Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 197 The Butler's Request

"The secret of the Death Wizard's Diary is definitely hidden here!"

For a moment, Thor forgot the pain and a smile appeared on his face.

He almost missed the secret of this place.

If Saul could gain a better understanding of the diary, he would be able to turn it into his tracking device much faster.

Perhaps we can unlock more secrets of the diary and deduce more ways to use it.

At that moment, an eerie sense of oppression came from behind again. Thor did not turn around, but stared intently at the diary.

He stepped forward and, following the patterns drawn on the black pages of the diary, began to unleash his magic.

When several nodes on the formation were connected, the gate on the ground suddenly opened a small crack to the outside.

A hint of joy flashed across Thor's face, and he quickly squatted down and lifted the entire door.

He quickly burrowed underground, and the algae sprouted from the back of his neck, helping Thor close the door behind him.

As soon as Thor jumped down, he stepped onto a soft, textured staircase.

Looking down, one could see that the steps were actually made up of the girl's arms.

He had never seen a man's arms so slender and fair, with such small joints.

"The person who used this as a staircase must be mentally disturbed, right?"

Thor has always prioritized practicality; he wouldn't bother with these intimidating things unless it was for research purposes.

Of course, Thor wouldn't meddle if others did the same.

Moreover, the person who made this staircase is likely already dead or rotten.

He jumped down the steps in a few steps and looked around the basement.

It can be confirmed that this basement is definitely the laboratory of Ralph Manor.

However, this laboratory... is rather shabby compared to Thor's laboratory.

It's not that there's a shortage of things.

The area is filled with all sorts of books and materials.

However, upon closer inspection, these materials are either very cheap or very common. The books displayed here are mainly ordinary books, notebooks, and handwritten copies.

In terms of variety and depth, it doesn't even compare to the libraries that Saul had visited. Not to mention the tower master's private collection.

But the place is still packed full, a last stand of a fallen wizarding family.

It's safe for now.

Sol breathed a sigh of relief and took out the medicine to begin treating his ear.

The wound isn't serious; a little witchcraft and some potion will do the trick.

In this dangerous place, not being able to hear is still very dangerous. If I were to face Victor again... I'd just have to go deaf again.

He had just swallowed a vial of medicine when he suddenly caught sight of a figure out of the corner of his eye.

Saul immediately picked up the scroll that was in his pocket, but did not immediately use it.

"My Lord Wizard." A person emerged from behind the bookshelf.

Thor immediately recognized him. "You are... Knight Olaf?"

The tall knight, clad in metal armor, moved with complete silence.

The other person is no longer alive.

Through his body, one could vaguely see the bookshelves behind him.

After Olaf appeared, he placed his hand on his chest and gave Thor a knightly salute.

"You still recognize me? You remember what happened at the castle entrance just now?"

"Yes, sir."

Thor looked you over. "You're just an ordinary person, and your mental strength doesn't even reach the minimum requirement for a wizard, yet you were able to stabilize your spirit after death. Someone helped you, didn't they?"

The knight bowed again. "Yes, sir. It was an old man here at the manor who helped me. He was also the one who knew I had come here to seek refuge."

"So you came out because that old man was looking for me?"

Olaf said, "Yes, esteemed wizard, but his failure to come to greet you personally is not out of arrogance, but because he is simply unable to move. His name is Hunter, the former steward of this manor, and he requests your presence to make a deal with you. If you are interested, please follow me."

She didn't come out when Thor tried to open the basement door, but as soon as Thor came in, she wanted to make a deal.

They do know how to choose the right time.

Thor looked around but found no hidden magical fluctuations. He decided to go and meet the other party anyway.

Seeing Thor nod, the knight led the way, taking Thor deep into the basement.

Walking to the very back of the laboratory, another cubicle appeared.

The door to this cubicle had been violently damaged and lay pitifully on the ground.

When Saul passed by, he discovered that the door had been smashed from the inside out.

