Diary of the Death Wizard

Gorza turned his head to look at the old butler, and asked softly as if afraid of scaring him: "Is your master's coffin still there?"

Hunter felt that he might have forgotten what it meant to be afraid. Facing such a gentle voice, he could only answer with human instinct.

"Yes, my lord."

Gorza nodded, "Then please send him back."

"Yes, my lord."

In the next second, Gorza's figure disappeared again.

Hunter numbly stepped forward, wrapped his arms around, picked up the head and two legs of the former owner, and silently put them back into the carriage.

"Master, let's go home."

Gorza sent the visitor away with ease, and returned to the living room in the next second.

He sat down on the sofa, leaned back, and sighed comfortably.

It seemed that he had done some strenuous exercise just now.

And Katz, when he saw that Ralph had only three pieces left, stood back to his original position.

"Ha, Katz, what's the matter, I haven't forgotten my light attribute witchcraft, have I?"

Katz bowed his head respectfully.

"No matter what attribute you major in, you are so powerful."

Gorza nodded in satisfaction.

"However, why did you let Ralph go?" Katz was puzzled.

Killing, why keep your hands?

"I put him back in the coffin. He can't recover without four or five years."

Gorza's explanation was very pale, but Kaz could only nod.

He didn't understand at all.

Could it be that the Tower Master didn't kill him because he was concerned about the Blood Rose family that the Bloodthorn family originally belonged to? But that was a long time ago, right?

At this time, Katz heard the tower master say again: "By the way, tell Sol the location of the Bloodthorn family in three years and let him go there."

"Well?"

"Fix the troubles you caused yourself. If he hasn't become a second-level apprentice in three years, let him die outside!"

"Understood. Then I go back first?"

Gorza nodded, then leaned on the sofa without speaking or moving.

At this time, he is like a cloak.

He was laid flat on the sofa.

Katz left the living room and closed the door softly.

Then, the corner of his mouth twitched.

"The tower master wants Sol to go to the Bloodthorn family. Do he want to train Sol, or do he want him to be exposed to flesh and blood witchcraft? Does the tower master really want Sol to participate in our experiment? How many years will we have to wait..."

Katz shook his head and left with his hands behind his back.

Butler Hunter's driving skills are very good. Even though the speed is very fast, his master's round head still sits firmly on the soft cushion of the seat.

Passing through the town, the old butler didn't stop the carriage to find a place to rest, but let the carriage run fast.

It seemed that if he slowed down a bit, he would follow in the footsteps of his master.

It was not until the stars appeared overhead that the carriage stopped in a valley.

The muscles on the old butler's face suddenly trembled, as if he had come to life, he rolled and crawled into the carriage.

"Master, master!"

He held Ralph's head in his hands and poured a can of prepared plasma on it.

The blood trickled down Ralph's face and into his mouth, as if guided by an invisible force.

Ralph's unrepentant gray pupils moved suddenly.

Then the mouth recovered a little.

"Quick, I want meat!"

cried Ralph, feebly.

The old butler hurriedly sent Ralph's legs over.

Ralph didn't care that it was his own body, red flesh suddenly stretched out from his charred neck like charcoal and wrapped around his legs.

Then came the sound of chewing.

"Not enough, not enough!" The neck was eating, and the mouth was not idle.

Without hesitation, the old butler drew a long knife from the underside of the carriage, chopped off his left arm with one stroke, endured the severe pain, and handed it to Ralph's neck.

Ralph never refused, and devoured the old butler's arm.

"Not enough, almost!"

The old butler immediately cut off his right leg with a knife, and picked it up next to Ralph with the tip of the knife.

Now he couldn't sit still any longer, and fell into the carriage and gasped softly.

Just when he was thinking about whether he would be swallowed by his master directly, Ralph was finally satisfied.

Or temporarily satisfied.

He stuck out a tongue several meters long from his mouth, and touched the old butler's arm and thigh.

The old butler's severed limb healed immediately, but no new limbs could grow.

"Go back to the manor first, I need to recuperate for a few years." Ralph's neck grew a little longer, and he tilted his head on the cushion wearily.

"Yes, master." The old housekeeper propped up his body with one hand, then wrapped his feet around the frame to stabilize his body, and continued to drive back.

This night, if a passerby saw the old butler driving the car, they would probably be scared to death.

Ralph cursed from inside the carriage.

"Gorza, this lunatic! This murderer! Dictator! I curse you to be betrayed by everyone and eat your own flesh and blood!"

But even cursing, Ralph kept his voice down, for fear of spreading it outside the carriage.

Hunter knew that his master was really scared this time.

After a while, Ralph had vented enough, and said to Hunter: "I'm afraid I won't recover this time for four or five years. You have to be careful during this time, and don't let people know that I'm still alive."

"Understood, master." The old housekeeper responded.

Ralph then closed his eyes, ready to rest.

His butler never let him down.

"Wait for me, wait for me to recover, wait for me to find the diary... I will definitely not let them go!"

………………

Neither Gorza nor Katz kept an eye on Sol's study progress all day long.

They seemed absolutely certain that Saul would be able to become a second-level apprentice within three years.

And Sol, relying on his own persistence without knowing it at all, finally raised his magic power to 45 joules two years later.

At the same time, he has already analyzed the construction rules of a level 1 witchcraft, as long as he wants to, he can be promoted on the spot.

But Senior Byron suggested that he try to increase his magic power to 50 joules, and then learn the first level of witchcraft.

Sol decided to listen to the experience of those who had experienced it, and kept suppressing himself from practicing first-level witchcraft.

The process of increasing the magic power from 14 focal lengths to 45 focal lengths was not as smooth as Sol imagined.

Even thinking of it is a tragic memory mixed with sadness and tears.

The improvement progress of the mana value is always stuck at a certain value from time to time, and cannot continue to increase through meditation.

He asked, and other people have this situation, but few people are as fast as Sol.

What's even more exasperating is that Keli has never been stuck!

And she had successfully advanced to the second level of apprenticeship three months ago.

That day, she couldn't wait to show off in front of Sol, and kindly told him that she had chosen one of two consecutive vacant rooms on the 12th floor, waiting for Sol's promotion, so that she could continue to live next door to her.

Even if he has not been promoted to the second level, Sol has done a lot of useful work in the past two years, and he has gained a lot.

With the help of Xiaozao and the help of the diary, he successfully optimized the plastic bone, renewed his left hand, and successfully transformed his right hand with the optimization plan.

Yes, after confirming that this solution would not affect the flexibility of his hands, Saul melted his right hand without hesitation!

Now both of his hands are light gray, smooth and delicate on the outside, somewhat transparent, and the bones inside are faintly visible.

Moreover, his carving and shaping skills have improved a lot. The newly remodeled hands look like plaster sculptures in the art room, which are somewhat beautiful.

In addition to bringing two major increases in magic power to Sol, these hands also opened up a new ability after Thor incorporated the soul fragments into it—the spirit ester control.

This ability allows Sol to hardly need to adjust his mental power when releasing 0-level dark attribute witchcraft. Release is quick and easy, as natural as waving.

Not only that, this time Sol also deliberately tried to solve the problem of his hands being afraid of electricity. On the white bones of his hands, he drew a set of left-right symmetrical and interacting witchcraft rune circles to resist the electric field.

In this way, he puts a pair of insulating gloves on the outside, and basically there is no problem of fear of electricity!