Diary of the Death Wizard

Saul stared at Hayden with his only remaining right eye, and saw his face fade away a little bit.

According to Sol's understanding, Hayden, who is huddled in the mortuary and does not attend classes, does not study, and does not make progress, probably wants to wait until he is thirty and leave the wizard tower to live a free and low-key life.

But the reality is not as beautiful as imagined.

The closed Hayden finally came into contact with the truth that he had never understood.

He slumped, his body swayed, and he pressed one hand on the tool table, messing up the neatly placed tools.

Just like his mood at the moment.

"I just said don't hide, don't hide, you coward, it's over now! Is it over?" Hayden with a pale face suddenly opened his mouth and said something that didn't match his expression.

Seeing Hayden like this, Sol raised his hand and squeezed his chin, thinking.

As a neighbor who has been with him for two years, he has long discovered that Hayden has some personality problems, and he seems to have evolved a second personality. It is not known whether it is the influence of witchcraft radiation, or his own heart disease.

At first, Saul didn't intend to pay attention to it, but in this cooperation, he suddenly felt that Hayden was actually a good assistant.

There is no extra curiosity, the basic knowledge is solid, and the 0-level witchcraft library is almost 100% unlocked by him. He has rich experience in experiments, and he does not know how many customers he has handled.

Most importantly, Hayden has no influence behind him.

Thor lowered his hand, fingers crossed.

"Senior Hayden, I'll give you a choice. Do you want to leave the Wizard's Tower at the age of thirty, or work hard in the last two years to reach the third level?"

Sol's question made Hayden loose his restraint for so many years, but thinking of his own situation, he became discouraged again.

"Sol, I'm 28 this year. The two years you said are really only two years away."

Saul didn't force Hayden either. He glanced back at the display cabinets full of human bodies, "If you change your mind and want to give it a try, you can come to me."

Sol walked out the door, "If you want to try, you can put an eye outside the door, I saw it, and I will come back to find you."

"You? You want to help me?" Hayden gasped. Looking at Saul, who was only fourteen years old, he felt a little ridiculous, but couldn't help but want to believe it.

"Do your best." Saul shrugged and opened the door of the morgue.

His white knuckles stood out against the crimson gate.

Leaving the mortuary, Sol saw that it was almost time, so he went to Kujin's dormitory for an appointment that implied calculations.

"Your eyes..." Kujin pushed open the door, and saw Sol, who was fine yesterday, turned into a one-eyed dragon today.

"A little experimental accident, it doesn't matter." Sol said casually.

When Thor walked into the room, Kujin closed the door directly from the outside, leaving himself outside.

Sol was startled, and immediately turned around to open the door.

When his hand touched the doorknob, a voice came from the direction of the bedroom.

"Don't be nervous, Ku Jin didn't come in because I was the one who wanted to discuss cooperation with you."

He turned around and saw Ferguson who took off his pants last night.

Sol's face was appropriately blank and vigilant, "Senior, who are you? Do you have anything to do with me?"

"Sit down." Ferguson pointed to the tables and chairs in the living room, "I'm used to sitting down and talking."

"Is it because you can't stand?" Thor thought to himself, hesitantly walked to the chair closest to the gate and sat down.

Ferguson chose the seat opposite Saul and sat down, looking like he was about to negotiate.

"I don't know what you are capable of, but you can actually replace Kujin for several years." Ferguson raised his chin and looked at Saul, "But there has always been an agreement between me and Kujin, I will give credits or other What Kujin needs, Kujin will provide me with unique materials in the second warehouse."

So straightforward?

Saul puffed up his chest, "That was a deal between you and Kujin. Now that he has left the warehouse, I don't have the ability to continue the deal with you like him."

Sol didn't say stupidly, "You guys are stealing materials from the warehouse?"

It's okay to be stupid, but it's fake if you're too stupid.

Ferguson didn't beat around the bush either, "What are your concerns?"

"Metal door, since you have already made a transaction, you should know that the door will automatically judge the content of the task. Things that have not been written with a messenger pen cannot be shipped out of the warehouse."

"We can help you with the transportation problem. So what questions do you have?"

us?

Is it secretly showing me that Kujin is also in it, or is there another partner?

Sol pondered for a few seconds, "What can you offer?"

"The most basic magic crystals, credits, and since you have accepted the task of the warehouse, you must not be able to go out for a long time, so the task of going out is basically out of your reach. If you need anything and there is nothing in the wizard tower, you can ask me, I can help you find it."

Sol folded his hands on his chest, leaning on the back of the chair, thinking to himself, "The pancake is round enough."

"Then what do you need me to transport? I declare in advance that I will not move anything with a number, even if you promise to help me solve the corresponding troubles."

Ferguson tapped lightly on the armrest, "Of course we won't touch taboos. We only want some ordinary things. We want to cooperate for a long time."

This time it was Saul who started to think about it.

"How can I guarantee that after trading with you, I won't be secretly reported by people?"

"Hahaha..." Ferguson leaned back, "What's the use of reporting? As long as you say that you used it yourself, will the tutors go to check the lack of those materials one by one?"

Ferguson raised a finger at Saul and shook it lightly, "You don't have to think about reporting. First, we have been doing this for many years, and second, the mentor actually knew about it. We are not greedy, It will not foolishly touch the bottom line of the mentors."

It seems that these guys have really been smuggling materials for a long time, but I am afraid that some of the words just now were meant for Saul.

Even if Saul hadn't overheard the conversation between the two, he wouldn't accept Ferguson's words completely.

"I know about this, but I need some time to think about it." Sol glanced at the hourglass clock on the wall and stood up. "It's almost three o'clock, and I'm going back to the warehouse."

Ferguson didn't stand up, but his face was slightly gloomy, and he folded his hands to cover his mouth.

"Sol, I think there is one thing you must understand. We are not wandering wizards, not lone wolves in the wasteland. It is normal to cooperate for a short or long term to achieve certain goals. Otherwise, why do you think Mr. Gorza Wizard Want to build a wizard tower? One person's power is limited after all."

Saul lowered his head slightly, "I understand what you mean, but it's also because I consider cooperation that I'm more cautious. If I agree to everything easily, you will worry about me cheating, right?"

Saul asked again, "What exactly do you want?"

Ferguson pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "For the sake of confidentiality, I will only tell you the moment before you enter the warehouse. If you haven't left the warehouse for a long time, or you didn't bring what we needed when you came out. Our The transaction is terminated immediately."

Not giving Sol time to prepare is obviously also to prevent him from having time to play tricks.

It's just that they didn't know that Saul had heard their plan long ago.

Sol supported his knees, stood up and said, "Well, it seems that what you want is not simple."

Ferguson's expression froze. He didn't want Saul to think so, so he quickly explained, "There are naturally no simple materials that can enter the warehouse of the Wizard Tower. I didn't tell you in advance because I was afraid of any accidents."

He tried to change the subject.

"You'd better not waste too much time on us. Give us an answer by tomorrow night, or we may switch partners."

Sol's smile turned cold instantly, "Change one? How? Are you threatening me?"

Being questioned by a second-level apprentice, Ferguson's anger flared up. But when he pressed his hands on the armrest and wanted to stand up, his movement changed from supporting to holding.

"It's not a threat," he suppressed his anger, holding on to the armrest tightly, as if he was about to break it, "it's just a necessary reminder."

After Ferguson subdued, Saul changed his expression instantly, and said with a smile: "Thank you senior for reminding me, then I will go first."

It's just that this time he didn't promise to think about it again.