Diary of the Death Wizard

He had been focusing on Sol's potion just now, but in a blink of an eye, he realized that there seemed to be something wrong with Sol's left hand.

Thor raised his left hand and rolled the sleeve to the elbow, revealing the dark gray left hand and the front of the forearm dipped in light gray.

Katz hugged Sol's left hand, and silently spit out a series of spells, and then Katz's eyes burst into a bright light.

The glare was fleeting.

Sol, on the other hand, felt uneasy about being seen through with his clothes stripped.

"Dead human bones, heartwort, vulcanized liquid, and some strange materials..."

Katz slowly put down Sol's left hand, and when he looked at him again, the look in his eyes was extremely complicated.

"You actually managed to complete a brand new witch body transformation plan according to your own situation." Apart from exclamation, there was a hint of panic in Katz's tone, "Why are you so daring? Are you not afraid of death?"

Saul had already thought of an answer.

"I'm afraid, but I have no other way to make my magic power reach 10 joules before the test." Sol lowered his head, looked at his left hand with a heavy expression, "I just thought, anyway, the left hand can In this way, even if it fails, the whole hand will be lost at worst."

Katz snorted coldly first, "Huh, you thought you failed, and you can be safe by cutting off your left hand?"

Then he wondered again: "Why do you need the magic power to reach 10 joules?"

Before Saul could answer with a speechless face.

Katz suddenly remembered the test request he made casually when he looked down on Saul.

"Ahem," he couldn't say that he had forgotten about it, so he could only make amends, "Even if your magic power doesn't reach 10 joules by then, as long as you let me see your efforts and progress, I won't You can’t open the net.”

Katz brushed off this life-and-death matter, and asked Saul, "What ability does your arm have now, has it been tested?"

Sol withdrew his hand, unable to tell whether he was happy or disappointed.

"Through the preliminary transformation, my magic power has improved a lot, and now it has stabilized at 13 joules. At the same time, my mental power has also been improved a little. In addition, my left hand can resist ordinary damage and a certain degree of witchcraft damage. To what extent... ...didn't dare to try too much."

Katz listened to Saul's gentle description, touched his chin, and secretly looked into Saul's eyes.

He felt that this little apprentice still had too little experience, and he obviously didn't know the value of his witch body transformation plan for other apprentices.

No, he can't make this guy proud.

"But there should be a very big problem with your plan." Kaz walked around Sol, "The huge magic power suddenly obtained by the transformation may directly destroy your mental body and put you on the verge of cognitive collapse. It is very difficult for a first-level apprentice to fight against, he will either blow up with a bang, go crazy with a hum, or..."

Katz stopped behind Saul, his voice suddenly became cold, like the deep sea under the dark night in the cold winter.

The temperature in the mortuary also dropped suddenly.

Thor opened his mouth, and the water vapor he spit out condensed into hoarfrost.

He felt like he was going to freeze to death.

The air froze, and the oxygen breathed into the lungs seemed to have turned into ice.

Katz slowly reached out and pressed Sol's head.

"...Or another way of asking, are you still Thor?"

The real killing intent was transmitted from the top of the head to the brain, as if he had seen the scythe of death behind him.

Once the answer is a little slow, the body and head will be separated!

Sol opened his mouth and tried his best to squeeze out a sound, and the smell of rust suddenly overflowed from his mouth.

"yes!"

Katz retracted his hand.

The temperature began to rise.

All the discomfort in Thor's body disappeared, and there was no blood in his mouth.

As if everything just now was just an illusion.

"Yes." Kaz turned back to Saul.

Everything that terrified Sol just now was actually nothing more than a verification witchcraft he performed.

"The mental body is not in an abnormally chaotic state. It seems that you have been lucky enough to survive the collapse of the mental body. But luck cannot always favor you. Next time this kind of transformation, it is better not to randomly experiment with yourself .”

"Yes, mentor." Sol lowered his eyes.

He also thought that Mentor Katz would also pay for his transformation plan, or exchange it with teaching and threats.

But I didn't expect that Katz didn't seem very interested. The other party saw most of his experimental materials at a glance, and pointed out the biggest flaw of this plan.

It seems that the witch body transformation used by his first-level apprentices can only alarm second-level apprentices like Byron, and it is still not worth grabbing in the eyes of official wizards.

fair enough.

Sol felt relieved, "In this way, I don't have to worry too much, worrying that the instructors will forcefully ask for a transformation plan."

"Mr. Katz," Saul looked up again. Although he was still a little uncomfortable because of the experience just now, he still had to take the opportunity to ask the question. Who knows that Katz's next appearance will be a few days later.

"I read in the rulebook that at least a second-level apprentice is required to apply for in vivo experimentation, so do you think I can apply in advance now?"

Katz nodded, "You are indeed talented in this area, but restricting you with death rules hinders you. It seems that you have put a lot of effort into the "Guide to Making Corpse". In this case..."

Katz's voice suddenly stopped, and there was no more words for more than ten seconds.

Sol couldn't help but look up, and saw Katz with his mouth half open, as if someone had pressed the pause button.

"Mentor?" Sol asked cautiously, while shifting his focus and getting ready to retreat.

He was afraid that Katz would blow up too.

"Ah!" Katz suddenly came back to his senses, his eyes widened with a fierce look, "In vivo experiments? Hehe, did you read the "Guide to Making Corpse Formation" carefully? Did I give you the book to let you Do you run around dead people?"

The instructor, who was still looking satisfied just now, suddenly turned his face and refused to recognize anyone.

Does everyone here have schizophrenia?

Sol quickly lowered his head and obediently admitted his mistake, but he didn't dare to refute, so he could only complain in his heart.

"It's said that corpses are refined. If you don't hang around the dead, are you still playing with the living?"

"You have been in the mortuary for so long, and you have seen so many polluted dead people and so many alienated materials. Can you only think of the surface?"

Katz's saliva flew around, and his fingers knocked on the long table.

Sol frowned a little bit, and looked at Katz suspiciously.

Didn't he come to the morgue just to take up this job that is temporarily uncompetent? Does the teacher have other meanings?

Seeing that Sol still didn't understand, Kaz cursed bitterly: "You idiot, why did I praise you back then? I didn't care at all. What kind of talent do you have? Soul talent, soul talent!"

Katz scolded Sol, scolding him for not doing his job properly and wasting his talent, and finally slammed the door angrily and left.

Saul was left alone, completely clueless.

What is not doing business properly?

"My materials are all handed in in time. Although I secretly hid a lot, the number I handed in has definitely reached the passing line. Why are you not doing your job properly?"

What is a waste of talent?

"Didn't my mentor say that, am I talented in checking alienation and pollution? Where am I wasting?"

Soul talent?

"The teacher praised me for my high soul talent, but then he said that I have low perception of dark attributes. Having such a high soul talent just increases the chance of seeing ghosts. Does he think I don't see enough ghosts?"

Because Katz changed his face several times, Sol originally wanted to ask him about the reasons why level 0 witchcraft had different effects on ordinary people and wizard apprentices, but he forgot all of them later.

Now he is not even interested in continuing the experiment, so he can only sit on the bench in a daze, thinking about the deep meaning of Katz's words in a daze.

He just sat there motionless until the candles on the teleportation platform lit up, reminding him that it was time to work.

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