Diary of the Death Wizard

Seeing that Ferguson took another step forward, with murderous intent in his eyes, Saul quickly returned and pushed the door open a crack.

"Senior, don't be angry. I still need to study this candle to avoid trouble for both of us. Besides, even if this transaction is suspended, we can talk about other materials, can't we?"

Ferguson, who was about to go berserk, suddenly calmed down.

The unexpected function of the candle made him forget his original intention for a while.

The candle was just a bait to control Sol, and the life-saving thing he really needed was still in the second warehouse.

"Then give me back the magic crystal!" Ferguson stretched out a hand expressionlessly.

"Okay, I'll go in and get it now." Sol smiled, turned his head... the whole person froze in place, motionless.

When Ferguson saw that Saul agreed, but he stood there without moving, he suddenly felt like he was being played.

Five hundred magic crystals is not a big deal for a third-level apprentice, but it is not a small amount. If Sol dares to snatch it, Ferguson will beat him to death even if he blocks the door before snatching it back.

With a word of urging, Saul still stood still.

Ferguson stepped forward and shook his arm again, "Otherwise, give me the candle!"

As soon as the words fell, Ferguson, who was about to be pissed off by Saul, finally noticed the abnormality.

The interior of the bronze door that was pushed open by Sol through a gap revealed a colorful scene.

The shaking is like ripples on the water surface, and the color changes are dazzling.

"Is the inside of the bronze gate actually like this? I don't think I've heard anything about it from Ku Jin."

After all, Ferguson wasn't a warehouse manager, and Kujin wouldn't tell him everything.

So Ferguson didn't notice that Sol's hand was only on the right side of the bronze door, but the two doors of the door were pushed inward a little at the same time!

Sol dared not move.

Although Instructor Katz only told him the rules once, he remembered every rule clearly.

When pushing open the first metal door, you can only push the left or right one. If the doors on both sides are pushed open at the same time, immediately stand still until the doors are closed.

Therefore, when Sol turned his head and saw that the two gates were all opened inward, he immediately stood there and did not dare to move again.

Even after Ferguson had leaned forward and snatched his candle away, he remained motionless.

like a sculpture.

Ferguson also felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

"I took the candle, the next transaction...I...will...go..."

Saul stared blankly at Ferguson in front of him.

Ferguson stood in front of him, holding a red candle in his hand, his lips were still moving.

But he didn't notice it himself, his lips moved slower and slower, and his voice became more and more blurred.

In Sol's perspective, slender white arms protruded from the inside of the metal bronze door with both doors open.

Those arms have the same slender five fingers, slender and rotten, like noodles that have been boiled for hours.

But they were very strong, one by one wrapped around Ferguson's body several times, and slowly pulled him into the gate.

Ferguson still didn't notice, his mouth opened and closed.

Noodle-like fingers got into his mouth, nostrils, ears...

Saul couldn't hear what the other party said at all.

Looking at Ferguson who was gradually being entangled into a mummy by "noodles", Saul didn't dare to move, only his eyes trembled slightly, turning to the corner of his eyes, and in the corner of his vision, he vaguely saw that Ferguson had also become soft. Little by little, slowly, it was stuffed into the crack of the door that was only as wide as a fist.

And Ferguson didn't notice it the whole time, until his face was swallowed by the door, and he was staring at Sol, as if waiting for his answer.

But he can never wait.

After devouring Ferguson, the inside of the bronze gate was full of illusions, undulating like waves. Sol seemed to be on the beach and heard the huge waves overturning the ship.

Even when Sol waited stiffly for the door to close, the soft and slender fingers like noodles stretched out from the inside of the door again.

A drop of cold sweat precipitated from the pores of the skin in an instant, gradually grew larger, and slid down, taking away more companions.

The pale fingers kept tapping, slapping, and groping along the ground, along the walls, and along the ceiling...

They are looking for any leftover food scraps.

Gradually the fingers touched Sol's ankle and began to climb up his calf.

This action is exactly the same as the one that devoured Ferguson just now.

Thor seemed to have seen the end of himself being restrained, squeezed and deformed like a piece of crystal mud, and then dragged into the narrow door crack.

He wanted to run, but the diary reminded him that if he moved, it would really turn into dough and be kneaded by hand.

So Thor didn't even dare to blink his eyes, and his pupils didn't dare to tremble anymore, so he just stood there stiffly.

Imagine yourself to be the same as those corpses around you.

Finally, the noodle-like fingers receded slowly, reluctantly shrunk back into the bronze gate.

The brilliant colors inside the door slowly stopped fluctuating, and the door gradually closed.

Sol's eyes kept staring at the crack of the gate, and finally waited until the bronze gate began to close.

When the two doors were completely closed, Sol fell to the ground as if he lost his strength.

"Ho ho ho ho ho ho..." Panting violently for a while, Sol stroked his sweat-soaked hair before propping himself up on the ground and slowly standing up.

He turned his head and saw the crowd of corpses in the corridor.

One by one, they faced the direction where Ferguson disappeared, and strange smiles suddenly appeared on their expressionless faces.

It's delicious, it's delicious...

Saul took two steps back, and didn't stop until his heels knocked on the door.

He was so nervous that he turned around to check in fear, and he was relieved to confirm that the door was tightly sealed without any trace of opening.

Ferguson was caught inside the gate, which was more or less ominous.

I am afraid that this matter must be reported to Instructor Katz.

But before that, there was one more thing Thor had to settle.

"You..." Sol looked at the group of corpses still standing facing the gate, "When will you go back?"

In the second warehouse before, the corpses were also attracted by red candles, but when the candles were extinguished, the corpses would automatically return to their places.

But now that the candle has entered the colorful world of the bronze gate, and the gate is closed, why don't these corpses go in?

Saul waited for a while, and looked at each other with a group of scary guys pretending to be honest.

These guys still won't go back.

Each corpse is numbered and is the most important material in the warehouse. It is impossible for Sol to let them stay outside the warehouse.

Seeing that the corpses were not moving, Thor let out a long sigh.

He carefully pushed the bronze door again. This time, the right side of the door opened separately, and the inside was also a normal room without those illusory ripples.

Sol looked at the group of corpses again, and asked slightly pleadingly: "The door is open, can you go back now?"

...

On this day, May 4, 316, the disappearance of Ferguson the Third Class had not yet caused an uproar among the Apprentices.

On this day, a newly promoted second-level apprentice named Saul spent several hours "hangchihangchi" moving nearly a hundred stiff and heavy corpses from the corridor on the first floor of the east tower to the second warehouse.

It wasn't that he hadn't thought about using the Mage's Hand, but like Ferguson, the magic power that made up the Mage's Hand was absorbed the moment it touched the corpse, and only pure physical contact could move these heavy corpses.

After putting down the last corpse, Sol brought the warehouse manual and checked the serial numbers of the corpses one by one with no expression on his face. After making sure that there was nothing missing, he threw the manual back on the table.

He pushed the large box under the discarded candlestick directly in front of the group of corpses, sat down on it, panted heavily, and glanced at these standing corpses one by one.

"I figured it out." Sol was so tired that his arms were trembling slightly, "Except for a few corpses of official wizards, you all ran out to watch the fun?"

Although these corpses had a bad reputation, Sol, who had been in close contact with them nearly a hundred times, couldn't feel any awe at this moment.

"If you want red candles, I still have a few here. Is it necessary to spend so much effort to go outside the warehouse?"

Sol wanted to knock those guys who ran out one by one, but when he thought of their performance after Ferguson disappeared, he was scared again.

At this time, he could only grumble and complain: "Go out and go out, why can't you come back after going out? Are you really just here to walk me?"