Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 175 Integration

"A soul, existing independently? Isn't that just a ghost?" Thor thought, recalling the various strange phenomena he had seen inside the wizard's tower.

"Of course not that form! It's a complete, independent, and conscious spirit, not a fragmented body that could go mad or be corrupted by the unknown at any time." Winnie said, getting a little excited, but as she looked at the red candle, her head gradually tilted down.

"They argued for a long time, and neither could convince the other. So Gorsa took Yura away. Ha, the Principality of Kema immediately and happily announced to the world that the two were married."

"Which ideology do the tower master and Mrs. Yura support?"

Winnie didn't answer immediately; the red candle had burned a third of its length, and the white flame was unusually steady.

"They did eventually become husband and wife, but one day, Yura woke up to find herself strapped to a dark laboratory. Gorza had personally cut open her skull and peeled off her skin to make a pink bandage."

At this point, Winnie slowly stood up and turned to look at Thor.

Thor vaguely saw a wretched smile in the black silhouette.

"Gorsa hid the skull, and then used resentment, grief, and fear to wrap himself in pink bandages. This way, he could hold on for a little longer."

Winnie suddenly reached out and pressed her hand against the white candle flame, and the flame was actually extinguished by her.

"It smells comforting, but it only brings temporary peace." Winnie withdrew her hand, her flat head suddenly turning ninety degrees to look at Thor. "Tell me, what will Gorsa do if one day Mrs. Yura's skull and skin stop working properly?"

Thor did not answer.

"Hehehehe..." Winnie laughed maniacally, her figure gradually fading and disappearing from Thor's sight.

Thor stood silently in place for nearly ten minutes before squinting and examining his surroundings.

The red candles went out, and the horde of corpses returned to their original positions at some unknown time.

Winnie's shadowy figure disappeared completely; she must have gone back to Gorsa's side.

Although Winnie was under Gorza's control, she was not entirely without freedom.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have come here today to talk about these past events.

However, the truth or falsehood of these words, and the intention behind them, remains unknown for the time being.

Saul picked up the red candle on the table. "Winnie, she's actually Mrs. Yura, but she just doesn't want to admit it."

He tucked the red candle into his robes and then checked the four wounds on his arm; unfortunately, none of them had healed.

There are probably other factors that allowed the eyes to return to normal.

At 2 p.m., Saul went to Kugin's dormitory.

Kukin was indeed waiting there.

"Senior Kujin, please tell Ferguson that at 2:55, he should have enough magic crystals ready and wait for me at the outermost metal door on the first floor of the East Tower. If he's late, I'll assume he's abandoned the deal."

Kukin was taken aback. Before he could even nod, Thor turned and left, giving him no room for discussion.

Kukin stared intently at Saul's retreating figure for a long time before turning and heading elsewhere.

After that, Thor went to his mentor Katz's laboratory.

Angela, who was still working there, was so frightened when she saw Saul that she jumped up from her chair.

"I brought food today."

Thor nodded and smiled. "Thank you, I'm not hungry."

He went into the cabinets in the laboratory, opened one of them, reached out and pulled out a wooden doll before returning to Angela.

"Rent a doll."

Angela couldn't help but take a half step back. "Okay, okay."

Pay in one hand and deliver in one hand.

Having obtained the doll, Thor wandered around outside for a while longer.

He went to see Wright first, and then met with Byron.

I went back to the dorm one last time, but unfortunately Keli hadn't returned yet.

I wonder if she'll be very surprised when she comes back and sees me?

Thor dawdled for a while before finally arriving back outside the second warehouse at 2:55 p.m.

Ferguson had already arrived.

I don't know how long he waited, but he looked restless and anxious.

"Why are you only just getting back?" Ferguson asked, barely managing to suppress his annoyance when he saw Thor.

Thor didn't waste any more words with him, "What does senior want?"

"..." Ferguson hesitated when he saw that Thor wanted to start the transaction right away.

"Senior, you've changed your mind? I have no objection to ending the deal now."

"Since it's your first time anyway, I won't make things difficult for you. I need a candle from the storeroom, not just a small section, but the entire candlestick. These things don't have serial numbers, and there are many in the storeroom. I don't think you'd be too afraid to even take one, would you?"

Thor crossed his arms, pondered for a moment, and said, "Why didn't you just grab one from the hallway? It's such a simple thing."

"The candles in the hallway are completely different from those in the storeroom," Ferguson said in a low voice. "The candles in the hallway are checked every day, while the ones in the storeroom are only known to you."

Thor didn't really want to pry into Ferguson's questions. "500 magic crystals."

"Impossible." Ferguson looked down at Thor, a flash of electricity in his eyes. "It's just a candle. I can give you 200 magic crystals at most."

"500 magic crystals." Thor held out his hand. "Or perhaps goodbye?"

Ferguson's cheek twitched twice, but he still took out a bag of magic crystals and a potion from his pocket.

"I didn't bring that many. This bottle of illusion potion is worth at least 150 magic crystals."

Thor took the money bag, opened it without ceremony, and scanned it with his mental power.

The magical energy emanating from the bag was very pure, around four hundred, and with the illusionant, it definitely exceeded five hundred.

Ferguson is giving it so readily now, probably thinking he can blackmail him into taking it back later.

Saul packed his things away with satisfaction. "Senior, wait for me here."

He went deep into the second warehouse, circled the group of corpses that had already returned to their places, and counted the lit candlesticks on the wall, which were still more than a hundred, before leaving just in time.

When Thor pushed open the right door of the metal gate again, Ferguson was standing outside with his eyes closed, arcs of electricity flashing across his body from time to time, exuding the oppressive aura of a third-class wizard apprentice.

Having witnessed the skills of powerful third-tier apprentices like Byron, Bill, and even Herman, Thor always felt that Ferguson was far inferior in some aspects.

Saul stepped forward and handed the box to Ferguson.

Ferguson sensed someone coming out, immediately opened his eyes, and saw the box right in front of him.

He grabbed the box and examined it with both magic and mental power, but found nothing unusual inside.

So he carefully opened a corner, "Why is it red?"

"Disguise techniques."

Ferguson had a bad feeling. "I need to check it out on the spot."

"Inspection?" Thor's heart tightened, but his face remained impatient. "Here?"

"The darkness here leaves no place to hide, so it's the safest place to inspect goods."

As Ferguson spoke, he took out a mini lamp and reached into the box.

"Sizzle!"

The red candle instantly lit up with a white flame.

He stared intently at the candle, and only after confirming that the white flame was real did he feel a weight lifted from his shoulders.

"You're quite honest." After receiving the stolen goods, Ferguson's previously serious expression finally broke into a smile.

However, just as he looked up, intending to teach this greedy Level 2 newbie a lesson, countless faces suddenly appeared before him.

Ferguson's hand trembled, and he almost dropped the box in his hand.

Around him, countless pale-faced corpses with their eyes closed appeared!

"A horde of zombies!!!"

Herman, who had been secretly working with Kugin, naturally knew what these corpses were.

That is one of the taboos of the second warehouse!

Every corpse that can be displayed in the warehouse has a designated number, and each of them was a powerful apprentice or even a formal wizard in life!

Each and every one of them is a taboo among taboos!

For a moment, Ferguson didn't even dare to breathe, and could only frantically roll his eyes, trying to find a way out among these "people".

His rapidly moving eyes suddenly stopped at a point.

There, Saul stood in the middle of the horde of corpses, the only one with his eyes open, staring at Ferguson.

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(End of this chapter)