Diary of the Death Wizard

If the composite rune is just the overlapping projections of two different runes, then there will be countless solutions. Fortunately, Sol re-read "Introduction to Rune Construction" and found the basic conditions that he hadn't noticed before.

With these limitations, the three-dimensional structure diagram of the composite graphic was finally determined.

The planes where the two runes are located overlap in the three-dimensional space, and their sizes are equal, so the magic power distributed should actually be average.

If the two pictures and texts are really distributed according to the size ratio seen by the naked eye, it is doomed to fail.

Sol held up the three-dimensional map he had just drawn with both hands, closed his eyes and began to draw in the mental space.

About an hour later, he opened his eyes suddenly, his face was full of excitement.

"Choked to death! I succeeded!"

Then there was a sense of fatigue, and Thor almost collapsed to the ground.

The construction of a compound rune actually consumed all his mana?

Then how can he release level 0 witchcraft?

Sol felt a panic in his heart. Could it be that even his magical talent could not support the simplest witchcraft?

"Calm down, it's my first time constructing a compound rune, maybe a lot of magic power has not been used for ideas and wasted."

It's a pity that now that the mana is exhausted, he has no way to try the second construction immediately, so he can only take out the crystal ball and start meditating.

"Hey!"

The candle was brightly lit, awakening Sol in meditation.

He looked sideways, "Come to live."

It is also a very painful thing to be interrupted in his studies, but who made this job the cornerstone for him to change his destiny?

The conveyor belt hummed, and new corpses appeared to Thor through the tassels.

In order to relieve fear and stress, Saul chose to call these corpses guests, just like coming home alone late at night, always wanting to hum a song.

"Well, this guest died a bit tragically."

Rather than saying it was a corpse, it was better to say it was a puddle of minced meat, broken to the point where the bones were mixed with minced meat and pieces of internal organs.

A large piece of leather with four sides turned up is used to wrap it underneath, otherwise it will flow outside.

Saul selected a clip from among the tools behind him.

When he looked around, the minced meat was densely covered with small flashes. It's just very faint, and it's not worth much at a glance, so it doesn't matter if you throw it away.

Sol endured the discomfort, leaned over and pulled carefully.

However, to his surprise, those shiny debris were not fragments from the corpse, but some fine powder.

Sol changed to a smaller tweezers and picked out a few large pieces of white powder from it.

In the flesh and blood, they still maintain their true colors, and have not been dyed red.

He took the time to collect a small handful, and his waist was sore.

Sol kept a little, and wrapped the rest in brown paper, and put them in a small box on the long table behind him.

For the rest of the body, Sol hugged the leather underneath with his hands, poured it all into the bottom big box, and closed the lid.

The box seemed to have the effect of isolating the smell, and the smell of blood in the room dropped a few degrees immediately.

The candle on the portal is still bright.

There is still life.

Thor pulled down the wrench and watched the conveyor belt deliver his next guest.

The guest was a little girl who looked no more than five or six years old.

Sol tilted his head, a little unbearable.

How could there be such a small girl in the Wizard's Tower?

He hadn't heard of any wizards getting married and having kids here.

It's a pity that death is always treated equally, and people will not let anyone go because they can't bear it.

Thor took a deep breath, straightened his head and attitude, and continued to observe the corpse with a half-immersed meditation method.

"No, she's not a little girl."

After careful observation, Sol made other discoveries.

"The teeth and bones don't look like children's."

Thanks to the knowledge in the book "Corpse", Sol has some ability to distinguish.

"It should be a certain apprentice, because of the influence of a certain witchcraft, the appearance has become like a child, but the internal organs and bones are still adults."

Although he knew it was unfair to the woman in front of him, Sol's constricted heart still felt a little relaxed.

He processed it quickly and sent the rest into the big box below.

The light on the portal is still bright.

"Oh, I'm still alive..."

The third guest should have gone through a battle. There were many marks on his body, and his head was pierced, and the black conveyor belt underneath could be seen.

After finishing his work, Saul looked up.

The lights were still on.

How come?

He suddenly looked up at the time, and it was already half past six.

Half an hour was not enough for him to examine the entire corpse carefully.

However, the amount of materials he handed in today is enough, and in the end, the guest can handle it casually.

The last guest appears with the sound of the rumbling conveyor belt.

It's a plump woman.

She may have died of some kind of curse, and her body was covered with dense lacerations.

No blood flowed from the cut.

Sol used the method of meditation to see, and saw countless translucent tongues protruding from the crack.

Like little birds waiting to be fed by their mother bird, these tongues swiveled and swayed their soft tongues towards Sol.

Thor stretched out his tweezers, and those tongues turned, as if waiting to be fed.

Thor got goosebumps all over his body.

Whatever those tongues were, he didn't want to touch them with his hands.

Moreover, the corpse in front of him was very complete, and it seemed that the apprentices in charge of the first two procedures didn't touch her much.

Sol turned his head and was about to change the clip, but he saw the little white crystal that was covered by him.

He picked up one with tweezers and moved it over the opening of the female corpse again.

This time, the small transparent tongue close to the tweezers actually retracted into the gap, as if afraid of those crystals.

Moreover, when the translucent tongue retracted from the slit, there was a flash of light when the slit protruded.

"This spar...does it have the power to expel strangeness?"

Thor retracted the tweezers, and the tongue came out again.

Thor simply threw the small spar, which was not as big as a grain of rice, into the crack.

"Hey!"

Accompanied by a faint burning sound, a puff of green smoke emerged from the crack.

Saul quickly took two steps back, holding his breath.

Fortunately, the smoke dissipated quickly, and the hardcover book did not respond.

After waiting for a while, he returned to the corpse, cut open the tongue-less slit, and searched for a while.

The original small spar has been completely pulverized, and it seems to be useless.

Saul clipped a small wart in the flash.

"Use spar to destroy a tongue, and you can get a sarcoid. Then of course I choose... spar!"

Sol turned around and opened the box where he had just stored the spar. When he closed the lid again, the original small pack of spar in the box turned into a small solitary tumor.

The candlelight on the teleportation platform finally dimmed.

Sol tidied up his things, and when he looked up, it was already half past seven.

Do not stay in the East Tower after eight o'clock.

He quickly grabbed the books and papers on the table, buried his head and rushed out of the mortuary.

"Um?"

A figure stood in front of Sol, and the two almost collided.

However, the man in front took a step back early, leaving Sol empty-handed.

"I'm sorry!" Saul apologized, and immediately wanted to leave, but after taking two steps, he stopped and turned around.

"Are you the senior in charge of the first morgue?"

The man Thor nearly ran into came down the corridor.

His hair was gray and his skin was not wrinkled.

Eyelids drooping, half asleep.

"Yeah." The other party seemed to have a good temper, or he didn't have any desire to interact with people. With a low snort, he was about to walk past Sol.

"Um?"

When the uninspired second-level apprentice passed by Sol, he glanced at the blueprint in Sol's hand from the corner of his eye.

"Um……"

He pointed his index finger at Thor's right hand.

Sol bowed his head, and saw what he was holding in his palm—the three-dimensional coordinate composite rune map.