Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 107 (Mountain Town Storyline) One bowl cannot hold a bucket of water

Sherley scrambled to his feet, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"Are you from the Wizard's Tower?"

Thor knew it was because he looked younger than he was, so he didn't explain further. He simply used a mage's hand to deliver the letter that had fallen to the ground accurately to Shelly.

"Got it this time." Thor's smile vanished, and his voice instantly dropped eight octaves. "If you knock it off again, I'll twist your head off too."

Upon hearing this, Shirley instinctively reached out and gripped the letter tightly.

He looked down and could basically confirm that it was a handwritten note from the Wizard's Tower.

While the other person was looking down at the letter, Saul whispered to Penny, "I've been thinking about it, and if we want Ada to be happier in the future, it would be better if you stayed by his side."

Penny tilted her head back, and her eyes involuntarily opened again, revealing gray pupils that were no longer the silvery starry sky they once were.

Saul took away Penny's eyes, and also her ability to see the world through dreams.

For an ordinary person, this may not necessarily be a bad thing.

"Wait a moment, Brother Thor. I'll take you home once I'm done with my business."

Penny nodded, stretched out her hands, touched Thor's clothes, then slid them down to the hem and clenched them tightly.

Saul kept some attention on Shelly at the other end of the room. Although Shelly was reading Rum's letter, he could launch an attack at any moment.

Thor couldn't guarantee that the Wizard Tower's prestige would really intimidate this first-level apprentice who hadn't even mastered the basics.

After all, there's a saying: ignorance is bliss.

Look at what this wild first-level apprentice is doing.

He actually wanted to refine vengeful spirits to enhance his own magical power?

Do you feel that you are too clear-headed right now, and that your brain hasn't completely failed yet?

Sherley, sitting opposite him, finally finished reading the letter, his face turning pale and then flushed.

Actually, the letter was very short. Saul read it and just gave him a good scolding.

The letter essentially stated that the tribute from Mosail Town to the Wizard Tower was optional, and if they didn't care, they wouldn't need to send any more.

However, his tone was much colder and his attitude was very arrogant, completely different from how a mentor would usually scold his apprentices.

Thor, however, felt that the Wizard Tower's attitude towards the Grinding Fruit was not so indifferent. Otherwise, they could have simply cut off contact. Why bother having him send a letter of rebuke and even suggest that he investigate the reasons for the reduced production of Grinding Fruit?

Thor had never heard of the material "Grinding Fruit" in the past two years and wondered where it would be used.

Shirley across from him was clearly struck by the words in the letter, so much so that when he finally put the letter down, the muscles in his face were twitching uncontrollably.

"My lord," Shelly said, suppressing his complex emotions, bowing to Saul, a boy who looked no older than his son, "please allow me to change my clothes; it would be too impolite of me to receive you like this."

"No need, I don't care about these troublesome formalities."

Saul's words immediately stopped Shelimai in his tracks as he walked toward his clothes.

Shelley looked over in disbelief, as if he wanted to say something.

But Thor cut him off, saying, "I don't know where you got this method of creating vengeful spirits. But this method won't upgrade you from level one to level two."

After hearing the old madman's story on the road, Thor realized that the town's leader seemed to be making a deal with the barbarians. And the barbarian priests had a unique method of using ordinary people to create vengeful spirits and even evil spirits.

This made Thor suspect that this first-level wizard apprentice was trying to advance to the second level using barbarian methods.

The reason he did nothing along the way was that he wanted to see directly what the people in this town were trying to do.

No amount of investigation can provide the same clarity as seeing it with your own eyes.

Looking at the wizard apprentice opposite him, whose body was as pale as a corpse soaked in water, Thor knew that the other party had been using vengeful spirits to enhance himself for at least a year or two.

Even if Thor didn't know the specific method, he could analyze it from the principle that one of the side effects must be that after absorbing many vengeful spirits, he would be troubled by their chaotic consciousness.

