Diary of the Death Wizard

Chapter 37

When Saul found that no matter what material he picked up, only the word "dead" would appear in the hardcover book, he knew that the limit had been reached.

It's not that the limit of the hardcover book has been reached, but the limit of the crucible has been reached.

Even with the naked eye, it can be clearly seen that the sticky purple thick paste churns from time to time, and some familiar organs occasionally churn out, and then quickly sink to the bottom.

It's like a drowning person struggling constantly, but in the end he can only drown underwater, turning into a pile of dry bones and mud.

Sol picked up the handle of the cauldron, and poured the contents into the large box containing the corpse with a sad face.

This large chest offered by the Wizard's Tower is pretty amazing.

No matter how thumping the corpse is, it will be as quiet as a bird when thrown in.

Saul watched some indescribable chemical reaction between the solution and the guests in the box, and quickly closed the lid of the big box tightly before the smoke spread.

Standing up and looking at the slightly thumping big box, Sol shook his head and sighed.

"Sure enough, with my meager knowledge of wizards, it's still too difficult to hit the jackpot and succeed once."

"It may also be that the transformation of the sense of smell is beyond my current understanding. Do you want to change the direction?"

Sol looked back at the remaining materials on the test bench, and estimated that he could shuffle a few times by himself.

In a corner of the experimental table, there is also a book full of several pages of notes.

The above uses the language of Sol's previous life to record the various possible ways of death mentioned in the hardcover book in the experiment.

Sol analyzed these methods of death statistically in detail, deduced the characteristics of each experimental material, and their possible effects in the potion.

Through continuous induction and summary, the direction of the experiment is constantly corrected.

This is a typical known result, derivation process.

It is also an experimental method that all other wizards dare not think of.

"Hey!"

Sol's deep thoughts were interrupted by the sound of candlesticks lighting up.

He sighed, rolled up his sleeves again, and cheered up.

Although it is painful to interrupt the idea and inspiration by work, having guests means that there will be a steady stream of experimental materials in the future.

Research can often be dry and tedious, especially when you don't even understand how it works.

After five boring days, Sol finally welcomed a first-level apprentice guest on the sixth day.

This guest was not a freshman, but someone he had never seen before, and died unexpectedly for some reason, leaving only a pair of eyes looking up at the top of his head in fear and helplessness.

The upward angle of view almost squeezed the entire pupil into the upper eyelid.

It was as if there was something above his head, attracting its attention.

The corpse was incomplete, and Senior Hayden, who was in charge of the previous process, would work hard most of the time.

This will result in a corresponding reduction in Thor's harvest.

Sol checked it again, but found nothing, and could only attack his head.

The removed organs are put into a suitably sized box.

Sol took out the light yellow leather given by senior sister Kongsha, wrapped the whole box directly, and put it aside.

The rest of the guests are sent into the big box.

When it was time to get off work, Sol held the box tightly wrapped in light yellow leather, and looked around the door to observe.

This is the first time Saul has brought a body out of the morgue.

Despite Konsha's assurance, Saul was still a little apprehensive.

The rules of the wizard's tower are sometimes not very important.

As long as you can guarantee that no one will find out.

With Senior Sister Kong Sha's strength, if she really wants to get the brains of a first-level apprentice, she doesn't need to grab the corpse at all.

She can make a few of her own anytime.

But she took pains to send Sol to the mortuary, just for a brain every month.

It can be seen that the wizard tower still values apprentices.

It's okay to kill one or two secretly, but if you kill too many, you will have to pay a heavy price.

"If you can't take the materials out, put them in the mortuary and wait for Senior Sister Kongsha to come and get them. Anyway, the servants who tidy up never touch anything other than the tool table." Sol thought about it before he failed. retreat.

Holding the box in his hands, he walked out of the morgue carefully.

In order to avoid being bumped into by the seniors and seniors next door, Sol deliberately delayed his departure until nearly eight o'clock.

The lights in the corridor are no longer as bright as in the afternoon, and the occasional trembling of the candle wick seems to be urging Sol to act quickly.

Sol walked to the end of the corridor, and saw a strong man who seemed to be leaning against the corner of the wall like a corpse.

Thor took a step forward.

The strong man's nose twitched suddenly.

Thor folded his arms, ready to turn around at any moment.

The burly man turned his face to where Saul was, and twitched his nostrils a few more times.

Quiet.

He could hear his own breathing.

The strong man suddenly moved. He put one hand on the ground and stood up slowly.

It is inaccurate to say that standing up is not accurate, it should be standing up and curling up with head bowed and chest folded, for fear that the top of the skull will hit the ceiling of the corridor.

Although the strong man couldn't see it, he still walked to where Saul was.

"It's over."

Sol hugged the yellow leather and slowly backed away until his back touched the cold stone wall, and a numb feeling spread along the texture of his back to his internal organs.

"I'm going to be caught."

"There is no hint in the hardcover book? If it is discovered, it will not be fatal. This is the first time I have made a mistake. If I put the thing back in the morgue, maybe there will be no punishment."

Sol looked sideways at the scarlet door not far from him, thinking about whether to put it back now.

Fight for leniency.

But at this moment, the strong man's direction suddenly changed.

This made Sol's heel that had just been raised fall back again.

The strong man slowly entered the morgue where Saul was.

Sol looked sideways, and saw the strong man barely squeezed in through the door, stopped beside the tool table with incomparable accuracy, and stretched out his hand to pull out the big box below.

In the strong man's hands, the heavy box was like a prop made of foam, and it was easily lifted.

Then the strong man squeezed out of the door without hitting other things in the room.

Go out and turn right.

Sol just watched quietly as the strong man carried the big box and walked into the depths of the dark corridor.

There was the sound of heavy footsteps, but it gradually disappeared.

Must leave ASAP!

Pass safely!

Sol suddenly came back to his senses, and immediately realized that it was late, and ran out with the things in his arms.

Dongta is still very dangerous for a first-level apprentice, especially since he currently only knows two non-aggressive 0-level witchcraft, and his self-protection ability is worrying.

The nearest passage between the East Tower and the West Tower is on the fifth floor.

Running, Sol suddenly felt a little strange.

From the second floor to the fifth floor, you only need to climb three laps.

But he just...has it been a long time since he turned a corner?

Sol felt uneasy in his heart, but he didn't dare to stop.

For some reason, he always felt that his head was a little heavy, and his center of gravity was unstable, and he was about to fall at any time.

It was as if something came out of the hairpin on his head and grew wantonly into a big rickety ball, constantly affecting Sol's actions.

Sol wanted to look up, but the movement of raising his eyes suddenly stopped.

He thought of the guest he received today.

The apprentice who turned his pupils up desperately to look at the top of his head.

Thor stopped abruptly.

He stopped moving suddenly, and something flickered in front of his eyes.

It seems to be a smooth forehead, with a little eyebrow, protruding a little from the top of the head, and shrinking back because of the rebounding pull.

"What the hell is on my head?"

Sure enough, the wizard tower has no kindness towards him.

Others often walk by the river, so there is no way that your shoes will not get wet.

Only if he walks by the river, he will fall into the ditch.

The soul talent brought him the capital to survive, but at the same time brought the catastrophe of death.

Thor let go of his hand and lifted it up slowly.

The fingertips were raised above the eyebrows, but they were fixed in mid-air.

What if he did touch something?

Sol's hand slowly retracted again.

He kept his head still, his eyes flicking to the hardcover book.

"Can you do it?"

Hardcover is unresponsive.