Diary of the Death Wizard

Sol didn't answer the person coming immediately. His eyes swept around and found that there were many people coming and going in the hall on the first floor, a few of them were led by people wearing the same clothes, and most of them were acting alone.

During Sol's observation period, the man who was suspected to be a hotel attendant beside him had been waiting quietly.

The man was taller than Thor, so he kept his neck hunched and his waist hunched when he was talking to Sol.

Sol didn't deliberately leave people alone, and after a quick scan, he entered the hall following the guidance of his attendants.

I hope to find a quiet, remote house, preferably in the suburbs, but not more than half a day's journey from Outpost.

The hall on the first floor is the decoration of a luxurious tavern, but a spacious aisle is left in the middle of the hall for people to walk.

And in the middle of the aisle, a black short-pile carpet was laid.

When Saul walked in, no one else was walking on the carpet but him.

Even the man who led the way was walking close to the carpet, but he didn't dare to step half a centimeter away from the carpet.

Fortunately, when Sol came in, the hall was still very lively, and it didn't quiet down instantly because of his entry, otherwise Sol would feel a little embarrassed.

Although he doesn't care about other people's eyes, he also doesn't like being regarded as a national treasure all the time.

Instructing Sol's attendant to lean his upper body to his side, he said in a low voice that he could hear: We can provide you with a variety of options, please sit in the private room for a while, and we will present you detailed information.

The man led Sol to a place similar to a private room, in the deepest part of the hall.

When Saul went in and sat down, the male servant would call for water to be served.

No need. Sol stopped his unnecessary actions, I heard that you came here as soon as possible to fulfill my request. How long is it before I see your information?

The smile on the attendant's face disappeared, and he bowed and said, Within three minutes.

After speaking, he saluted Sol again, then quickly walked to the door, and explained Sol's request to the people waiting outside.

At this moment, a distant quarrel came in through the half-open door.

...I said, my luggage was lost in that haunted house! You guys must help me find it!

Sorry, Mr. Sander, we have already sent someone into the house that you rented out, and there is no luggage in it.

Impossible. I was just about to move in. I didn't even unpack my luggage, so I ran into a ghost! You sold this house to me, and you must be responsible.

But Lord Sander, we have sent three groups of people into the house in a row, and you were there the last time. You are also aware of the situation at that time. There are no ghosts inside, and there is no luggage of yours.

It must have been hidden by a ghost that time. I don't care. You must find my luggage. It contains my very important things! If you lose my luggage, I will tell people everywhere that you have rented it out. Ghost houses to outsiders!

Lord Sander... We sympathize with what happened to you in the new house. It cannot be ruled out that your luggage may have been stolen by others after you left without closing the door.

Others, ha, the house you introduced to me is in the deep mountains and old forests, and there is a lake next to it, and you can't even see the neighbors' roofs. Tell me, there are other people?

At this time, another voice was a little impatient.

Mr. Sand, it is you who requested a secluded environment, no more than half a day's drive from the town, and it would be better if there is a lake next to it for you to take a walk in the moonlight! The house we provide definitely meets your requirements!

But I didn't ask the house to be haunted!

At the beginning, the voices of the two people were not loud, but the wizard has strong mental strength and five senses are much better than ordinary people, so Sol can hear clearly.

But soon, the voices of these two people became louder and louder uncontrollably, and it was estimated that everyone in the hall could hear them.

At this moment, the original male attendant turned back with several stacked papers, and was about to present them to Sol when he was interrupted.

Sol raised his right hand and pointed outside.

My lord, I'll make them quiet right away, if you need them to come and apologize to you...

I want the house that Mr. Sander retired from. If your procedures have not been completed, please invite him over.

The attendant was stunned for a moment, but he immediately rearranged his expression and bowed his head respectfully, No problem, my lord.

So, only two minutes later, Sander sat across from Saul with a nervous expression on his face.

He came in with him, as well as the rental agreement that hadn't been signed yet.

My lord. Sander raised his head cautiously, and immediately lowered his gaze when he met Sol.

Saul swept Sander's body without hesitation. Sander, who seemed to be making trouble for no reason, turned out to be a little boy.

This little boy is a very accurate adjective.

Because Sander in front of him didn't know what to apply on his face, the effect was a little more natural than using flour as a foundation.

Fortunately, he also knew how to apply a little flesh pink on his cheeks to make him look normal, otherwise he wouldn't know who to be afraid of.

He also had long curly hair that fell down to his shoulders.

But looking at the familiar expressions of several attendants, Sol knew that this might be a dressing custom in a certain place.

Are you saying there's a ghost in the house you just rented? Saul asked.

Yes, Master Wizard. Sander didn't dare to look at Sol again, and could only look down at the ground in front of Sol's toes.

What kind of ghost?

Sander unconsciously rubbed his fingers, I, I didn't see the ghost directly.

After finishing speaking, he seemed to be afraid that Saul would misunderstand that he was lying, so he hurriedly continued speaking: Although I didn't see it directly, there are really ghosts in that house. As soon as I walked in, the door was closed immediately, and I I swear, my clothes didn't get caught on the doorknob, and there wasn't even a hint of wind!

It may have been suspected by countless people. Sander explained while narrating, for fear that Sol would also misunderstand him as a liar.

And when I was going upstairs, someone pulled my trousers. I swear I was not slippery! I really saw a gray hand! His nails were also pitch black, and he scratched a part of my trousers. Hole.

Sander then told what happened to him in a guest room on the first floor.

What peeping eyes, what creepy laughter, what windows that can't be closed.

Thor noticed that the attendant who was listening at the door had rolled his eyes impatiently.

But Saul knew that the man named Sander was not lying.

When he squinted to look at Sander, he saw a rotten gray arm hooked around Sander's neck.

Judging from the bone and skin condition of the arm, it should belong to a young girl or a slender teenager.

It's just that the elbow and wrist of the rotting arm are hidden in Sander's curly hair, and it's hard to see whether there is still a person hanging behind him.

A maggot fell into Sander's collar because of Sander's agitated movement, and the latter just raised his hand a few seconds later and scratched at his chest casually.

My lord, what I said is true, please believe me!

Sander, who had finished telling everything, finally raised his head, staring hard at his big sincere eyes, trying to impress the powerful wizard in front of him.

Fifteen minutes late TAT