Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 193 I fainted, I was faking it.

Victor, mimicking Thor, rested his chin on his hand. "In other words, what we've been seeing has always been an illusion. Meeting again and again in the wheel of fate, before and after death—it's a truly poignant encounter."

Victor paced back and forth on the stairs, gently rocking his harp, as if immersed in a musical poem of his own making.

"When our mental energy resonates with the spirits here through our spiritual energy field, we see sunny skies. But when we break free of this resonance, we return to rainy skies. Hiss—"

Victor stopped, leaned against the stair railing, and suddenly leaned back, his upper body almost stuck at a ninety-degree angle outside the stairs, looking at the spiraling steps and the distant rooftops.

"I really love this kind of romantic story."

He straightened his back again, stood up effortlessly, turned his head to the right, and looked at Thor. "But didn't you talk to the knight who disappeared half a month ago? If you saw the past, how could you have joined in? Surely those knights didn't encounter a wizard like you and say the same things, did they?"

"This is also where I was initially misled into thinking I was traveling through time." Thor recalled the scene in the castle's front hall where he saw a room full of people kneeling on the ground. "I was indeed communicating with someone, so after being misled, I habitually assumed that the mercenaries were afraid of me. The more certain I became that I had entered the past, the deeper I would sink into it, unable to escape."

"That's it!" Victor suddenly clapped his hands. "If we can really see what happened in the past, we can follow in their footsteps and maybe find out why they died. It must be related to the secret of this castle!"

Victor nodded toward the top of the stairs. "We've thought long enough. Now we should go find the truth. Don't you want to know what happened to those mercenaries after they went up there? Now that we understand the principles of the spirit field, we're prepared and won't be easily influenced anymore, right?"

Thor quickly lowered his eyes and then raised them again, letting out a somewhat abrupt sigh of relief.

"There's only one question left. We need to figure it out before we can go upstairs."

"What?"

Thor took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket. "Do you remember the thing that knight gave me? Why doesn't it disappear? I can't figure it out, and I dare not explore further. Who knows if the next attack will be real or an illusion?"

Seeing that Thor refused to continue exploring, Victor's face showed a hint of impatience.

He glanced at the object in Thor's hand. "You mean this bottle of holy oil? Perhaps you picked it up yourself after the hallucination. As long as we maintain the stability of our spiritual bodies, it won't..."

Thor suddenly chuckled. "Brother, didn't I tell you... that thing is called holy water?"

Victor narrowed his eyes.

Thor shook the small porcelain bottle in his hand, and the liquid inside made a muffled gurgling sound.

"So you deliberately slipped this medicine into my hand, didn't you?"

Victor couldn't hold back any longer. He lowered his head and laughed so hard his shoulders were shaking.

"Hehehe, hehehehe..."

"Everyone who encounters a wizard's question will assume the most terrifying possibilities. I'm not surprised that you could guess a little. But what I don't understand is how you could discover the essence of spacetime transformation after only entering two synchronizations. You even managed to see through my identity twice."

twice?

Saul was taken aback, but before he could react, Victor suddenly began to pluck the harp that had been silent for a long time.

As the ethereal music began, Thor's eyes began to glaze over.

He seemed to be making a final struggle, his eyes trembling constantly, sometimes looking at the man in front of him who was focused on playing the harp, sometimes staring at the air in front of him.

Victor's fingers brushed across the harp, finally pressing gently on the strings.

The music stopped abruptly.

Victor looked up, his expression complicated, and said, "Well, it seems my adorable little brother has reached the age where he'll tease his older brother. I'm really a little reluctant to let him go."

"However, the manor owner's show is about to begin, and as uninvited guests, we can't very well be absent at the end. So..."

Lightning flashed and thunder roared, piercing the darkness.

Without any warning, they "returned" to the rainy world once again.

Victor was still standing on the stairs, and Thor was still standing a few meters below him.

Victor, however, suppressed his complex expression, revealed a gentle smile, loosened the strings, and extended his right hand to Thor.

"My dear brother, do you still remember why you came here?"

"In order to..." Thor mumbled, "to find something. To solve a problem."

Victor clicked his tongue twice. "Still keeping your mouth shut."

"Then let's go find your precious thing now. Do you remember the old wizard and that little boy from earlier?"

Thor nodded slowly.

"They've already gone, and they're much more anxious than you! If you don't set off soon, you'll fall behind!"

Thor looked somewhat bewildered, raised his hands, and helplessly covered his cheeks. "But I seem to have forgotten something important."

A loud crash came from above their heads.

Victor and Thor both looked up at the same time, and the sound seemed to bring a few more signs of clarity back into Thor's eyes.

Seeing this, Victor quickly plucked the strings again.

A look of confusion returned to Thor's eyes.

As Victor played, he said quickly, "Naughty little brother, look, the people up there have already spotted your treasure. Hurry up, or someone else will take what was rightfully yours."

Thor finally showed an anxious expression, just as he had hoped, and began to walk forward, his pace gradually quickening.

His gaze swept past Victor as he headed towards the top floor of the spiral staircase.

The loud noise just now came from there.

Victor frowned anxiously. "We might need to go faster, much faster."

However, Victor's performance was only halfway through when Thor, who had run up to him, suddenly threw something at him and, with a sudden burst of strength in his left hand, jumped straight down the stairs.

Victor was taken aback and was about to dodge when he saw the thing explode in mid-air.

Countless pieces of iron flew out, many of which pierced Victor's body.

Completely unprepared and without time to cast a spell, he instinctively chose to hug the harp to his chest and protect it with his own body!

Victor looked up at Thor, who had landed on the first floor, his eyes filled with surprise. "You actually managed to break free?"

Victor also had a wound on his face, and blood stained a few strands of his long silver hair, which dripped onto the ground.

Thor stood on the next level, watching Victor gradually turn into a bloody mess, and did not answer.

The effect of iron and fire wasn't ideal in an open space, but Thor couldn't find a better opportunity to make it explode within Victor's vicinity.

Countless tiny black tentacles instantly extended from the back of Thor's neck, sweeping across the blood-soaked figure on the stairs.

Victor's narrowed eyes revealed a hint of surprise. "Were you just putting on an act?"

As he spoke, Victor's hands did not stop; he dodged while rapidly plucking the strings.

A clear yet stirring melody began, and the air subtly vibrated. Most of the black tentacles, just as they approached Victor, were sliced ​​into pieces by the sound waves and fell to the ground, twitching uncontrollably.

However, a few tentacles managed to evade the sonic attack and reached Victor.

Victor suddenly opened his mouth and let out a low growl.

Thor, who was standing at a distance, suddenly felt a ringing in his ears, and his previously stable mental body immediately began to vibrate.

The small algae's black tentacles also began to soften uncontrollably, barely managing to touch Victor's body, but unable to cause any more damage.

A few black tentacles, propelled by inertia, clung to Victor's body.

With a slight twist, the latter shook off all the tentacles hanging on its body.

(End of this chapter)