Diary of the Death Wizard

Nick wasn't in the right shape.

Saul sized him up again.

Nick couldn't see a single hair on his body, and the already wide cloak on him could be used as a kite to lift him up.

The bloodshot eyes trembled from time to time, as if avoiding Sol's sight.

"If you want to go further, you always have to pay a price." Nick tried to make his tone look relaxed, but there were signs of tension all over him.

"Do you need my help?" Saul asked.

Nick just shook his head, "What do you want from me?"

"Okay... Senior, do you still have the Sound Grinding Fruit here? I need to use it for an experiment, and I want to buy some back."

Nick's pupils tightened suddenly, and he shook his head subconsciously, "No, what do you want it for? It can only temporarily stabilize the mood, and it's not very useful."

"I just need to use its ability to temporarily stabilize my emotions." Sol had already faintly noticed in the registration room that someone seemed to be hiding something on the issue of grinding the sound.

Judging from the current situation, Nick probably knows something.

Sol didn't want to wade into this muddy water. But if grinding sound can really help him stabilize his soul and enter the consciousness platform...

It was related to his promotion path, even if he knew there was a pit ahead, he still had to push forward.

Nick's eyeballs kept rolling, as if caught in a huge tangle.

Saul was sure that Nick must have the Grinding Fruit in his hand, but what he was a little uncertain about now was, would Nick, who seemed to be mentally unstable, really be willing to give him some?

Will you be scruples about the benefits and reject yourself?

At this time, Nick suddenly ducked under a cabinet, and stretched out his hand to grab it hard.

Saul followed behind, and after waiting for a while, he heard a crisp sound, and saw Nick stand up in a little embarrassment.

The movement was too fast just now, when his arm stretched under the cabinet, he rubbed and scraped under the cabinet fiercely. .

When he pulled his hand back, there were bright red marks on his arm.

Beads of blood came out little by little, and then merged into a wisp to stay.

However, the injured Nick didn't seem to notice anything, he only focused on stuffing a flat wooden board into Sol's hand.

"Here, I'll give you everything, don't come to me anymore."

Thor took the wooden board in his hand in astonishment, feeling the heavy weight in his hand that didn't match the wooden board at all.

He looked up at Nick, "What do you need? Credits? Magic crystal? Or other materials?"

Nick shook his head, "I don't want it, I'll give it to you, take it away, don't say I gave it to you, I won't admit it."

Nick put his thin palm on Saul's shoulder and pushed him to the door.

Saul didn't resist, he could see that Nick's state was very wrong. But Nick is obviously unwilling to talk to Saul in detail.

He pulled open the door, which was sealed with tape, and pushed Sol out.

"You don't need to be kind, I advise you to take care of yourself!" Nick said in a cold voice as soon as the door opened.

Nick kept pushing Saul out of the door, and he didn't say another word until the eyes of the two were blocked by the closed door.

Sol held the wooden board in his hand, and stood outside the door for a while, until someone passed by at the other end of the corridor, before turning around and leaving the place.

He always felt that Nick actually wanted to say something to him in the end, but in the end he couldn't, or didn't dare to say it.

Sol could only stuff the wooden plank in his hand under the robe, and walked towards the dormitory as if nothing had happened.

He held the wooden board under the clothes with his fingers, which was heavy, as if he was supporting a person.

"If the grinding sound is really useless to Nick, why did he deliberately disguise things as wooden boards and hide them under the cabinet?"

Sol ran back to the dormitory, locked the door, and then took out the wooden board hiding the mosaic fruit.

He cracked it lightly with both hands, and the wood broke from it.

The sound is crisp.

The inside of the plank is hollow, and the gray flute-like fruit inside can be seen along the cracked gap.

A total of six rows were placed in the board.

Sol took out two, and then subconsciously hid the remaining four.

"Sticked up by Nick." He tucked the two moccasins into his sleeves.

At this time, the door was suddenly knocked.

Sol immediately stood up and subconsciously gathered his cuffs.