He took in the surrounding traces and followed Olaf into the small cubicle.

The cubicle was small, less than ten square meters. There were no sealed books, only stacks of notes half a person high, and papers scattered all over the floor.

As soon as Saul went in, he stepped on a few pieces of paper.

Some papers were covered with writing, while others were just unconscious lines.

He looked around and saw... an old man's head on the open wall cabinet.

The old man had white hair, a thin face, and dark circles under his eyes, making him look old and tired.

"I'm sorry, Wizard, this is the only form I can present to you."

"Forget the pleasantries, who are you? What kind of deal do you want to make with me?"

Thor didn't want to waste time talking to a head; if there were no clues here, he needed to hurry up and find information in the diary.

The old man pursed his lips, and when he spoke again, his speech was much faster.

"I am Hunter, the steward of this manor, and my master is Lord Ralph, a formal first-tier wizard. I wish to exchange the manor's greatest wealth for your help in freeing my master."

"Relief?" Thor frowned, then suddenly realized something. "That human-faced worm outside... is that Ralph?"

The butler, Hunter, showed obvious sadness on his face. "Yes."

"My master was seriously injured after offending a very powerful figure. We returned to the manor to recuperate in secret, and if all goes well, it will probably take my master about five years to recover."

"Who did you offend?" A figure flashed through Thor's mind, and he immediately asked.

"...It's the tower master of the Wizard Tower."

Thor's eyes widened, but he couldn't help but think that he had just realized it.

So, the tower master secretly helped him once back then?

“You don’t need to worry about offending that person. My master is already doomed. We originally planned to leave as soon as Lord Ralph regained his mobility…” Hunter sighed, “but nothing has gone smoothly.”

"When we first returned to the manor, to prevent any disturbances, we deliberately opened part of the defensive barrier, which would be considered haunted by ordinary people. The first year was peaceful, but in the second year, about ten months ago, a wizard suddenly broke into the manor. He captured me and said he wanted to give the master a gift."

"That person...is his name Victor?"

The butler seemed about to nod, but in the end he only blinked. "Yes. But sir, I can only tell you that this is not his real name. And I am under a spell that prevents me from revealing his real name."

"After finding his master, Victor told him directly that even if his master could recover in a few years in his current state, he would lose his great power and could only wait for death. However, he could help his master recover faster and become even stronger."

"Ralph agreed?"

"No, although my master was seriously injured, his spirits are still relatively good. He knew immediately that there was a hidden danger in this condition and didn't want to agree, but he had no choice but to. Because Victor played a piece that made my master see the hidden danger in his body. If he doesn't do something about it, he will die in a few years. So my master had no choice but to take the risk."

"What did Victor do?"

"He gave his master a potion, and then kept sending people into the manor for his master to devour. At first, his master was very cautious, and he studied the potion repeatedly. But later, he suddenly lost control. When his master had only a sliver of consciousness left, he hid me here, and then stayed in the study on the fourth floor. Victor continued to send blood food to his master. But after that, he didn't just send people."

No wonder Victor said he had never killed anyone; he was just a deliveryman who sent people to the insects' mouths.

However, if Ralph had devoured other creatures, the cross-species fusion would probably have caused him considerable trouble, to the point that he eventually became this inhuman, insect-like creature.

This inhuman manor was actually set up by Victor!

This guy is probably not as simple as Thor thinks.

"Do you know exactly how strong Victor is? Is he even capable of getting in here?"

"No, the master always meets with him in the study on the fourth floor and has never let him in here."

Hearing this, Thor breathed a slight sigh of relief.

However, just in case, Saul still consulted Morton's opinion, which was found in his diary.

However, Morton's words once again made Saul's heart jump into his throat.

No, because of my deciphering of the magic circle, it has probably lost its original energy. If no one replenishes it, it will likely become completely ineffective in about an hour.

(End of this chapter)