Diary of the Death Wizard

I am most afraid that the air will suddenly be quiet for a long time.

Seeing that Konsha remained silent, Saul was a little anxious, his eyes were still covered with gauze.

"It seems that my worries are superfluous, then..." Kongsha suddenly didn't dare to give Sol a suggestion, she changed the euphemism, "If you are interested in the plan to strengthen mental power, I can bring You go somewhere. You're sure to find a suitable locator there."

"Locator..." Although Sol already has a diary, he still has no idea how to turn the diary into his own locator.

It would be good if he could learn from other locator solutions, and he can expand his thinking.

"Senior Kong Sha, the locator is not so easy to find, is it? Is the place you mentioned particularly dangerous?"

"Yes! But a powerful locator can only appear in a dangerous place. Sol, you are indeed... excellent now, but if you want to continue on the path of a wizard, you cannot satisfy your current achievements. Sometimes, you just want to Stop and rest, and when you start again, you will find that you will never catch up."

The eyeballs in Kongsha's head retracted one by one, as if feeling her sad mood.

"Could this be Konsha's real experience?" Sol thought, "Sorry, I still need to think about it."

Despite his heartbeat, Saul didn't immediately agree.

Kongsha's shoulders sank slightly, "I can give you the locator plan first. Even if you don't need this plan, you can sell it to others at a high price. For second-level apprentices, the locator has always been the rarest. "

The work in the second warehouse is really hot, and Sol's butt has not been hot yet, and he has already been targeted by so many people.

Now what Ferguson obviously wants is a candle, and what Kongsha wants is the elf whisper with the number 117.

The first thing, Thor once heard Ku Jin say that it seems useless, but it is actually very valuable. If Thor took this thing out, they would have a handle in their hands, and they would be blackmailed by Ku Jin and the others.

The second thing is the elf item that Senior Byron once warned Saul not to touch before the third level.

In fact, Sol is very strange. It is obvious that their witchcraft texts include Elvish language, so why is Elf-related items a taboo?

But Sol was too weak at that time, and he didn't have the energy and qualifications to explore the reason.

This time he had a chance to find out. But until he is sure, he will never bring elf-related things with him like Konsha and Sid.

Sol is really curious about the elf doll, which can make apprentice wizards dare not use their mental power just by holding it in their hands.

Isn't this a proper weapon against wizards?

"How about this, senior Kong Sha, within ten days, if I am ready, I will go to the dormitory to find you at the time agreed before."

Sol didn't send Konsha off. If he didn't want to cooperate, he wouldn't set the time so long, but let the other party give up as soon as possible without hope.

At five past three, Sol finally returned to the second warehouse.

He first went to check the messenger pen, and found that there was no task today.

Then he turned around and passed through the corpses, and came under the wall to confirm the number of lit candles.

91.

This number was a little dangerous, and Sol quickly increased it to more than one hundred.

He held up the lighter and waited for a while, but none of the candles suddenly went out.

Saul nodded with satisfaction, "No wonder Kujin said that the second warehouse is the safest place, this task is easy to complete!"

In the next second, Sol, who worked hard to light the lamp, put away the electric lamp in his hand, moved a large box, and moved it under an unlit candle lamp.

Holding a beaker in his left hand and a small knife in his right, he climbed onto the box.

Standing on the box, Thor's eye level was as high as the candlelight.

He cut a small piece of candle directly with a knife and threw it into the beaker attached under the candlestick.

Saul squatted down and put the knife and beaker by his feet, stood up again, took out the lamplighter and tried to light the candle.

Without any accident, the candle was lit, but it was a bit shorter than the candles in other candlesticks.

Sol turned around and looked around the entire warehouse. All candles in the storeroom have candles of the same height.

Only the candle he had cut was short.

"The candle lights in the Wizard Tower are always bright and never extinguished, and the candles inside have never been replaced. Why are the heights the same? It's as if they were accurately measured by a machine."

Thor jumped down from the box, picked up the beaker and knife and went back to the long table.

"I used to think that some servant or apprentice would be responsible for changing the candles. But only I and the tower owner can freely enter and exit the second warehouse, and no one else can enter, so this should be the effect of witchcraft."

