Diary of the Death Wizard

Sol, with his head covered in mucus, continued to move up with the box in his arms.

Xu broke the illusion, he found that he had successfully walked to the sixth floor of the East Tower, and the left side was the rune wall that once made their newcomers dizzy.

Even with Thor's current mental strength, he didn't dare to look too much.

He didn't know why the blurry world became clear again, and only then did he feel a tingling pain on his forehead.

Probably because he bowed against the wall just now, too hard, which caused his forehead to be scratched a little.

"Injury one hundred enemies, self-damage 0.1, it's worth it."

He thought of another serious matter, "I have to go back to take a shower quickly, I don't know if I will be infected."

But the things in his hands must be given to senior sister Kongsha first, Sol doesn't want to sleep with a dead head in his arms.

Go back through the passage to the west tower and continue up the ramp.

The sixth to ninth floors are the activity areas for first-level apprentices.

Just after eight o'clock, although the East Tower is as quiet as a tomb, the West Tower is still lively.

Someone saw Saul walking slowly up, and started talking in a low voice.

Some people also noticed the yellow leather in Sol's hand, and looked at it curiously, but they didn't dare to go forward because of Sol's reputation.

Saul ignored the gazes around him and walked steadily step by step.

After leaving the area of ​​the first-level apprentices, the tenth floor where the second-level apprentices were located returned to silence.

No one is hanging out in the hallways, chatting, or sharing insights from the day.

The dormitory doors here seem to be closed regardless of day or night.

Sol tilted his head slightly.

He still remembered what he saw when he came to clean up the corridor when he was still a servant.

The crying behind the door, the messy garbage, and the pool of blood...

It was really a pool of blood that changed his fate.

However, before Sol could sigh any more, there was a soft sound in front of him.

Sol immediately came back to his senses and looked up at the ramp.

At the corner leading to the twelfth floor, a pair of black leather boots protruded from the shadowed place.

I don't know how long I have been standing.

Sol didn't stop, but raised his guard and stepped forward slowly, his eyes slowly moved up from the leather boots.

The man standing at the corner slowly revealed his true colors.

It was West Germany, which was more than a month away from the tower.

He stared at Sol silently, with a darkness between his brows.

But when Sol approached, the corner of his mouth suddenly raised an exaggerated and cold arc, "I see the senior, don't you know how to say hello?"

"Hello senior." Saul said hello honestly, and even bowed slightly.

"..."

Sid didn't expect Sol to be so obedient, not like the kid who was so scared by him that he almost killed him a month ago.

Saul finished his greetings, with a calm expression, and continued to go up.

He had a polite smile on his face, but he was already on high alert in his heart.

The two are approaching, side by side, about to miss...

"Do you really think that the mentor will care about the life and death of a first-level rookie? As long as there are more valuable people, you are garbage that can be discarded at any time."

Sol turned his head sideways, he only reached Sid's chest, looking at him from this angle, he needed to raise his chin high.

Sol showed a cute smile. Although he didn't know what kind of weird picture this smile would turn into under the blessing of mucus on his head, he still maintained a respectful tone.

"Thank you seniors for your guidance. I will work hard to continuously improve my value."

Sid sneered, dismissing Saul's ignorant statement.

"If talent can be compensated by hard work, then there won't be so many desperate bones under your feet."

Saul didn't refute, he just watched Sid silently.

"Will he attack me directly? Although it's not too late, it's a good opportunity since there are no one around."

But the hardcover book did not come out.

"Sid didn't dare to do anything." Sol became more and more calm.

The other party ignored Sol, put his hands in the pockets of his jacket, and walked down step by step.

The mood seems to be good.

Saul waited until Sid's figure disappeared before turning around and continuing to walk.

"He didn't dare, or he couldn't do anything to me." As he walked, Saul thought, "I should have thought of it, he failed to kill me in the library, and then sent Brown to kill me. Sid has been Want me to die!"

"But he never killed me directly." Sol's eyes became brighter and brighter, "It can't be because of the mentor. When I was a servant, he killed me almost without paying any price, but he still didn't make a move!"

"Can't Sid kill?"

This idea was immediately rejected by Thor.

In front of all the newcomers, Sid killed the little fat man who relied on bribes to pass the test.

"Could it be that he... can't kill me?"

The more Saul thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

He glanced at the hardcover book out of the corner of his eye, "Sid was looking for a diary, and that diary is the same as the hardcover book on my shoulder. He didn't necessarily want to kill me to silence me. He wanted to kill me, maybe he wanted to find this hardcover book." Paper!"

Although this guess is incredible, whimsical, and unfounded, it can explain Sid's weird behavior all along.

He wanted Sol to die, but he refused to do it himself.

Sol stopped and stared blankly at the small package in his hand, his consciousness had already flown away.

Tonight is actually an excellent opportunity for West Germany.

Sol was holding a strange head that was forbidden to take out, and there was still an unknown mucus hanging on the head.

If Sid had shot him, it would have been possible to blame Sol's death on the strange events that had happened to him.

But Syd didn't make a move, he just mocked a few words without pain.

"If you kill the owner of the hardcover, you can't get the hardcover!"

These words suddenly appeared in Thor's mind.

"If I'm not mistaken, Sid knows a lot about this hardcover book. It's not right... If that's the case, why would he throw the hardcover book at my head?" Saul was a little worried, the hardcover book was too mysterious , but no self-introduction, many things can only be explored by Sol himself.

"It doesn't matter, regardless of whether Sid knows about the ability of the hardcover book to predict death, he and I are already immortal. At present, I am not strong enough, so I can only see the tricks and ask for the blessing of my thigh."

Sol stepped up again.

"Sid will definitely make a move." Saul stopped suddenly after not taking two steps, "Something is wrong, Sid's attitude today is not right."

Sid was gloomy at first seeing Saul today, but then his mood brightened.

He already has a new action.

Saul recalled what Sid had just said.

"Do you really think that the mentor will care about the life and death of a first-level rookie? As long as there are more valuable people, you are garbage that can be discarded at any time."

Mentors, newcomers, more valuable...

Sol narrowed his eyes, "Sid went out this time to find someone new... He found a new person who can replace my mortuary?"

If Mentor Katz hadn't sheltered Sol, Sol wouldn't have had a month's respite.

But the premise of Saul's asylum is probably because he is working for Katz's mentor.

Instructor Katz doesn't want his newly recruited workers to die so soon.

But what if there was someone who was fit to work in the mortuary than Bisol?

Mentor Katz may not insist on leaving this job to Saul.

Saul didn't think Kaz had much teacher-student bond for him.

Especially when he became more and more proficient at handling corpses, the tutor didn't even come to the mortuary to guide him in his homework.

It is unrealistic to expect the mentor to protect him because of old feelings.

Sol looked down at the package in his hand, and decided to speed up his pace to find the backer he had just asked for.

I've done all the work for you, so you can't just leave him alone, right?

Do you want to lose your mind?

...

Kong Sha was not very satisfied that Saul came straight to her door and knocked on her door.

She dragged Sol into it, and watched the boy stagger to the ground, the eyeballs in the glass cover clinging to the edge one by one, red and bloodshot, as if they were about to explode at any moment.

"Why did you come up directly?"