Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 184 Temporary Positioning Device

Ignoring his worries about Kongsa leaving the East Tower later than eight o'clock, Saul became very curious about the relationship between Heywood and Kongsa after overhearing their conversation.

One of them was a mysterious Level 3 officer in charge of the first warehouse, and the other was the most powerful Level 2 officer.

But judging from Haywood's words, both of them, and even Ivan, were expendable pawns.

Thor gripped the cart handle tightly, watching the elf whispering inside the bottle, wondering what Kongsha was hearing.

On the way back, the tree branch once again demonstrated its influence on blurring one's perception of time. When Saul put the bottle back on the shelf, he thought more than ten minutes had passed, but when he looked back at the hourglass on the wall, he realized that only three minutes had gone by.

He retreated to the long table and silently started timing in his mind. When he looked up again after he thought a minute had passed, only a little over 30 seconds had gone by.

"Even after putting the whispered elf back, I still have trouble perceiving time. However, this cognitive dissonance seems to recover slowly, and meditation can greatly accelerate the recovery process."

It took Saul about an hour to fully regain his composure.

This made him look at the shelves with lingering fear.

"I was just moving bottles and transporting carts, and my perception of time became blurred. I wonder what price Kongsha paid for the listening ritual she completed. But aside from being depressed, she didn't seem to be affected much. Was it because of the tracking device, or did she have some other way to eliminate the effects?"

This time, although no real danger was encountered, the subtle influence on consciousness is still dangerous. If the elf whispers amplify their impact on consciousness, they might directly drive someone mad within an endlessly stretched timeline.

It's 9:30 pm now, not time to rest, not time to let our guard down.

Saul pulled out the two locator plans that Kongsa had given him, and after confirming with the diary that there were no major problems, he began to look through them.

After several days of research, he concluded that both out-of-body experiences and the problem of one's body dissolving were related to abnormalities in the spiritual body.

The cause of the anomaly could not be determined yet, but Saul did find a solution in the study on the 18th floor.

Although it's still just a conjecture at the moment, unlike other wizards and apprentices, Thor can verify his conjectures primarily through thinking, without incurring such a large sunk cost.

Having reached level two, Thor spent his time studying basic knowledge, witchcraft, and writing, as well as researching the locator.

I wonder if the tower master noticed something was wrong with Thor's body, which is why he brought him to the library on the 18th floor.

In short, Saul read many books that were helpful to his current situation.

There was some knowledge about positioning devices and incomplete solutions, plus the two complete solutions he had just obtained from Kongsha, so Saul could begin his research on positioning devices.

But unlike others, Thor's locator was already on him, which was his greatest asset at the moment: the Death Wizard's Diary.

However, despite its immense power, the diary has a well-known flaw: Thor cannot control it.

Except when communicating with the consciousness within the black pages of the diary, in which case the diary will obediently appear and disappear, the diary will not respond to Thor's requests at other times.

Most importantly, Saul has not yet found a way to connect his spiritual body with his diary.

He didn't even know where the diary actually resided in his body and soul.

Therefore, the experiment with the positioning device did not go as smoothly as Thor had initially thought.

"This matter can't be rushed. For a level two apprentice to advance to level three, in addition to meeting the physical and spiritual requirements, they also need to select and fuse with a positioning device. Even a level two apprentice as skilled as Kong Sha seems to have been stuck on the step of fusing with the positioning device for many years."

"However, I will be leaving the tower at the end of May to go on Lord Gorsa's mission. It would be too dangerous if my soul suddenly left my body at that time."

Although Thor can now return to his body in just six steps, if he gets into a fight with an enemy, the enemy won't give him even half a second to recover.

Therefore, Thor came up with a temporary solution to stabilize his spirit.

That's a temporary locator.

Temporary locators are rare and valuable even among advanced apprentices.

It's essentially a supplement to the wizard's own locator. Having a temporary locator provides double protection for the wizard's mental body and consciousness. It's like having a riot shield over a bomb suit.

Although the protective effect and scope are limited, it can still provide some protection.

It can further help the owner recover when the spirit body is shaken or contaminated.

Having made up his mind, Thor took out the doll he had rented from Kaz's lab but hadn't paid for.

After thinking for a moment, he placed another red candle on the table.

He looked left and right, the countless basic knowledge and formulas he had seen in the past two days swirling in his mind. Then Thor buried himself in writing various runes on paper.

As he wrote and calculated, more and more material was brought to the table by Saul.

The yellowed paper was filled day by day, and increasingly complex witchcraft circles and formulas for making witchcraft props appeared on it.

As the formula began to take shape, Thor began to imagine himself using the temporary locator he had designed.

Then the diary would tirelessly come out again and again to pour cold water on Thor... or pour lava on him.

More and more papers filled with writing piled up in the corner of the table, gradually forming a small mountain before collapsing to the ground with a crash.

Meanwhile, Thor is still searching for the optimal solution for the temporary locator.

……

A few days later, in a place a small town away from the Wizard's Tower.

Dark clouds loomed over the town of Sampo, and strong winds howled intermittently, making it seem as if a downpour could strike at any moment.

Thor sat in an ordinary single carriage, without any Wizard Tower markings.

He wore a plain cloth shirt with a leather breastplate over his upper body. His most noticeable feature, his arms, were covered by leather gloves.

He looks less like a wizard apprentice and more like a mercenary.

It's just a little small.

This mission was special. First, it was personally ordered by the tower master Gorsa, who warned Thor twice that it might be dangerous. Second, Thor also had his own special purpose.

After entering the town, the carriage slowed down.

Thor tilted his head, observing the scene outside through the carriage curtain that was constantly being blown up by the strong wind.

Perhaps because of the impending downpour, the streets of the town were unusually deserted.

Just then, the coachman outside suddenly turned around and shouted, "Young master, the road ahead is blocked!"

This coachman was the same one who took Saul to Blackburg last time.

After Thor returned directly to the Wizard's Tower from Handle Valley, the coachman, having received the news, also rushed back a few days later.

Upon hearing that it was Thor who needed the car, he immediately volunteered. And when they left the wasteland surrounding the wizard's tower, he carefully addressed Thor as "Young Master."

She expressed her gratitude to Saul in a careful and subtle way.

Thor opened the car door, and a gust of wind blew in, forcing him to squint.

The path ahead was piled with wooden fences and sandbags, and a sign hanging on the fence trembled in the wind, which read "Danger, Keep Out!" in Common.

"Are there any other roads leading to our destination?" Thor opened his mouth, his voice clearly reaching the coachman's ears.

Just as the driver was about to answer, a sudden gust of wind blew his hat off, revealing a small mushroom the size of a thumb on his head.

The little mushroom trembled violently under the onslaught of the gale, as if it would be blown away at any moment.

Saul raised his hand, grabbed the coachman's hat, and slammed it back onto the coachman's head.

"Thank you, young master!" The coachman, who had no communication abilities, could only raise his voice in the howling wind, "There are no other routes. The manor we are going to is at the end of this road, at the southernmost point of this town."

(End of this chapter)