Diary of the Death Wizard

Passing through the front hall and pushing open a slightly shaky door, Sol walked into the next room while being alert to the movements of the old wizard.

It's so dark in here, Sol, can't we light a lamp? Victor also followed in, looking at the darker room with a sad expression on his face.

Sol rolled his eyes in the dark, wishing Victor could go out in the rain to wake up his mind.

But just as he took a step forward, the whole room suddenly became brightly lit.

Sol was taken aback, and suddenly looked sideways.

The curtains in this room are neatly drawn to reveal the rectangular windows and beautiful garden behind.

The sun is shining brightly outside the window.

Sol frowned tightly, Is this... hallucination or out-of-control disorder?

He turned around to ask Victor, but was surprised to find that there was no one behind him.

At the same time, the door behind him was also tightly closed.

Sol hurried forward and turned the doorknob.

The door opened with the trend, and there was no classic ghost movie scene where it was locked and couldn't be opened.

Outside the door is the vestibule that Saul just walked through.

But at this time, the front hall is also bright, and the sun shines in from the windows on both sides. How can there be any dark clouds and heavy rain? You can even see fine dust dancing in the room.

But there was no one here, no Victor, no old man and boy who came in later.

Victor? Saul called his companion's name with a suppressed voice.

No response.

His hand holding the doorknob gradually tightened, and the metal armrest began to deform after moaning.

Space disorder... Time disorder... How could such an extraordinary scene appear in a place where only formal wizards existed?

That guy should still be where he was. Saul wasn't very worried about Victor.

Victor has been in the second level for many years, so nothing should happen.

You may not be able to find Victor by walking around blindly. It's better to find the treasure first. Maybe you can solve this puzzle. Sol rolled his eyes and said to himself, Yes, I must find the treasure first. OK.

Boom!

Just when Sol was about to go back, the door of the front hall was suddenly pushed open roughly.

A tall warrior in armor rushed in with a few men.

The other party saw Sol standing at the door at a glance.

Is there anyone alive here? The soldier narrowed his eyes, and the long sword in his hand was ready to go.

Captain, could it be a ghost? one of the men dressed as soldiers asked aloud.

Live ghosts don't matter. The soldier said, walking towards Sol.

Sol didn't hide, he was also judging whether the opponent was a ghost.

who are you?

Little devil, it's your turn to ask? A soldier grinned, and suddenly escaped from a bottle, about to throw it at Sol.

However, a broad palm suddenly held down the soldier's hand and the bottle—it was the tall warrior in armor.

My name is Olaf, and I am a knight conferred by Viscount Meglandbuck. May I ask who you are?

Sol didn't answer Olaf immediately, he turned his head slightly and looked at the soldier who almost threw his bottle just now.

He had seen that face just now.

He had stared at this face up close. It's just that there are no eyes and noses on the face, but Sol still remembers the scar at the corner of his mouth.

Asshole, our captain is asking you something!

Soldiers around Olaf became dissatisfied because Thor hadn't answered.

But Olaf kept standing where he was, with a more serious expression.

What day is today? Sol suddenly asked when the soldier was yelling at him.

This abrupt question stunned the soldiers.

Olaf said in a deep voice, Today is May 14th.

It turned out to be half a month ago.

Sol's words completely fooled the opposite person.

Some soldiers even muttered Have we met a madman?

Have you just entered Ralph's Manor? Saul asked again.

His strange behavior made the originally irritable soldiers quiet down, and they all looked over with surprised eyes.

Olaf lowered his wrist slightly and took two steps forward.

We were indeed ordered by the Viscount and just entered here. Then who are you? When did you come in?

Then what answered him was a huge translucent palm.

Olaf quickly rolled and avoided, but the palm failed to catch him, but caught the soldier who was about to throw the bottle at Sol just now.

Witch...wizard!? Olaf, who dodged subconsciously, was not glad that he succeeded in dodging, and his gaze towards Sol was tinged with fear.

Witch, Master Wizard... The captured soldier didn't dare to struggle at all, the expression on his face instantly changed from flamboyant to frightened, and he kept begging for mercy, I...not...please, please forgive me.

The mage's hand pulled the soldier to Thor before throwing him to the ground.

The soldier lay shivering on the ground, not daring to get up.

Thor possessed himself and pulled from the soldier's fingertips the bottle he was about to throw.

The bottle is cold, and the feeling of holding it in the hand is normal, not like a hallucination.

Thor waved his hand again, and an arrow suddenly appeared, piercing the soldier's palm and piercing into the stone bricks on the ground.

Ah!!! The soldier wailed, his body twitching in pain.

Blood flowed out from the wound and fell to the ground.

The traces of blood also looked normal, not hallucinations.

But if it's not hallucinations, it's even trickier.

Thor made a move, and the soldiers on the opposite side were terrified.

This place has been deserted for two years. The Wizard Tower has never been managed by anyone, and wandering wizards rarely enter such a close place to the Wizard Tower. So they didn't expect that there would be other wizards here.

The swords they held tightly were trembling, but they didn't even have the courage to raise their hands.

In this world, who would dare to be an enemy of wizards?

Unless there are more powerful wizards on your side.

We are being unreasonable, my lord. Knight Olaf lowered his head, put down the sword in his hand, and pointed the tip of the sword to the ground, We just didn't expect you to be here, and your words are offensive. Please forgive David this time.

Sol threw the bottle in his hand and caught it again, What is this?

Olaf pursed his lips, This is holy oil blessed by witchcraft, and it does certain damage to spirit bodies.

Sol heard the words, uncorked the bottle, glanced at it, and put it back again.

Inferior witchcraft products, not even the lowest level of witchcraft props.

There are some light element particles in it, and it is estimated that the natural resistance of light and dark particles is used to destroy weaker spirits.

It won't be of much use when encountering wraiths, let alone the current chaotic predicament.

And if these people really came in half a month ago, unless they brought enough rations, they should all be dead by now.

Thinking of this, Sol waved his hand, dispelling the witchcraft.

Soldier David trembled all over and covered his wound, but he didn't dare to get up immediately.

Olaf, come here.

The knight held his breath, swallowed nervously, put his long sword back in its sheath, and signaled that he was not aggressive at all, and then walked in front of Sol with difficulty.

Turn around. Sol ordered again.

Olaf turned around nervously, not knowing what Saul was going to do.

Looking at Olaf's back, Sol was finally sure that he was the person he saw kneeling in the front hall of the castle when he just entered.

Because they are all dead in the front hall, so Thor can see their past here?

Come with me, and you follow. He pointed to Olaf and David lying on the ground.

Olaf helped David up, and the two looked at each other with bitter faces, but they didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly followed Sol.

Through the inner door, Sol once again entered the bright room next door, and this time he consciously paid attention to the movements of the two people behind him.

But just as he entered the room and took another step forward, the knight Olaf and soldier David disappeared again behind him.

Even Sol, who had been observing the two of them in semi-immersed meditation, found nothing.

His heart tightened, and his eyes suddenly dimmed.

The torrential rain beat against the window edge, crackling.

He actually returned to Ralph Manor half a month later!

Sol closed his eyes, holding the holy oil bottle in his hand, still real and cold.