Diary of the Death Wizard

A new day, one o'clock in the afternoon.

Hayden, a senior first-class apprentice, walked into the second mortuary room silently.

He glanced at the teleportation platform, the candle lights on it were dim.

Still no work today.

This is a good thing.

He has been disposing of dead bodies for three years.

The job itself was nauseating to him, and at the same time disgustingly boring.

But he can't do it, if he doesn't do this job, he doesn't know how to pass the monthly test.

There are fewer and fewer first-level apprentices entering the Wizard Tower with him.

A few successfully promoted to the second level, a few died in the test, a few died in the study, and a few persisted silently like him.

So, even though he was extremely tired of this job, Hayden still couldn't give it up.

There was no work today, so Hayden went to the table next to the wall and flipped through the books.

But he quickly buckled the book back.

He has read these books many times, and it doesn't help him to be promoted to the second level.

Actually, if you think about it this way, it would be good if you don't get promoted to the second level. Hayden looked towards the next door, There is already a second level apprentice who is responsible for the first process of disposing of the corpse. If I didn't have this job, I probably would have Like other second-level apprentices, you need to worry about whether you can pass the test every six months?

Thinking of this, Hayden was even less in the mood to read.

He walked to the conveyor belt and suddenly wanted to lie on it and try it.

But just as one of his legs was on the teleportation platform, there was a knock on the door.

He was startled, and his hands were almost empty.

This place, this time, who will come?

Could it be the newcomer from yesterday?

Hayden raised his chin and walked unsteadily to the door.

Who is it?

I'm a Second Class Apprentice, Sid.

Hayden's chin and shoulders immediately shrank together.

He quickly opened the door, and saw the impatient blond young man through the crack of the door.

The scarlet door opened a crack, and Hayden quickly got out.

Senior, are you looking for me?

What came out together with Hayden was the disgusting stench of the morgue.

Sid frowned and took two steps back.

Seeing this, Hayden hurriedly closed the door behind him.

I heard that there is a newcomer working on the mortuary?

Yes, a bluffing little boy.

How is he doing?

This... I haven't seen it yet, it should be okay, right?

Sid sneered, How good can a newcomer do? Besides, my junior also wants to do this job.

Huh? Hayden raised his head in surprise.

Can you think of a way to free up this job for him?

Free up? Hayden shrank his hands in embarrassment, his eyes swaying around, But the work in the morgue is all assigned by Katz.

When this job becomes available, I will naturally ask my junior to fight for it. Sid rubbed his fingers, the fingertips were slightly deformed, and fine white powder fell.

Then, shall I persuade that newcomer? Hayden asked tentatively.

Heh, Hisoka laughed inexplicably, If you do what I am satisfied with, I will give you a Midnight Feather.

Ah! Hayden straightened up completely, his eyes almost fell off, I, I...I will definitely let that kid...

Sudden!

Has the business reached the mortuary?

A low voice interrupted their conversation.

Hayden and Sid looked down the corridor at the same time.

Is that the second-level apprentice in charge of the mortuary? Sid narrowed his eyes. He came so early? I'm afraid there will be more blood this time.

However, when the person who spoke came out of the darkness, the pupils of Sid's squinted eyes suddenly shrank.

Hayden on the side almost sat on the ground.

Guide, mentor...

The one who came out from the depths of the corridor was not a second-level apprentice, but the mentor Katz.

Sid was stared at by Katz, and his heart trembled, but thinking of Teacher Katz's past behavior style, he said bravely, Mr. Katz, we just...

Katz raised his hand and interrupted Sid, I don't care what you are doing.

As soon as Sid felt relieved, he knew that the mentor didn't care about the apprentice.

However, Katz's next words almost made Syd sit on the ground.

Recently, many servants and apprentices in the tower have died. You go out and bring back a dozen seedlings from the outside world.

Sid's heart trembled, and he tried to turn around, Okay, Teacher Katz, after I finish the test next month, I will...

Next month? This month! You leave tomorrow, no, before this evening!

Katz stared, he was not tall, and when he looked angry, the other two apprentices suddenly felt that they were pushed into the crack of the stone by the opponent's momentum.

Mr. Katz, Sid was no longer as arrogant and domineering as before, and his head was full of cold sweat. I will test next month. If I leave the tower now, I may not be able to make it back in time.

Katz turned to Sid and said unmoved, You have to understand one thing.

All the servants, maids, and apprentices in the wizard's tower are the property of the tower owner, and you, Katz pointed at Sid with his wrinkled index finger, you have caused losses to the tower owner, so naturally you need to make up for it.

Sid opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

A drop of sweat slipped from his temples, fell to the ground, and shattered into several petals.

...

Sol learned that Sid had left the tower the next afternoon.

The person who told him was still Mentor Katz.

Senior Sid? Sol's face was a little pale.

He pressed his hand on the book he had just copied, his fingertips contracted, and the light yellow paper was gathered into a wrinkled ball.

But why... did he want to kill me? Saul shook his head puzzled.

You need to find a way to figure it out yourself. Katz took out a book and threw it on the table.

Sol looked down and saw that it was a thin silk book.

Corpse Refining Guide.

It was the first time he saw a book made of this cloth material.

I think you, uh, have a good talent. Take this book and read it. If you don't understand, you can ask me. Kaz glanced at Sol's reaction, turned and left.

Sol picked up the book.

A wizard book that is not a teaching material, at least two magic crystals a day, and a guide is much more valuable than cognition.

Instructor Katz gave him a lot of magic crystals.

The mentor is really interesting. Saul said with a soft smile.

He wanted to put Corpse aside, restrained the smile on his lips, and carefully smoothed out the crumpled book he had just created.

Chi~

With a soft sound, Sol heard the reputation and looked over.

The candle lights on the teleporter turned bright white.

Thor walked over and yanked the wrench down.

The black conveyor belt rolled up, and a fresh corpse covered in black leather came out from under the flow.

This time the deceased was a stranger, and he died relatively peacefully.

Thor lifted the black leather, and sure enough, the body was relatively intact.

This is the first time he has handled it independently.

Thor put himself into a semi-immersive state of meditation.

Although the walking map of the monster was Sid who asked someone to stuff it in, trying to kill him. But Sol was unexpectedly suitable for meditating with this picture.

Besides, if the hardcover book doesn't say anything, then you can continue to use it!

Saul fumbled for tools on the table behind him.

The corpse swayed slightly, and in a trance, the person lying on the transmission platform turned into Sid.

Thor closed his eyes and let himself return to reality.

Now I have a month, but when Sid comes back, I'm afraid there will be a more vicious counterattack.

Although the crisis has not been completely resolved, it still gave Sol a chance to breathe.

Now it seems that as long as I am still useful, I can get a certain asylum. I still need to make myself more useful.

While working, Sol glanced at the Guide to Corpse Formation that Katz gave him.

Suddenly, he stopped what he was doing.

Is there any connection between the refining of corpses... and the transformation of witch bodies?