Diary of the Death Wizard

It took Sol nearly ten hours to find all the materials. It took almost the same amount of time to transfer everything securely to the cart.

That is to say, it was already the early morning of the 30th when Sol packed his things.

Saul beat his sore arm from moving up and down, and put the cart aside first.

It's not yet six o'clock in the morning, and it's not safe to go out in the East Tower. Wait until the candlelight turns back to white before going out.

While there was still a period of time, Sol carried a lamp lighter, walked through the layers of shelves, and came to the back of the corpses.

He hasn't checked the number of candles today.

The number of burning candles should not be less than eighty-one, and to ensure safety, it is best to exceed one hundred.

one two three……

Sol walked by the walls around the corpses, counting the lights one by one.

Chi...

Thor had just counted to the tenth candle before he watched it go out by itself.

Without saying a word, he held up the starting lamp, the blue flame approached the wick, and relit the lamp.

The candle lamp was ignited by the flame at the port of the lamp lighter, and immediately brightened again.

But just as Sol put down the lighter, the candlestick went out with a chi sound.

Click again, turn off again, click again, turn off again.

Sol put down the lighter with a gloomy face, looked around, and made sure that the number of lit candlesticks was definitely more than eighty, then rolled up his sleeves and continued to hold up the lighter.

He half-closed his eyes to contemplate the erosion map, and stared closely at the mischievous candlestick through the gaps in his eyelids.

This time, when he relighted the candle, a translucent pale lip appeared out of nowhere, and then pouted at the candle...

Sol immediately turned the lighter so that the flame at the port coincided with the mouth.

Ula wah la ji li gurg...

He vaguely heard a few howls. Although he couldn't understand them, he felt they were curse words.

So Saul chased and burned the mouth with the lighter without hesitation.

White flames rose from the translucent lips, and it twisted its mouth and flew away in fright.

Sol would not let it go easily, holding the lamp, he pursued persistently.

One escapes and the other chases.

Thor followed the mouth and ran into the corpses, watching it land on one of the corpses.

Sol stopped in his tracks, first carefully looked at the diary on his left shoulder, then lifted the lamp and approached the corpse.

You were the one who made trouble just now? Sol raised the lamp and shook it in front of the corpse.

The corpse closed its eyes tightly, acting like a normal corpse.

But after seeing the naughty mouth just now, and the experience of seeing himself when he possessed these corpses, Sol seriously doubted that these corpses were not unconscious.

They can see the outside world, have memories...and make trouble!

Is it necessary to keep the candles bright in the Chuishou Valley just to guard against these corpses?

Sol raised the lighter, this time he didn't ignite, but held the still hot port against the corpse's mouth.

If you make trouble again, your mouth will really be burned.

After threatening fiercely, Sol walked back to the candlelight.

This time the candle lamp did not go out again, and there was no candle lamp that could not be ignited in the follow-up.

Sol counted along the wall. There were a total of one hundred and eight lights that were on, and there were a few lights that would not light up even with a lighter.

Maybe it's broken.

After checking the candle lights, Sol turned back to observe the corpses standing in the warehouse.

Because of his experience working in the mortuary, Sol is not afraid of the flesh and blood of corpses, but when he stays here, Sol always feels weird.

I always feel that when he is not paying attention, these corpses will move, change positions, watch and even talk about him.

It's really uncomfortable to have the feeling of always focusing on my back even though I haven't found anything.

When Sol was tidying up the warehouse, he also deliberately recorded the location of each corpse, but he never saw them move during the inspection later.

But he, who had the experience of being inexplicably possessed by corpses, knew that even if these corpses could not move, they were definitely not completely normal.

It's just that these corpses are all important items with numbers in the warehouse, even if Sol wants to dissect a research study.

But Sol doesn't really have nothing to do with them. When his research on the soul deepens, one day he will ask his mentor to borrow a corpse for research.

Letting go of these guys for the time being, Sol continued to sort out the things in the warehouse.

As a new warehouse keeper, he intends to make an item retrieval table, sorted by characters, so as not to waste time on finding things in future tasks.

This is also a big project.

He was busy until 6:00, when the ban on the east tower was lifted, and Sol put down the semi-finished product in his hand, and pushed the cart out of the warehouse.

After a fork in the road and a room full of boxes, he quickly came to the outermost double bronze metal gate.

Sol pulled the car backwards, pushed open the door on the right with one hand, and walked out after confirming that the door on the left hadn't moved.

Outside the door was a thick darkness that was about to condense into substance, and the candle lamps on the wall were all shrunk into white halos, unable to use their hands and feet at all.

Passing through the dark corridor, I reached the second floor of the East Tower unconsciously.

Sol walked to the outermost side, and saw Coulom tiptoeing into the third morgue at a glance.

The other party didn't see Sol, and his face looked excited like a child who stole candy.

He really likes working in the mortuary! Saul shook his head, sighing as he walked.

Sol thought that he was different from Coulom, who was obsessed with corpses. He simply enjoyed the thrill of the successful experiment.

Because of his bloated body and inconvenient movement, Instructor Rum is probably the only person in the tower who hardly ever goes out.

In the past two years, Sol also met Rum several times, and each time he mainly reported the experimental results.

Instructor Rum did not persuade Sol to study under his name. I don't know if he has given up, or was secretly stopped by Katz's mentor.

Thor breathed a sigh of relief.

He knocked on the door, but no one answered, but the folded door opened a small gap of its own accord.

It is said to be a small gap, enough for Saul to enter with the cart.

Walking into the room, pushing aside the heavy curtain with one hand, Sol once again saw the sunlight and the darker corners against the sunlight.

In this darkest corner sits Rum Tutor.

Mr. Rum, here are the materials for you. Sol stepped forward and said respectfully.

After about ten seconds, the motionless Rum said in a low voice, Put it on the table.

Saul transferred everything to the table, bowed to Rum, and prepared to leave.

Sniff...

Rum, who was originally like a mountain of silent meat, suddenly sniffed at Sol.

Where did the doll on your body come from?

baby? Sol hesitated.

His relationship with Lord Golsata has always been a secret. Except for Mentor Katz, no one else knew about it.

But this time back to the tower, Golsa took Sol away in full view. There were not only Byron and the others, but also five captives sailing on land.

Presumably the tower master no longer wants to continue to keep it secret. When he was given the red-eyed doll, he was not warned not to tell outsiders.

What made him change his mind?

Quickly flashing these thoughts, Sol did not hide, It was given to me by the tower master.

Hmm... Rum narrowed his eyes and looked at Sol, as if he was the first time he knew him.

Sol could only bow his head and look at it.

I haven't seen you for a few months, and Teacher Rum has gained weight again.

The height has not changed, but the fat around his body is increasing, piling up into a mountain, and gradually starting to devour his fairly normal head.

Teacher Rum just sat there, making Sol who was standing by the side cold and uneasy.

Like an active volcano that could erupt at any time.

You...do you still decide to major in dark elements? You should understand that your talent is actually more suitable for studying the fields related to spiritual bodies and spiritual power.

Instructor Rum spoke again, which was a topic he hadn't brought up for a long time.

Sol didn't hesitate this time, Yes, Mr. Rum, I've made my decision.

Is this your own choice? Has anyone forced you?

Unexpectedly, Rum would ask so bluntly and abruptly. Sol was taken aback, but still nodded to show his attitude.

Heh. Rum chuckled, It's not bad to major in dark attributes, maybe it's destiny.

Sol couldn't understand the meaning of the mentor. These strong men were all riddlers.

When he is promoted to an official wizard, these people must guess what he means in turn!

Chapter 2 is a few minutes later