It will make you live in a nightmare all the time.

Suspicion, despair, madness, collapse...

Without appropriate measures, this would be Shelley's ultimate fate.

Based on this, Thor also guessed part of the reason for the reduced production of Grinding Fruit.

Grinding fruit ≈ Sedative

Sherry was probably using the Grinding Fruit to calm his chaotic mind.

However, this approach can only provide temporary suppression and will ultimately lead to a more intense outburst.

Shelly looked surprised when he heard Thor's words, but Thor could tell from the flicker in Shelly's eyes that Shelly might not take it to heart.

It's similar to the idea that "you don't understand, this is a family remedy passed down through generations."

"What's your name?" Thor suddenly asked.

"My name is Shelly, sir."

Sherry didn't know where to put his hands.

When he was alone, or in a position of absolute dominance, he thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of being in direct contact with nature without any inhibitions.

But when he is scrutinized and suppressed, his current nakedness becomes like that of a lamb in a sheepfold waiting to be slaughtered—with all its wool shaved off.

Thor could tell that the other person was uncomfortable.

But he couldn't let the enemy equip themselves.

Who knows what bizarre props might be hidden under their clothes?

"I remember you have a companion?" Thor said to Shelly, but his mind was elsewhere.

"Yes, sir, his name is Yuni, and he is also a first-class apprentice."

Thor then asked, "Did you two cultivate the Grinding Fruit together?"

"I'm mainly responsible for nurturing them; Yuni is better at fighting."

This means we can't just kill one and leave one alive.

Thor made up his mind.

"Do you know the requirements for advancing to the second-level apprentice level?" Thor asked, tapping his toes lightly.

Sheryl, sitting opposite him, was taken aback. She looked up, not understanding why the topic had suddenly shifted to this.

"This..." He hesitated for a moment, but still answered, "The magic power must be at least 45 joules, and a level 1 spell must be successfully constructed."

"What is your current magic power level?"

"44 Jiao, sir."

No wonder he's looking for another girl so quickly; he must be eager to break the ice.

"If I'm not mistaken, your magic power was already close to 45 joules before you... killed that girl yesterday, right?" Thor's toes unconsciously slid across the ground.

Because he had a little girl named Penny with excellent hearing by his side, Thor didn't use words like "refine" or "extract".

"Yes... sir."

"Even if I hadn't shown up today, you wouldn't have been able to use her to raise your magic power to 45 joules."

Sherley gave him that disbelieving look again.

"Your spiritual body is too loose; it simply cannot contain the magic power surrounding you. The vengeful spirits of ordinary people you created are extremely fragile, and since you lack the power to control them, they will naturally dissipate after reaching the critical point."

Wild apprentices receive incomplete or inadequate instruction.

"But, but..." Shelley seemed to have figured it out, but subconsciously refused to believe it.

To put it in a way you can understand, a bowl cannot hold a bucket of water.

This statement was so blunt that Shirley was stunned.

Thor's magic power also hit a bottleneck several times, but his situation was different from Shelly's. His lack of magical talent was holding him back, not because he had reached the limit of his mental strength.

There is a solution to Shelly's situation, but Saul cannot say for sure right now.

"I think you've figured out what to do next. I really don't understand why, having already pledged allegiance to the Wizard's Tower, you would still make a deal with the barbarians?"

Thor took a heavy step forward, startling Shelly.

Shirley finally raised his head, revealing a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"Because you, besides taking the Sound-Grinding Fruit, are unwilling to do anything else!"

He suddenly grabbed his arms with both hands, his fingertips digging into his flesh, and slashed downwards.

Blood gushed out, and emerging from the wounds were the ashen faces of young girls.

They floated out of Shirley's wounds, their faces blank, their feet still inside the wounds, their legs stretched thin and long, like helium balloons tied to him.

"I have no way out!" Shelly roared.

(End of this chapter)