Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 172 Itchy Meat

What I fear most is a sudden, long silence.

Seeing that Kongsha remained silent, Saul became a little anxious; his eyes were still bandaged.

"It seems my worries were unnecessary. Well then..." Kongsha suddenly hesitated to offer Solti advice, and instead put it more tactfully, "If you're interested in a program to enhance mental strength, I can take you somewhere. You're sure to find a suitable locator there."

"Locator..." Although Thor already had a diary, he had no clue how to turn it into his locator.

It would be good to learn from other positioning solutions; it could broaden his thinking.

"Senior Kong Sha, locators aren't that easy to find, are they? Is the place you mentioned particularly dangerous?"

"Yes! But powerful locators only appear in dangerous places. Thor, you are indeed... excellent now, but if you want to continue on the path of wizarding, you can't be satisfied with your current achievements. Sometimes, you just want to stop and rest, and when you set off again, you will find that you can never catch up."

The eyeballs in Kongsha's head shrank back one by one, as if they could sense her sorrowful mood.

"Could this be Kongsha's real experience?" Thor pondered. "Sorry, I still need to think about it."

Despite being tempted, Thor did not immediately agree.

Kong Sha's shoulders slumped slightly. "I can give you the locator solution first. Even if you don't use it, you can sell it to someone else for a high price. For second-level apprentices, locators have always been the rarest and most valuable items."

The job in the second warehouse was indeed highly sought after; Thor hadn't even settled in before so many people were already eyeing him.

Ferguson openly wants the candle, while Kongsa wants the whisper of the elf number 117.

The first item, which Thor had heard Kugin say seemed useless but was actually very valuable, would give Thor leverage over it if he took it out. Kugin and his men could then use it to blackmail him.

The second item was an elf item that Senior Byron had warned Thor not to touch before reaching level three.

Thor found it strange that Elvish was taboo when their magical writing system included Elvish.

However, Thor was too weak at the time and had neither the energy nor the qualifications to investigate the reason.

This time he has a chance to learn more. But until he's sure, he will never carry anything related to elves with him like Kongsa and Sid did.

The elven puppet that Thor was curious about was one that could deter wizard apprentices from using their mental powers simply by holding it in their hands.

Isn't this a deadly weapon specifically designed to target wizards?

"How about this, Senior Kongsha, if I'm ready within ten days, I'll come to your dorm at the time we agreed on before."

Saul wasn't trying to brush Kongsa off. If he didn't want to cooperate, he wouldn't have set such a long timeframe; he wanted to make her give up as soon as possible and stop hoping.

At 3:05, Saul finally returned to the second warehouse.

He first checked the communication pen and found that there were no tasks for the day.

Then he turned around and walked through the horde of corpses to the wall to check the number of lit candles.

91.

This number was a bit dangerous, so Thor quickly increased it to over one hundred.

He held the lamplighter and waited for a while, but none of the candles suddenly went out.

Thor nodded in satisfaction. "No wonder Kukin said the second warehouse was the safest place; this mission is going to be easy!"

The next second, Saul, who had painstakingly lit the lamp, put away the electric lamp, moved a large box, and placed it under an unlit candle.

He climbed onto the box, holding a beaker in his left hand and a small knife in his right.

Standing on the box, Thor's line of sight was as high as the candlelight.

He used a knife to cut a small piece of candle and dropped it into the beaker that was holding the candlestick underneath.

Saul crouched down and placed the knife and beaker at his feet, then stood up again, took out a lamplighter, and tried to light the candle.

As expected, the candle lit, but it was shorter than the candles in the other candlesticks.

Saul looked back and surveyed the entire storeroom. All the candles in the storeroom were the same height.

Only the candle he cut was shorter.

"The candles in the wizard's tower are always lit, never going out, and no one seems to replace them. Why are they all the same height? It's as if a machine has precisely measured them."

Saul jumped off the box, picked up the beaker and dagger, and returned to the long table.

"I used to think that a servant or apprentice was specifically responsible for changing the candles. But only the tower master and I can freely enter and exit the second storeroom, and no one else can get in, so this must still be the effect of witchcraft."

