Diary of the Death Wizard

The gardener once said that the place where the Soul Eater's Claw is located is an abandoned laboratory, so he may be a creature cultivated or improved by previous wizards.

Moreover, someone had fallen before Thor. Judging by the gardener's tone, no one died because of this.

Then this Soul Devouring Demon Swamp should not be that kind of aggressive creature.

The reason why Sol was willing to try the solution recommended to him by the Soul Eater Claw was because he felt that this guy was sensitive to souls, and maybe he also had a natural intuition for spirit ester materials; secondly, he had no clue at the moment anyway.

Re-arrange, re-adjust.

Sol took out the replaceable materials he found and replaced them with the reagents rolled out of the seaweed dumpling.

Of course, before trying, he let the diary inspect the goods first.

Thor was very proficient in debugging this potion, and he soon saw the underwater vortex.

"It doesn't seem to be different." Saul held the test tube in one hand, and picked up the pen in the other to continue recording the reaction.

"Then next..." After the reagent was completely reacted, Thor took out a small piece of plastic bone he had refined, and slowly poured the new reagent on it.

The plastic bone softened again, and Sol lightly beat it with a glass stirring rod.

"It's softer." Thor finally noticed a little difference in the results, "but the nature doesn't seem to have changed much."

Thor turned his head and found that the base of the black tentacle was attached to the back of his neck at some point, and the tip was dangling beside his cheek.

From time to time, it went to the diary to turn twice, as if it could vaguely feel something; from time to time, it shuttled between the materials on Sol's table, and it was about to tie a knot.

"Come back." Sol snorted lightly.

The black tentacles immediately retracted to the side of his cheek, unexpectedly obedient and honest.

"The diary didn't respond to the softened plastic bone. It seems that at this step, it can't be called a spirit ester yet."

Sol's left hand was suddenly recognized by the diary after absorbing Sid's soul fragments, and had the not-so-nice name of Lingzhi.

"Perhaps what is missing is the catalyst of the soul fragment..."

Saul wrote down his conjectures in his notes.

"But where do I get the soul fragments? As mentioned in the book, the souls of ordinary people dissipate very quickly. Normally, only the spiritual power of a wizard apprentice can form relatively stable spiritual fragments. Ordinary people can only form relatively stable spiritual fragments due to pollution or extremely strong Otherwise, it would be difficult for the soul to exist for a long time, so soul fragments are also very rare."

Even working in the mortuary, Thor had a hard time coming across soul fragments.

Even if there is, it is likely to be intercepted in the first and second morgues.

But he couldn't give up the plastic bone raw materials for the soul fragments.

"Do you still have to spend money to buy it?"

The rate at which his wallet is drying up has been accelerating recently, and Sol is worried. After the loot is spent, can he still rely on the monthly credit salary to save a little bit of money?

...

"Tower Master, Ralph from the Bloodthorn family is here to visit you." A blond, blue-eyed male second-level apprentice stood at the door of the living room and bowed deeply to Gorza who was sitting inside. .

This is the eighteenth floor of the Wizard Tower, and the eighteenth to twenty-first floors all belong to the tower owner, Gorza.

There is a large reception room on the eighteenth floor, richly decorated.

Most of what the kings and nobles pursue and love can be found there.

But it's just a place to entertain ordinary guests.

Next to the large guest room, there is a small unassuming living room.

This is the place where the tower master usually meets with mentors and apprentices.

There are no common tables and chairs in the living room, all are sofas wrapped in soft cotton, and the floor of the whole house is covered with thick pile carpets that will sink into them when walking.

Several rows of flower stands were built on the walls of the living room, and the flowers planted on them were the companion flowers that Saul had selected.

At this time, these accompanying flowers are all swaying from side to side in a uniform manner, as if they are dancing or singing with their necks stretched.

On the outer wall, there are two almost floor-to-ceiling rectangular windows. The translucent frosted glass makes the sunlight coming in a little gray.

The owner of the entire wizard tower, Gorza was sitting on the largest sofa in the living room. His whole body was wrapped in a huge dark red cloak, only a little pink chin was exposed under the hood.

Opposite Golsa stood a hunchbacked old man with gray hair and wrinkled face.

The old man was very respectful, but he seemed a little listless.

It was Saul's superficial mentor, Katz.

The two were talking and were interrupted by the apprentice in charge of delivering the letter.

