Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 199 Antidote? Poison?

"I..." Hunter choked on his words. Had he just said that?

At this moment, Olaf, who had been silent all along, spoke up.

"My lord wizard, Mr. Hunter, please allow me to say a word."

Thor tilted his head. "Okay."

"It was Mr. Hunter who awakened me from the endless darkness, and I am willing to vouch for Mr. Hunter with my personal reputation."

"If you agree to the deal, please let me know what you need me to do during the process."

Hearing the knight's words, Hunter glanced at Olaf, his eyes filled with emotion.

He seemed to have made up his mind.

"My lord wizard," Hunter said in a deep voice, "if you can help Lord Ralph find peace, I can tell you another clue... a potential path to becoming a fourth-tier archmage."

"Fourth tier?"

"Yes," Hunter's voice trembled, "that's an extraordinary level that allows a wizard to escape the limitations of physical death."

Although Hunter didn't mention what the clue was, Saul subconsciously felt that it was related to the diary.

Otherwise, how could a small, declining wizarding family simultaneously produce two extraordinary beings involved in the secrets of death?

"It seems the few pages I found are just a small part of the diary's origin. Ralph and his group have done other research on the diary. That makes sense; how could West Germany have been so insane if they didn't understand the diary?"

Thor picked up the half-finished product Ralph had made. "I can help you make the potion, but you have to tell me the clues first."

"This..." Hunter hesitated; this was his last bargaining chip.

But after thinking for a moment, he suddenly glanced at Olaf and said, "Sir Olaf, please come here for a moment."

"Me?" Olaf approached Hunter, looking confused.

Hunter suddenly spat out a glowing, blood-red magic crystal, which landed on the heart of Olaf's semi-transparent figure.

Olaf, looking utterly astonished, was then completely sucked into the crystal.

Having lost its support, the crimson magic crystal fell to the ground with a tinkling sound and rolled to Thor's feet.

After performing this action, Hunter instantly became extremely weak, and his head shrank considerably.

"My lord wizard... I have entrusted all the information to Sir Olaf. If you break your promise, he will instantly transform into a vengeful spirit, destroy the data, and haunt you forever. I am very sorry, this is a restriction I must impose."

Thor picked up the magic crystal, and in the reflection of the light, he could vaguely see a tormented figure, along with several miniature rolls of parchment beside him.

Olaf probably never imagined that the butler, who had just been moved by him, would turn him into a vengeful spirit without hesitation, using him to threaten Thor into fulfilling his promise.

"I want to inspect the goods first."

"No... problem."

Thor carefully probed the contents with his mental energy, and when he touched a few of the parchment scrolls, he immediately saw some of the contents.

This volume is actually Ralph's research on the Death Wizard's Diary!

But just as Thor was about to continue watching, Olaf's vengeful spirit began to show signs of exploding.

Thor immediately stopped his investigation.

He looked at the butler, who was now just a head, and said, "It seems you were prepared all along."

Awakening Olaf's soul was very likely part of this backup plan.

Olaf thought he had received a benevolent rescue, but he didn't realize that it was also a form of exploitation.

Thor put the magic crystal into his pocket, glanced at the butler Hunter one last time, took the half-finished antidote to the table, and pushed everything on the table to the ground.

He then took a blank sheet of paper from the bookshelf and dipped a blotting pen in ink.

"Hant".

"Wizard... sir."

Tell me the formula.

"Yes!" Hunter's eyes widened and he laughed.

Whoever can break the magic circle at the basement entrance can definitely help Lord Ralph obtain the antidote!

Hunter would never know that Thor was not fighting alone.

"This formula doesn't seem to be the antidote." Ten minutes later, Thor had completely deciphered Ralph's so-called antidote, and he thought to himself, "It's more like a poison to relieve suffering."

[Your analysis is good. This formula looks familiar... but I can't remember where I've seen it before. Do you have a second dissolving agent? You can add it in as a catalyst to accelerate the spread of the toxicity.]