Thinking of this, Thor suddenly put down the beaker, picked up the dagger, and ran back to the large chest.

He pushed the large box under a broken candlestick that had no candles on it. He climbed back up and used his dagger to pry the candlestick off the wall.

The base of the candlestick was firmly fixed to the wall with six long iron nails, and even with the strength of Saul's arms, it took a lot of effort to pull one of the candlesticks out.

The nail that had detached from the wall fell off the candlestick base due to inertia and clattered to the ground.

Thor moved the knife and candlestick to his left hand, placed his right hand on the wall, and leaned over to peer into the hole exposed beneath the candlestick.

On the wall beneath the base, there is a small hole about one centimeter in diameter, dark and indistinct inside.

Thor gently moved the tip of his right finger near the entrance of the hole.

"Light Spell".

The warm-colored magical orb slightly illuminated the interior of the small hole.

The small hole contained neither rough mud walls nor smooth metal pipes, but something that looked wrinkled and fleshy—somewhat like blood vessels or intestines.

At the bottom of the blood vessel, there is a thin layer of dried white substance.

Thor immediately turned his head to look at his left hand.

The bottom of the already damaged candlestick he was holding also had a thin layer of dried white substance.

"Could these two things be the same substance?" With curiosity, Thor tried to use the dagger in his hand to dig out some white substance from inside the pipe.

However, the blade of the short knife was not narrow enough, and the white substance was located deep inside the pipe, making it impossible to reach unless the wall was broken.

Saul initially intended to run back to exchange it for a steel needle or tweezers, but before doing so, he suddenly asked himself, almost to himself, "Would it be dangerous if I touched it?"

The diary is not responding.

So Thor answered himself, "There shouldn't be any danger. After all, candles are everywhere in the wizard's tower. The rulebook only says not to extinguish candles, but it doesn't mention not touching them. My job often requires me to be in contact with candles, so I might come into contact with them. Since it's not mentioned in the rules, the candles themselves should be harmless."

With that in mind, Saul inserted his right fingertip into the pipe—the diary remained still—and gently scooped out a little white substance.

But as he flicked his index finger, he suddenly felt the pipe seem to move slightly.

It felt like someone had suddenly tickled a sensitive spot, causing it to contract slightly.

The tremor was so slight that Thor wondered if he was seeing things.

He reached in and dug around again, but there was no movement.

He then gently, like scratching an itch, dangling strands from the inner wall of the pipe.

Suddenly, the pipe actually moved again.

The tremor was still very slight, but Saul, who was now mentally prepared, could see it clearly.

That pipe is live!

It even has ticklish spots!

With a complicated expression, Thor pressed the cut-off candlestick back into place. Of course, he also took some of the white substance from inside the candlestick, but he didn't dare to mess with the "blood vessel".

Afterwards, he carried the two substances back to the long table.

Now, Thor pushed the messy long table into a small open space. On it were placed a small section of candle, white substance dug out of the pipe, and white substance left in the candlestick.

Thor then took small amounts of each of these substances and conducted various basic property tests.

After several rounds of experiments, the three substances showed identical behavior, which basically confirmed that they were the same substance, namely the candle itself.

"The candles in the candlesticks are supplied through pipes. So the candles here don't need maintenance and never burn out."

"The candles in the storeroom are the same as those outside; they don't shorten, except that they go out. So there should also be a living pipe under the candlesticks in other places."

Thinking about this, Solton felt a chill run down his spine.

He looked up and around. "Could it be that we're actually living inside the body of some kind of creature?"

The cold warehouse displayed all sorts of materials, including many limbs of various creatures. Even the neat and smooth surfaces could not lessen the suffering they endured when they died.

All the cruelty, bloodshed, and darkness are hidden beneath neatly cut stone slabs...

"Could the Wizard Tower be some kind of synthetic organism? Does it imprison countless living beings?"

With countless living beings come countless grievances, so the Wizard's Tower must never be plunged into darkness.

Because darkness awakens lurking fears!

Recently, each chapter has been quite long, so I'm now part of the 5000-word club, not the 4000-word club.

It has evolved~

(End of this chapter)