"who?"

"I."

The answer, needless to say, was Keli.

Sol went to open the door, and Keri outside was still wearing a metal mask.

The mask seemed thicker.

"Are you going to live in the second warehouse in the future?"

"Uh, I've been busy recently. Would you like to come in and sit down?"

Saul wanted to ask Corrie to come in, but Corrie shook her head.

"I'm going to comfort my mentor, I heard the sound of closing the door on your side, come and have a look."

"Comfort Master Gudo? What happened to him?"

"It's the latest researched toxin... It was deciphered by his good apprentice Billy, and his self-esteem was frustrated. By the way, you usually have a lot of thoughts. Have you ever thought about metals being aggressive besides sharpness and magnetism?" attribute?"

"Aggressive?"

Keri pursed her mouth—her mask was tilted up a little, and she folded her hands on her chest, "The toxin I created after several days of experiments was released by Billy in one go. I must find him this time." He can no longer be proud of the fields he has studied!"

It turned out that he was aroused to win or lose.

But can Billy's gloomy face really make a smug expression?

"I have no research on metallic witchcraft." Sol shrugged. He only memorized the periodic table of elements when he was in school, and he had almost forgotten it.

"If you insist on looking for destructiveness from the metal..." Sol thought of a big killer, "You can consider radioactivity, but it is very dangerous. Before you have the ability to protect yourself, it is recommended not to carry out the experiment." Hold."

"Radioactivity?" Keli was stunned. She had heard of radiation, magic power radiation, and spiritual power radiation. "What is radioactivity?"

Sol rubbed his chin, "I don't know the specific principle, but some unstable metals are highly radioactive, and the particles and radiation released are enough to kill people. I don't know if there are any here."

Saul felt a little regretful after speaking.

After all, they are two different worlds, perhaps the radiation contained in witchcraft has long included those metal radiations.

And he just didn't know it.

Different underlying rules may lead the world to a completely different path.

Saul just said it casually, but Keli seemed a little obsessed.

She kept chanting radioactivity in her mouth, and left like sleepwalking.

After seeing off Keli, Sol hurried back to the first floor of the East Tower.

He also has a deal with Wright tonight.

Entering the warehouse, Sol first checked the candles in the warehouse to make sure that the number of burning candles was not less than one hundred.

Then check the corpses and valuables one by one, and compare them with the warehouse manual he made himself.

Saul did not put the sound grinding fruit and the magic circle obtained from Byron on the long table until he ensured that there would be no problems with his work today and that the experiment would not be disturbed.

"Building a consciousness platform..." Sol thought for a while, "Xiaozao."

Black tentacles quickly emerged from the back of his neck and approached Thor's eyes.

"Next, I'm going to start preparing for the experiment. If you forget the time, wait until 7:30, remember to wake me up."

Xiaozao shook her head up and down.

After setting the "alarm clock", Sol picked up the quill and put all his thoughts into it.

Gradually, the rolled up waste paper piled up at Sol's feet into a hill.

A quill was accidentally crushed due to too much force, and the fragments lay on the corner of the table.

A huge specially made parchment was spread flat on the long table, and other materials were forced to give way to it.

While waving his arms, the ink bottle that had been squeezed to the corner of the table was knocked off, and then rolled up by Xiaozao with quick eyesight and quick hands, and put it back.

Seeing Sol who didn't notice the movement at all, Xiaozao helplessly shook off the ink splashed on her body.

Then, while keeping an eye on the time, he stared at Sol's busy figure.

Saul, who had been busy from morning to afternoon and didn't even eat lunch, finally stopped.

"It's done." Sol stood up straight, a little unbelievable at his speed.

He looked up at the hourglass clock again—it was not yet seven.

Seeing Sol stop, Xiaozao came over and arched his head in doubt, as if asking, "Why did you stop?"

Sol raised his hand to touch Xiaozao's bare head, feeling incredible to himself.

"I, I have reproduced the magic circle of the consciousness platform."

Sol: excellent