Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 139 Is he lying?

"Hehehehe..." The evil spirit chuckled, baring its teeth at the trembling Wright on the ground. "Do you think I'm an idiot?"

Thor, hidden within the spirit body, surprisingly felt a sense of agreement with the evil spirit's words.

"Is Senior Byron lying to the evil spirit? But how could an evil spirit believe such a thing? Or is Senior Byron just stalling for time?"

Wright was trampled underfoot, and could only look up helplessly at Byron, praying in his heart that the evil spirit was indeed a fool.

In short, none of the living, the dead, or the half-dead present believed what Byron said.

Perhaps because what was present was merely a phantom of Byron, he appeared quite calm.

"I know you think I'm lying to you, but I hope you can give me a few minutes. There's a reason I've come to see you. Your family, the Kema family, is related to our Gorsa Wizard Tower by marriage."

"Ha!" The evil spirit named Morton chuckled briefly. "The Kerma Empire didn't fall after my death? Or have my descendants degenerated into nothing more than breeding beasts?"

Byron remained unfazed. "After your death in the Valley of Fallen Hands, a great wizard intervened and mediated the war. Although both the Kerma and Knath Empires were reduced to duchies, they at least preserved some territory, allowing your family to continue."

Morton maintained his sneer. "They'd give up resources they've already got? You're kidding me!"

Thor and Wright: "..."

Byron continued, "Because of the Battle of Handle Valley, almost all the wizards in the western region were wiped out. Other forces from the Wizarding Continent took the opportunity to enter the western region and divide up its resources. In order to maintain stability in the western region, the various forces signed the Western Treaty."

Morton's eyes flickered, but he refrained from further sarcasm, seemingly somewhat convinced.

Byron quickly pressed his advantage, "In fact, our Wizard Tower originated from wizarding forces on other continents. So you don't need to worry about us having any grudges."

Morton narrowed his eyes and said in a sinister tone, "Then why did you come to me? And why send someone as insignificant as you, a third-rate apprentice?"

He leaned forward, stomping his feet, "Do you really think I've gotten stupid from being dead for so long?"

Wright was immediately trampled and howled in pain.

Morton, annoyed by his noise, stepped on Wright's mouth again.

"Say one more word and I'll send your mouth to the back of your head!"

Wright quickly suppressed the pain and dared not make a sound.

Morton looked up again, seemingly waiting for Byron's explanation.

"He... seems to be starting to believe it." Thor stared at Morton and Byron in disbelief.

Byron's tense face relaxed slightly when he saw that Morton was willing to continue listening to his reasons.

He quickly glanced at Bill and Wright on the ground, pursed his lips, and then said, "Because of the Western Treaty, we can't openly come to you. We can only send a few inconspicuous Level 3 apprentices under the guise of searching for resources on the outskirts to secretly look for your whereabouts."

"As for why I'm looking for you... do you remember your great-granddaughters, Yura and Kira?"

Thor's eyes widened.

He had never heard of the name Yura, but wasn't Kira the second-tier wizard who had once come to the Wizard Tower and acted arrogantly towards the tower master?

Was Byron telling the truth?

Wright probably recognized the two names as well, his eyes widening in surprise, but he dared not utter another sound.

Upon hearing those two names, Morton was lost in memories.

It is difficult for an evil spirit to recall the good things from its life.

After a long silence, Morton finally raised his head. "Yes, my two great-granddaughters, only three years apart, both have wizarding talent. We celebrated for three months."

Byron bowed slightly and said, "One of your great-granddaughters, the beautiful Miss Yura, is our Tower Master's wife."

Thor's arm, which was supporting his chin, went limp, and his head slid right off his palm.

He recalled Gorsa, who was wrapped in pink bandages all over his body, and wondered what use a wife would be to a man like that.

Senior Byron, are you really not lying?

Wright, however, on the ground, blinked slowly, revealing a thoughtful expression.

However, Morton frowned upon hearing this, a hint of doubt creeping into his eyes. "Yura? With her personality, she cares about nothing but experimental research. How could she possibly get married?"

Byron: "Perhaps it's because our Tower Master was a second-tier wizard, just like you in your lifetime."

Morton immediately raised his eyebrows. "That's certainly impressive. No wonder Yura was ever interested. But how can you prove you didn't make up a story to lie to me?"

Byron bowed with his hand on his chest and said solemnly, "For the sake of the Kema family and the Wizard Tower, the Tower Master ordered me to secretly search for your whereabouts. He believes that someone as great as you would not disappear easily. I have come here many times without success, but today I have finally met you. However, I have no proof on me, because this matter must never be known to outsiders."

Morton suddenly pressed down hard on his foot again, causing Wright to twitch in pain, but he suppressed his voice and dared not cry out.

"Ridiculous. Even if you have no proof, why did you run away when you encountered me underground? Now you're just facing me with a phantom image. What are you afraid of?"

Byron remained expressionless, lowering his eyes. "You've changed quite a bit; I didn't recognize you at first. It wasn't until later that I realized who you were. As for Phantom... I'm deep underground right now, time is of the essence, and I can't fly, so this is the only way I can communicate with you."

Morton stared at Byron for a while before finally releasing his foot from Wright.

Wright, who had been convulsing, finally relaxed, but his face was so badly injured that he was no longer able to show his face to anyone.

He experienced firsthand the capricious nature of evil spirits.

Morton crossed his arms, raised his chin, and said, "So now that you've found me, are you going back to report? After saying all this, you want me to let you go?"

"On the contrary, I would like to ask Lord Morton to come to me. Although I have found you, I can tell that you are not in good condition. Lady Yura had anticipated this situation and taught me a magical array beforehand that can help stabilize your consciousness. She will come to pick you up when she finds an opportunity."

Where are you?

"This is where we met you, here in the Soul Storm."

Morton's eyes immediately narrowed. "You think I'd be fooled?"

Seeing that Morton seemed about to go berserk again, Byron quickly sped up his speech.

"The soul storm here is small in scale, and after we disturbed it, its state is already very unstable and it may collapse at any time. But I remember that only part of your spirit left the soul storm. If we wait for the soul storm to collapse, it will be very difficult to find the rest of your spirit."

The loss of his soul would cause Morton irreparable harm, and he couldn't possibly be indifferent to it.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Morton's expression shifted, sometimes hesitant, sometimes angry.

Finally, both expressions appeared on the left and right halves of his face at the same time.

Morton finally sorted out his thoughts and said sternly, "That storm contained fragments of the souls of hundreds of people. Even I couldn't keep them intact. What can a third-level apprentice like you do?"

Byron said, "Lord Morton, although I am only level three, I have studied souls and corpses in the Wizard Tower for more than ten years and have made some progress in this area. Otherwise, the lady would not have sent me here, nor would she have given me that magic circle. That magic circle can help you find the lost part of your soul and maintain your stability, so that Yorlaf can help you leave this place."

Morton finally slowed his speech. "Did Yura really send you?"

"If I wanted to escape, there would be absolutely no need for me to use the precious Phantom Stone to contact you. If I wanted to set a trap to harm you... to be honest, even I don't think I could succeed."

Seeing that Morton was somewhat moved, Byron quickly added fuel to the fire.

"Lord Morton, the soul storm can't hold for much longer. You're just here to take a look; there won't be any loss for you. I can let you inspect everything about the magic circle, and you can decide whether to proceed or not."

Morton lowered his head; he was really starting to consider it.

Saul, sitting on the diary watching the scene unfold, patted it blankly. "Hey, Diary Bro, is this guy really Byron?"

This is the third update. It's afternoon now, no mistake.

(End of this chapter)