Instructor Rum nodded slowly.

He nods very slightly, because nodding puts his chin on the fat of his neck.

"Perhaps Sol's work in the tower was personally arranged by the tower owner. It's a pity...he was originally suitable for majoring in light."

In this wizard tower, no one can disobey the orders of the tower master Gorza, not even the high-ranking mentors.

Rum suddenly changed the subject, "Have you been to Mofan Town?"

Nick had registered and handed in this task in the registration room, but he did not mention that Saul completed the task for him.

He has selfish intentions in this task, and just wants to conceal his role in it as much as possible.

But when Rum asked in person, Nick was in a state of emotional instability for promotion. He didn't dare to hide it, so he could only say lightly: "Before I came to Mofan Town, I received the news of my father's death, and I entrusted someone else to help me complete the task." Now the mosheng fruit there is basically destroyed due to the invasion of the barbarians, and I am afraid that they will not be able to pay tribute to the mosheng fruit in the future. I have already proposed to the registration office to withdraw the asylum of Mofan Town."

"It doesn't need to be so troublesome." Rum smiled softly, "Mofan Town has completely disappeared."

Nick looked up in astonishment, the surprised expression on his face couldn't be concealed at all, and even a little bit of fear.

Rum looked indifferent, "Fortunately, you have already started to be promoted, so you don't need to grind your voice to help you suppress your emotions."

Nick behaved a little strangely, he pursed his lips tightly. The muscles at the corners of the mouth trembled constantly, and the pupils narrowed like the eyes of a needle.

It was as if he had heard some terrible news.

Rum suddenly reached out and pressed Nick's head.

"Don't be so afraid, Nick. You are one of my favorite students. Even if you make a small mistake now and then, I won't eat you right away."

Nick knelt down on the ground with a "thud", wanting to beg for mercy, but his throat trembled and he couldn't speak.

Seeing Nick in such agitation, Teacher Rum's head slowly slid from the top of his body to near his belly, staring at Nick's forehead that was beginning to ooze sweat.

"Forget about Mofan Town. You don't have to worry about Sol's side." Rum gently stroked Nick's head with his hand, and with his movements, strands of brown hair fell to the ground , and then ablated as if corroded.

"Yes, mentor." Nick raised his eyes and looked at the hair on the ground, tears could not stop falling down.

"Although this is the Golsa Wizard Tower, I am your mentor after all. If you really don't want to participate, just continue to do research honestly."

"As a student I value, your attitude is naturally determined. Don't always try to please both sides."

"Yes, yes, mentor..." Nick's teeth began to chatter, and his voice was choked and indistinct.

"Seeing that you are about to be promoted, I will spare you once. Go to the opposite room and wait for your emotions to stabilize before leaving."

"yes."

Nick crawled backwards out of the room divided by the curtain.

When he left, all his hair had fallen out, revealing a bald spot that wasn't very flat.

Rum stroked his head upwards and returned to the top of his body.

"It doesn't matter." As if answering someone's question, "If you don't move at all, you will be suspicious. Anyway, Bill is dead, isn't it? It saves you to make a move."

"Hehehehe..."

Laughter echoed in the room, but was blocked by the thick curtain, and it couldn't come out at all.

...

Sol, who left Rum's room, didn't know what price Nick had paid for his little thoughts.

His attention was completely absorbed by the conversation of passing apprentices.

"It is said that the second-level apprentice who picked up the dead flower last time voluntarily gave up."

Two second-level female apprentices stood between the ramps on the twelfth and thirteenth floors and whispered to each other.

Saul, who was pushing the cart, slowed down.

"Is this task difficult?"

"I don't think it's difficult to solve the problem. It's rare to find the person who caused the problem. Last time after Surrey took over the mission, he squatted for a few days and found no abnormalities. As a result, another servant died yesterday morning."

The other female apprentice smiled disdainfully. She rolled her eyes, her braided hair raised like a cobra.

"Lucy, why don't we take on this mission? Since someone has given up on the mission, the reward credits for this mission will definitely increase again."

The apprentice named Lucy was moved when he heard the words, "Okay, then let's go now, don't let anyone beat you!"

The two hit it off and disappeared at the turn of the ramp hand in hand.

Saul, who had been moving in small steps for a long time, opened his legs.

"Sure enough, my second dream also happened in reality."

When passing the twelfth floor, Sol glanced inward.

The dead flowers that once stood in the corridor have long been cleaned up.

"I hope they can solve the mastermind behind the scenes. I still want to sleep well."

There are no public classes for second-level apprentices. Of course, if they really want to listen, they can also go to the class of first-level apprentices.

After entering the second level, there will be obvious gaps in each person's knowledge field and level. Forcing them to gather together for class will only slow down everyone's progress.

Therefore, after being promoted to the second level, personal learning is mainly self-study, and you can get guidance from your tutor every few days.

To prevent the apprentice from going further and further down the wrong path and accidentally blowing himself up.

First-level apprentices need to test the progress of their studies (or work) every month, and at the second level, it becomes every six months.

It's just that Sol has just been promoted to the second level, and there is a one-year preparation period before his first test.

For a long time, he didn't have to worry about his own tests.

So, after adapting to the work in the second warehouse, Sol started his new round of research journey.

There are many materials in the second warehouse, and a small part is not marked with any serial number. It is stated in the rulebook that Thor can use these materials, as long as they are not squandered and wasted.

The things in the warehouse can only be used by himself, and cannot be taken out of the warehouse to other apprentices.

Therefore, although this job is very cumbersome and there is not much time to study and research, it still attracts many people.

Although there is no big man in charge of guarding outside the mortuary, the three metal doors are not decorations.

There is a certain connection between them and the messenger pen, which can automatically judge which materials are within the scope of the task requirements and which are not.

Once there are materials out of range on the body, there is no way to push open the metal door.

At least Saul didn't.

After sorting out the materials in the warehouse for two days, Sol received another task from Katz's mentor.

There are dozens of mission materials this time. Fortunately, Saul's key list has been completed halfway, otherwise it would be difficult to complete the mission on time.

On the way to push the cart out of the warehouse, Saul met a man on the way.

The man was wearing a thick long cloak like the tower master, with a mask on his face, and came out of the corridor on the left.

"He should be the person in charge of the first warehouse." Sol stopped where he was, thinking about whether to say hello.

But the other party walked straight past Sol without stopping.

There is no intention of greeting.

Sol laughed to himself.

After wandering around in the outside world, with a few friends around him, he almost forgot that the wizard tower is actually a cold place.

However, Sol's smile hadn't dissipated yet, but the person in front stopped suddenly.

Immediately alerted in his heart, Sol also stopped, and the two kept a distance of two meters.

The other party did not turn around, but bowed his head deeply.

As he lowered his head, a crack appeared in the hat on the back of his head.

Under the crack, an ugly woman's face was revealed.

Like the creepiest witch in anime.

"I like your eyes, can you give them to me?" the woman asked in a hoarse voice.

"Sorry," Sol's face turned cold, "I'm still useful."