Thinking of this, Sol suddenly put down the beaker, and ran back to the big box holding the dagger.

He pushed the large box under a broken candleless lampstand. Climb up again and use the short knife to pry the candle holder off the wall.

The base of the candlestick was firmly fixed to the wall by six long iron nails. Even with the strength of Sol's arms, it took a lot of effort to pull out one candlestick.

The iron nails that were detached from the wall fell out of the base of the candlestick under the action of inertia, and fell to the ground with a jingle.

Sol transferred both the knife and the candlestick to his left hand, and pressed his right hand against the wall, leaning over to explore the hole exposed under the candlestick.

On the wall below the base, there is a small hole with a diameter of about one centimeter, and the inside is dark with no details.

Sol gently moved his right fingertips near the hole.

"Light Art."

The interior of the small hole was slightly illuminated by a warm-colored voodoo light.

Inside the hole were neither rough dirt walls nor smooth metal pipes, but something wrinkled and fleshy-looking—something like a blood vessel or intestine.

At the bottom of the blood vessel, there is a thin layer of dry white substance.

Sol immediately turned his head and looked at his left hand.

The bottom of the long-damaged candlestick he was holding also had a thin layer of dried-up white substance.

"Could these two things be the same substance?" With curiosity, Sol tried to dig out some white substance from the inside of the pipe with the short knife in his hand.

But the blade of the short knife is not narrow enough, and the layer of white substance is deep in the pipe, unless the wall is destroyed, it cannot be reached at all.

Sol originally wanted to run back to change a steel needle or tweezers, but before he acted, he suddenly asked himself, "If I touch it, will it be dangerous?"

Diary is unresponsive.

So Saul replied again: "There should be no danger. After all, candles are scattered all over the Wizard Tower. The rulebook only says that you can't extinguish the candles, but it doesn't mention that you can't touch the candles. Like my work, I often need to be in contact with candles. Might come across candles. Since it's not mentioned in the rules, the candles themselves should be harmless."

Thinking of this, Sol directly inserted the tip of his right finger into the pipe—the diary didn’t move—and gently dug out a bit of the white substance.

But when he hooked his index finger, he suddenly felt that the pipe seemed to move.

As if being scratched by someone suddenly, he shrank slightly.

The tremor was so slight that Thor wondered if he had read it wrong.

He reached in and dug again, but nothing happened.

He gently, like scratching an itch, hung strand by strand on the inner wall of the pipe.

Suddenly, the pipe really moved again.

The trembling was still slight this time, but Saul, who was mentally prepared, could see clearly this time.

That pipe is alive!

It's so ticklish!

Sol pressed back the cut-off candlestick with a complex expression. Of course, he also got some of the white substance in the candlestick, but he didn't dare to mess with the "vessel".

After that, he returned to the long table with the two substances in his hands.

Now, the messy long table was pushed out by Sol to a small open space. A small piece of candle, the white substance dug out of the pipe, and the white substance left in the candlestick were placed respectively.

Sol took out a little bit of each of these substances, and did various basic property testing experiments.

After several rounds of experiments, the performance of the three substances is exactly the same, and it is basically confirmed that they are the same substance, that is, the candle itself.

"The candles in the candlesticks are piped in. So the candles here are unmaintained and never burn out."

"The candles in the storeroom are the same as the ones outside, except that they are extinguished, and the candles themselves do not shorten. So there should be a living pipe under the candlesticks elsewhere."

Thinking of this, Solton felt a little creepy.

He looked up and looked around, "Could it be that we are actually living in the body of some kind of creature?"

Various materials are displayed in the cold warehouse, including the limbs of various creatures. Even if those ports are neat and smooth, it will not alleviate the pain they suffer when they die.

All the cruelty, blood, and darkness are hidden under neatly cut stone slabs...

"Could it be that the wizard tower is a synthetic creature? There are countless creatures sealed here?"

Countless creatures have countless grievances, so the wizard tower can never be plunged into darkness.

Because of the darkness, the dormant fear will be awakened!

Recently, each chapter has a lot of words, so I am now 5000 parties, not 4000 parties.

evolved~