Gorza looked sideways at the apprentice, "The Bloodthorn family?"

The apprentice's back sank a little more, "It's the family of the second-level apprentice Sid in the tower."

After being reminded by the apprentice, Katz remembered this.

"Ralph of Bloodthorn? Isn't he dead? I remember being buried in a hurry."

"Oh, I remembered." Gorza said to Katz suddenly with interest, "The flesh and blood witchcraft of the Bloodthorn family is quite interesting. It's a pity that it's not in the right direction for our research, otherwise it would be too much to recruit him in as a mentor." good."

Katz smiled awkwardly and reminded Gorza in a low voice, "Tower Master, Sid is the apprentice who was killed by Sol. Sid is also Ralph's grandson."

"Oh, what is Ralph trying to do here?"

This sentence was addressed to the messenger apprentices.

The apprentice still bowed and saluted, and when he heard the tower master's question, he immediately replied: "Ralph wants to take away his grandson's body."

"Oh," Gorza chuckled, "Ralph is also a wizard majoring in the dark attribute, how could he think there would be a corpse left behind? Why don't we just pick up a bone from the ground and give it to him?"

Katz: "..."

"Just kidding." Seeing Katz's expression, Gorza knew what he was thinking, "The other party is also an official first-order wizard after all, so he can't be so rude."

Kaz felt that there were some things that the tower owner cared about, and he had to pay attention, so he took the initiative to say: "The other party may be trying to find the murderer."

That's the first apprentice you've ever seen!

"That makes sense." Gorza nodded.

Then, he disappeared abruptly.

Katz sucked in a breath of cold air, and the cold breath entered through the gap between his teeth, which made him feel extremely sour.

I always feel that the tower owner will not do anything good!

Seeing that the messenger apprentice was still pouted, Katz asked him to step back first.

He turned around and walked to a frosted window, touched it with his hand, and saw the scene outside.

Up close, very clearly.

Unsurprisingly, the tower owner had already appeared in front of Ralph who was waiting outside the tower.

...

Ralph was just getting out of the carriage and waiting.

Wearing a black aristocratic dress, he stood in front of the Wizard Tower gate with a sad face.

He didn't think he would meet Gorza easily.

After all, the other party is a Tier 2 wizard with status and status, even if he, a Tier 1 wizard with no background, could wait for a long time.

But Ralph never expected that within five minutes after he handed over the words, a figure would appear in front of him in an instant.

Ralph had never met Gorza, but he could also recognize the identity of the other party at the first time.

Instant flash!

As expected of a powerful second-tier wizard who is also ranked number one in the entire wizarding world, Gorza was able to touch the space spells that only fourth-tier wizards would study.

Ralph was mad with jealousy, and he became more and more determined to get the death wizard's diary back!

He is sure that as long as he activates the diary, he will be able to use the knowledge in the diary to successfully advance to the fourth level!

At that time, both Gorza and the family behind him will only be able to lick the soles of his shoes!

"I know why you came here." Although Gorza was hiding his whole body in the cloak, his tone was still gentle, as if he was trying to comfort him, "Since I have joined the wizard tower, even if I die, the corpse is mine thing. You go back."

Ralph knew that things would not go well, but he couldn't give up easily. Even if he could find out the identity of the murderer, he could squat nearby to watch for the murderer to appear.

But negotiations need to be dragged, so Ralph first made a more excessive request.

"I understand, my lord. It is an honor for Sid to contribute to your research. But I hope to kill the murderer. For this reason, I am willing to exchange Bloodthorn's family witchcraft knowledge with you."

"Hmm..." Gorza pondered for a moment.

Is there a show?

The corners of Ralph's bent mouth tightened a little bit.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, Golsa suddenly raised his hand, revealing his pink palm.

"Go back, do you hear me?"

Ralph immediately felt great humiliation, but he suppressed his anger and made himself look more humble, "Dear Lord Gorza..."

A dazzling white light suddenly flashed from Gorza's palm.

"That's..." Ralph only had time to think of this thought before he felt his whole body burning.

It doesn't hurt, but it burns.

The old butler Hunter, who had been leading the horse silently behind Ralph, was stunned to see his master's body twisted and clumped instantly after the white light passed, as if he had touched the hair of an open flame.

An old head fell onto a pair of straight human legs with a "boom".

The three, finally, rolled into a ball.

Thank you for your reward