Diary of the Death Wizard

All the boys in the room looked at Sol in surprise.

The whole house was silent for a while.

But soon, three boys looked at each other and walked out.

"You boy, you are quite capable!" The first person picked up a chair from the ground and slammed it at Sol, "I think it's your hands that are hard, or the wood is hard!"

Sol stretched out his bone left hand, and punched the wooden bench.

The wooden stool was shattered with a clatter, and the debris bounced all over the opponent's face.

But the boys did not attack again.

Everyone quieted down, their faces were no longer surprised, but terrified.

Even Brown, who fell to the ground and groaned, looked at Sol's left hand in shock, and subconsciously rubbed back.

The left hand cannot be hidden.

Their male servants don't have gloves, and they have a lot of daily work, so it is impossible to use their left hand all the time.

Thor simply showed up, shocking everyone, and at the same time made his right hand less high-profile.

"You, have you been cursed?"

Unexpectedly, the first thing everyone thought of was the curse.

"Will this curse be contagious?"

"Go and tell the butler!"

Saul didn't explain either, he looked at Brown, and suddenly stretched out his left hand to grab someone.

"Wow!!!"

Brown was so frightened that he didn't even care about the injury to his left hand, and ran backwards.

Sol waved his left hand in front of everyone again.

A group of boys were also screaming and backing away in fright.

Sol suddenly felt that he was a little naive like this, but he was relieved a little.

"Starting tomorrow, I won't clean the corridor again." No one in the room dared to refute Saul, "You take turns!"

He pointed at Brown with a bony index finger, "You are the first."

Brown's expression changed instantly.

"The butler, it's him, he's cursed and still hasn't reported it!"

A boy's voice came from behind.

Sol turned his head and saw another boy who always laughed at him came in with a middle-aged man in a black uniform.

The butler didn't show any fear when he saw Sol's hand.

He frowned quickly, "Come with me."

Saul glanced at the informer, and silently followed the butler out.

The two came to the utility room.

"Tell me."

"I helped Master Kong Sha, a second-level wizard apprentice, conduct a living experiment."

The butler was taken aback, "Are you voluntary?"

Saul was puzzled, didn't he do it voluntarily, and the housekeeper could still help him with the lawsuit?

"Ahem..." The steward coughed twice, "I mean, did Master Kongsha pay you? If not, you can apply for compensation from the manager. After all, servants are the assets of the tower master, even if they are apprentices. It cannot be consumed at will.”

Saul wouldn't believe the butler's words.

Before crossing, Sol was crushed to death by an apprentice wizard with a book, but after he died, no one would give him an explanation when Sol crossed over now.

The other party was nothing more than testing whether he and Kong Sha had friendship.

So Saul said indifferently: "No."

Seeing the butler's face change slightly, he went on to say: "There is no need for that little reward between me and Mrs. Kong Sha."

The butler's expression changed again.

Halfway through his anger, he squeezed into a smile.

"Ah, haha, well, since you...then I won't worry about it. You can go back. You don't have to work for these two days, so take a good rest."

He glanced apprehensively at Thor's left hand.

Saul bowed slightly, "Thank you, Mr. Butler."

He pushed the door and went out, and saw a group of boys crowding at the bedroom door looking this way.

Saul walked over, and the boys immediately retreated into the room.

"You!" Saul pointed at the informant boy, "It's your turn the day after tomorrow."

The opponent's face is as white as Brown!

For the next two days, Saul lived a pretty comfortable life.

No one assigned him a job, so he could roam around in most areas of the fourth floor. No one dared to compete with him for food, and finally he was able to eat hot food, and occasionally meat could be seen.

Even the housekeeper gave him a bottle of potion the next day, which was said to treat his head injury.

ridiculous!

Not even a scar on his forehead.

However, Saul still accepted the medicine respectfully, and thanked the housekeeper repeatedly.

Everything he enjoys now comes from everyone's speculation about his relationship with Kongsha, but if Sol can't become a wizard apprentice, then everything will be a bubble, and he will eventually be beaten back to his original form.

Didn't you see that Kong Sha didn't even bother to know his name?

If you don't become a wizard apprentice, you don't have the qualifications to be crazy, and Sol can only frighten those bully boys.

On the third day, something happened.

The boy who had gone to clean the hallway in the early hours of the morning hadn't returned.

In the end, the housekeeper came forward and brought the dead body back.

A boy enthusiastically described to Sol, saying that the whole head of the dead servant turned into a flower.

The skull is used as the flower stamen, and the skin and flesh of the face are blooming layer by layer, as bright as fire.

After the butler brought the body back, he handed it over to the garbage house for disposal. The blood dripped all the way, and even Sol, who was resting, was called to help wipe the floor.

Saul and a group of boys squatted on the ground and wiped the bloody ground vigorously.

None of the wizard apprentices passing by paid attention to them.

They are always in a hurry and don't care if another servant dies.

Saul even saw Konsha's chin.

It's just that the opponent's head is hidden in the hood, which is not as scary as at night.

After returning, the butler came again.

"I see that you have almost rested, and you will start working normally tomorrow."

"Okay." Sol agreed.

Someone whispered behind him.

Obviously, the passing by of Kong Sha this time was noticed by those who cared.

Because Konsha didn't waste even a look on Sol, some people already thought that Sol was bluffing.

Seeing that Sol agreed so readily, the butler frowned even tighter.

Just as he was about to say something, the door of the room was pushed open again.

It turned out to be the manager who walked in.

"My lord," the butler hastily bowed at ninety degrees to salute, "Why are you here?"

The manager ignored the butler's hospitality, and only said to Saul with a cold face: "Are you Saul?"

Saul knew that the opportunity that Konsha promised him had come.

He quietly clenched his hands hidden in his sleeves, "Yes, my lord."

"Come with me."

The manager turned around and went out, ignoring a word from the housekeeper the whole time.

Saul walked around the butler sideways, nodded and smiled at the butler.

In an instant, a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on the butler's head.

...

Sol followed the butler all the way to the sixth floor.

Most of the people living on the sixth to ninth floors are junior wizard apprentices, and there are also higher-level apprentices who have been promoted but are unwilling to move away.

Normally, there were very few people in the wizard tower, but today the corridor was full of people.

They were all well-dressed children in their teens, but these children did not have the innocence of children at this time, all of them were pale and frightened.

"Go and stand at the back." The manager led Sol to the back of the line, pointed his chin, and said flatly.

"Yes." Sol knew that this was the newly recruited wizard apprentice. He suppressed the excitement in his heart, walked over slowly, and stood quietly at the end of the line.

When the person at the back heard the movement, he turned his head vigilantly and looked at Sol, first puzzled, and then showed some anger.

Sol didn't know why he had this expression, but he stared back forcefully without fear.

After living with those boys for a few days, Sol finally understood.

This world is different from his world. If you are harmonious and friendly, you will only be regarded as weak and deceitful.

That being the case, Nasol simply became tough.