Diary of the Death Wizard

The big fish was bitten by the hook.

Sol waved his hand and asked Xiaozao to send him to the laboratory on the basement floor, while he picked up the mushroom chair and walked towards the lake.

Long time no see, Jia Jia Drum. He first greeted his old acquaintances, and then looked at the new second-level wizard, Hello.

Hello. The second-tier wizard on the opposite side also nodded in return, Wizard Sol.

Thor secretly looked at this strange second-order wizard. The wizard robe on him looked more complicated and solemn, and it didn't look too much like the local clothing style of the State of State.

Jia Jiagu hurriedly introduced to Sol, Sorcerer Sol, this is a second-level wizard, Lord Justin. He came to see you, uh...uh...

Jiajia drum hesitated to speak.

Justin took Jia Jiagu's words and directly expressed his intention, I want you to help me treat the injuries and pollution on my body.

I have done some research on decontamination, but your Excellency is a second-order wizard after all, and my means and methods may not meet your needs.

Also, I'm not very good at healing injuries. I think since you are a second-level wizard, you should be better at healing witchcraft than me.

It hasn't opened for half a year, but Saul wants to keep this new patient.

It's just that you have to explain your strength in advance, and you can't make the other party expect too much, so as not to turn the business into hostility.

I have already heard about your ability from Jiajiagu, but my situation is really special.

Justin stopped halfway through his speech, and glanced sideways at Jiajiagu.

Haha, the two adults talk first, I will go to Butler Hope to hand over the goods. Jia Jiagu was very interesting, and left on his own, leaving space for Sol and Justin.

After Gaga drums away, Justin slowly removes his metal mask.

This person's face turned out to be sunken inward!

The bridge of the nose, which should have been high, was deeper than the eye sockets. It was as if the entire bridge of the nose had been cut off, and then a hammer had been slammed into the wound.

And in the deepest part of the nose depression, there are a few yellow-green spots.

I'm from the continent of Neferet. I entered the land of no man five years ago. To be precise, I escaped here.

Justin's voice was flat and his eyes were unwavering, as if he was telling someone else's experience.

I am a wanted criminal who was issued a removal order by the adjudication court.

The Tribunal, Thor has heard of it, but the removal order...

He thought of the wizard Jassim who killed two wizards with the black blade and then killed himself.

The opponent is from the tribunal.

Seeing the change in Saul's eyes, Justin knew that the other party had heard of the name Tribunal.

You don't have to worry about angering the Tribunal if you treat me. They don't go into Borderlands, which is why I ventured here.

Jassim's words are very informative.

The Tribunal does not enter no man's land.

Why?

There are no barriers or checkpoints here, even wizard apprentices and ordinary people can come in and out at will-as long as they don't encounter those fatal dangers.

It seems that this place is called the land of no man, not just because of the pollution and terrible rules it contains, there should be other reasons.

Justin paused for a moment, giving Sol enough time to think before continuing.

I was wounded by the adjudicator of the tribunal on the way to escape. The solidified metal protection of my body was almost destroyed. After I entered the land of no man, the wound was corroded by the pollution here.

In the past few years, I have tried my best to treat the injuries and suppress the pollution, but my body has reached its limit very quickly. If there is no way to solve it, I am afraid that I will not live for a year.

I don't know whether it's a habit of character or despair, but when he said that his life is not long, Justin remained calm.

This made Sol a little admire his demeanor.

Few people can feel the slow approach of death with such equanimity.

Sorcerer Saul, your reputation has spread in this area, but to be honest, few people dare to come to you for treatment.

Saul stroked his chin and readily admitted, Indeed.

To decontaminate is to expose your vulnerability to other people. Normal people don't come to you.

Right. Sol nodded.

However, his role as a doctor is only a cover, and if too many people come to him, it will be an annoyance.

But I'm different. I've basically tried all the methods I can try. The rest are either too dangerous or there is no way at all. So I came to you. This is probably my last attempt.

Saul didn't make a promise, Can you let me see your injuries and pollution first?

Okay, but I need to do some protection. Justin said frankly.

Saul agrees.

So, Justin silently chanted the spell, and a piece of golden metallic liquid appeared under his feet.

This liquid extends around under the two people's feet, forming a regular triangle, and then grows obliquely upward from each side, finally forming a closed regular tetrahedron.

Saul watched Justin's magical fluctuations as he performed his witchcraft from beginning to end.

He found that the opponent's spellcasting technique was thick and steady, but there was a tremor and uneasiness hidden in the fluctuation of his magic power, which was as worrying as an ant's nest in a dam.

Later, Saul stepped forward to check Justin's injuries, but the latter turned around suddenly and sat on the ground.

Then, he slowly lifted the scalp on the back of his head.

There was a harsh sound like tearing tape.

Saul tried to calm himself down and look more professional.

The skin on the back of Justin's head is fake skin treated with witchcraft. And the back of his head to the neck is all made of metal.

Not Keli's metallic skin, but real hard, cold metal.

But this metal, which should have been smooth and shiny, had a thick layer of yellow-green impurities.

Irregular shape, rough surface.

Sol took out a glass rod and swept it lightly, and saw some fine pieces falling down.

He quickly caught it with a petri dish.

If you don't mind, can I do a little test experiment on these first?

Of course. Justin raised his hand, his nails turned into metal-like sharp knives, and he did it himself, cutting off a piece of metal surface with impurities for Sol.

Thor noticed that the back of the opponent's metal head was still made of metal, and he wondered if there was still traditional flesh and blood.

These newly exposed metal layers are smooth and bright, but after a few seconds of exposure to air, they start to develop some dull color, which quickly changes to the familiar yellow-green.

The surface is also starting to get rough.

Sol compared the petri dish with the newly grown substance on the opponent's head, and it was the same kind from the outside.

It looks like the metal is rusted, Thor said.

Justin put his scalp back on, then stood up, but still turned his back to Saul.

Yes, I major in metallic witchcraft. You use rust to describe it very vividly. I am now rusting rapidly, continuously, and repeatedly. And this phenomenon has spread from the initial nose to to my whole head.

Justin's eyes showed a little fragility when his back was facing Saul.

But when he turned around, the fragility in his eyes was completely covered up.

Saul didn't stare at Justin anymore.

He's already bowing his head to study the properties of matter in a petri dish.

He had already seen that this sorcerer, who was calm on the surface, was actually very proud inside.

Although he can bravely reveal his most vulnerable side physically, he refuses to reveal a little bit of psychological vulnerability for it.

That being the case, Sol naturally had to politely avoid it.