"No." Sol came to Ralph Manor, not to conduct experiments, so he carried mostly items for combat or self-defense.

Morton suggested several other materials, but unfortunately, either Saul didn't have them, or Ralph's lab didn't have the necessary facilities for experimentation.

Five more minutes passed, and Butler Hunter, who was watching from the back, was getting a little anxious.

He discovered that the young wizard before him didn't seem to be that skilled at analyzing potions.

"But he could easily break through the Bloodthorn Clan's defensive array, so how could he be unable to replenish the master's antidote?"

For a moment, Hunter didn't know if his all-or-nothing act of handing over all his cards to Saul was an utterly foolish one.

But during these long months of waiting, he gradually lost hope.

The nutrient solution in the dish holding his head was almost gone, and in another month or two, Hunter might turn into a piece of rotting flesh.

He had neither the opportunity nor the patience to wait any longer.

Five minutes later, Saul suddenly wrote a few lines at lightning speed.

"Diary, please call Bill out."

Bill majored in poison-related elements, so he should have a good understanding of potions.

Although Bill's consciousness was almost gone, it was still useful to use it here.

This formula is not meant to save lives!

Bill, as expected of an outstanding third-level apprentice in the Wizarding Tower, saw through the essence of the potion at a glance.

[If, as you say, the experimental subject has devoured many people and organisms in various locations without collapsing, then his flesh and blood must either have had their biological barriers eliminated or be restrained from collapsing by a powerful force. This drug, however, is a penetrating type, lacking both restorative effects and energy. It essentially disrupts the balance of the body's structure, a method aimed at hastening death.]

Are you trying to save someone, or kill them?

"Kill him, but is there any way to preserve his soul?" Thor thought without hesitation.

Even if he had the chance, he wouldn't let Ralph live.

If Victor hadn't suddenly appeared out of nowhere, the trouble Thor would have had to deal with here would have been Ralph.

But Ralph, like Sid, knew of the existence of the diary, and Saul wanted to preserve his soul, to become a new black page in the diary.

But Bill's words disappointed Saul.

[If I specialized in light or dark attributes, perhaps I could. But right now, I can only guarantee to destroy his physical body. That's assuming you already have a targeted potion.]

"I understand," Thor sighed.

None of the three people on the black pages are wizards specializing in either of the two attributes mentioned above. And with Thor's current abilities, he is not yet capable of refining souls.

"Wait, I remember copying down a formula for forcibly creating vengeful spirits in Mofan Town."

However, the formula that harmed countless young girls was mainly used to refine the souls of ordinary people, and might not be able to deal with a human-faced worm with the power of a formal wizard.

"Whatever, as long as the diary doesn't stop me, I can give it a try."

Thor made up his mind to give it a try.

Meanwhile, in a blind spot where the butler, now only a head, could not see, Thor secretly took out the red magic crystal that sealed the Knight Olaf and the scroll.

A slight smile played on his lips. "A butler, no matter how knowledgeable he is, is not a wizard. Trying to use vengeful spirits to control me? He's really asking for trouble."

With the help of Morton and Bill, Saul began his experiments.

He brought out countless dusty experimental instruments.

The algae also sent out dozens of tentacles to serve as Thor's assistants.

Time passed slowly, and the increasingly tired butler, Hunter, opened his heavy eyelids and finally waited for Saul in front of him to stand up from his chair.

"My lord..." His voice grew weaker and weaker.

Thor walked over and was surprised to find that the other person's hair had withered like autumn leaves.

"If the formula you gave me is correct, I think I have already made the antidote."

Saul raised his right hand, allowing Hunter to see the greasy liquid swirling in the crystal bottle in his hand.

Hunter forced a smile, a glimmer of light appearing in his dim eyes. "Yes, sir, the antidote works as my master intended. He said... huff huff... oil dissolves oil... huff..."

(End of this chapter)