Diary of the Death Wizard

Saul didn't disturb Sander, and listened to the other party's narration quietly.

Saul stood up from his seat when Sander said the last word.

"In that case, let's go now."

"Huh?" Sander froze for a moment.

"My lord?" The attendant hurried forward. He originally wanted to dissuade him, but when he saw Sol's expression, he immediately changed his words, "Please let us go with you. If you are interested in that house, we can help you clean it up. "

"No need." Saul refused the proposal of the attendants to follow.

Judging from Sander's mental state and his abnormalities, this guy is indeed in trouble.

Others didn't see it, it is likely that the wraith has already entangled Sander, so he can't take care of other people.

Some vengeful spirits are more diverting in terms of harming people, and generally will not divert their targets until the object they are currently entangled with dies.

And when they kill enough people, the soul power is replenished, and further pollution is added, they may become evil spirits.

This is probably the lifelong pursuit of many irrational and resentful spirits.

There must be a lot of soul fragments in a conscious wraith. It just so happens that Thor has consumed a lot recently, so he went to replenish the inventory.

Of course, what is more important is the house mentioned by Sander, which just meets all Saul's requirements.

Sol took Sander to the lake house in the college's carriage.

This place is closer to the wizard's tower than the outpost town, because it is hidden in the mountains and forests, so it is difficult to find. I don't know who would build a house in this kind of place.

The houses were made from local materials, mostly wooden structures, but Sol found stones shaped by witchcraft in some corners.

"It seems that the person who first built this house was a wizard. Maybe it was a wizard apprentice who wanted to stay away from the town and live in seclusion."

Saul came to the door and waited for Sander to climb out of the carriage tremblingly.

The mushroom driver drives very fast, and what he is best at is shortening the original half-day journey to two hours.

Sander, who had never ridden in a life-and-death carriage before, turned pale with fright, but because the person sitting opposite was a wizard, he forcibly endured it without screaming once.

But as soon as he got out of the carriage, Sander, who was already a little sluggish, immediately straightened up, and got out of the carriage with a look of aristocrats.

In fact, the quality of the clothes he was wearing was not bad, but they were a bit old. He didn't have any servants around him, and he didn't even have his own carriage when he lived so far away. Much like those nobles who have been down for many years.

"This is it, my lord." Sander stepped forward to help Sol open the door, but saw that the lock on the door opened automatically.

He was taken aback, and just about to jump up and shout that there was a ghost, he saw Sol had already walked in.

It was only then that Sander remembered that, according to the rumors, the wizard does not need a key to open the door.

He looked at the door that opened suddenly in front of him, and the dark hall, hesitant.

Sunlight hits the old wooden floor through the doorway, and light and darkness form an unclear boundary line.

Like the distance between life and death.

Sander obviously didn't want to enter this haunted house, and the figure of the little wizard in front of him was about to melt into the darkness.

Coming to the haunted house with a wizard did not make Sander feel confident. Instead, when the other party left the outpost town in a carriage, the "popularity" on his body was rapidly disappearing.

Sander's face was pale, half was frightened by the speed of the galloping carriage, and half was frightened by the aura of the wizard in front of him.

In fact, he could wait for Saul to check the room and think that there is no problem, and then come out and sign the house transfer lease-sale agreement with him.

But Sander turned his eyes and didn't know what to think, so he mustered up his courage and walked in.

At this time, Sol had finished shopping on the first floor and walked up to the second floor.

The stairs that have not been maintained for a long time have been a little damp, and they will "creak" when walking up.

Sol walked around on the first floor, but didn't see any soul fragments or wraiths. Indeed, as the attendants of the post house said, they had been cleaned inside and out.

But according to Sander's description, the vengeful spirits here have been able to affect the actual objects, which should have been formed and have a certain consciousness. The means of ordinary people can only deal with some polluted soul fragments, and the more powerful wraiths need to use the means of wizards.

With the current cleanliness of the wooden house, it is obviously not up to the point of being haunted.

Sol stepped onto the second floor when he heard someone walking on the first floor.

"Did Sander just come in?" He glanced sideways down, saw a figure tiptoeing cautiously, smiled slightly, and continued to check the room.

The second floor is divided into three rooms, two small and one large.

But the bed was made in the smallest room. Only a small transom window was opened in each room. It seems that the people who first built the house preferred darkness and hated sunlight.

The largest room was bare except for a wardrobe with half a door broken.

But when Sol squatted down to check, he found many old traces on the ground.

"There should have been many cabinets and tables here...like the mentors' laboratories."

Sol stood up, waved his hands lightly, and the dust accumulated for several days was rolled up and sent out of the room through the transom.

When the house becomes clean and new, the traces of furniture once placed on the ground become more obvious.

"It looks like this layout is very similar to Katz's laboratory. The person who built this house is indeed a wizard apprentice."

Saul was very satisfied, and he even planned to rearrange the laboratory according to the layout on the ground.

"I just don't know if the owner of this house was planning to build a temporary foothold outside the tower like me, or an apprentice who was expelled from the wizard's tower and could only live here."

Just now, Sol's witchcraft pushed open the transom window of the room, and some outside air poured in.

The damp smell of the fiber is mixed with unknown insects and birds singing, but there is also a sense of leisure in the countryside.

Sol walked to the transom and looked out, unexpectedly discovering that from this angle he could actually see the spire of the Wizard Tower.

"Very good, it is basically certain that it is an apprentice who was expelled from the tower."

After the visit, Sol walked out of the room and went down the old stairs.

The sound quickly alarmed Sander in the hall. He hurried to the stairs, raised his head and tried to force a smile.

Saul noticed that he had just run out of a room.

The man seemed to be still looking for his luggage. Obviously afraid of ghosts, but still have to go in to find luggage.

It seemed that there was something important to him in the luggage.

"My lord, have you seen a ghost?" Sander asked tremblingly.

"No, every room is very clean." Sol shook his head.

"But, my lord, I really met a ghost here, I dare not lie to you." Sand said anxiously.

"I know." Thor's eyes fell on Sander's neck.

The gray rotting arm was still wrapped around the opponent's neck.

If you think about it, the owner of that arm is probably trying to strangle Sander from behind.

"Well, maybe the ghosts ran away when they saw the adults." Sander's eyes moved left and right at this time, "My lord, did you see a huge rattan box upstairs?"

Sander gestured with his hands.

According to his description, the rattan box is not small.

It feels like it can hold a person.