Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 238 Exchange Meeting

Thor blinked and shifted his posture to ponder the "rune puzzle" before him.

"A second-tier wizard? How did he end up working as a librarian?"

From Agu’s appearance, Thor could not tell that he had any special bloodline.

Because of my race, I was constantly hunted down, and eventually died at the hands of a third-tier wizard from the Gorsa family. As a result, his soul was extracted and turned into an eternal servant.

"A servant for all eternity, no wonder he offered to serve me for a hundred years." Thor smacked his lips.

"I'm a little curious, what race are you? If this question is inconvenient to answer, or if it poses a danger to me, you don't have to answer."

It's not dangerous as long as you don't tell anyone.

I am a faceless man.

Thor had never heard of this race and did not react except by raising his eyebrows.

The Faceless Ones, like shadows, have no identity of their own; they can only survive by replacing the existence of others.

"So, is the name Agu your own, or...?"

Despite having to answer Saul's question, Agu remained silent for a while before writing new words.

[It was the daughter of the last man I replaced who named me.]

It seems that Agu is a person with a story.

Thor didn't press Agu about his relationship with the man or his daughter.

"What kind of race are the Faceless Ones? Do you reproduce sexually or through self-division?" As a wizard, Thor indicated that this was a question that interested him.

Agu was probably used to the wizard's personality and answered without much resistance.

We are born from a lightless abyss, and we can also split ourselves.

No wonder Agu could easily cut himself into three pieces.

Thor had heard of the Abyss of No Light; it had been mentioned briefly in his basic cosmology class. It was a spatial rift.

However, that's all the book says; it doesn't even mention what's in the Abyss of No Light.

Thor knew he couldn't delve any further, so he told Agu to stay safely inside the black pages to conserve energy.

Agu fell silent, and his diary turned to Morton's page.

Saul did not initiate any further communication with Morton.

This former human emperor is also nearing the end of his conscious existence.

In order to preserve Morton's consciousness, Thor does not intend to ask Morton any more questions for the time being, until he finds a way to power the black pages.

Therefore, Hermann was also fortunate enough to retain his consciousness.

Time flies when you're studying and experimenting.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and Thor, dressed in a gray robe, arrived on time at the 13th floor of the East Tower.

Turning into the corridor, he saw the activity room that Luo Kai had mentioned.

Because Luo Kai, the president of the mutual aid association, was personally welcoming the second and third-level wizard apprentices who came to participate in the exchange meeting at the door.

As Thor approached, Rocquet immediately abandoned the person he was talking to and went to meet him.

"You finally came! I thought you weren't coming today, hehe."

"Am I late?" Thor asked casually in response to Luo Kai's enthusiasm.

"No, now..." Luo Kai took out a pocket watch—a rare sight in the wizard tower, a timer that wasn't in the form of an hourglass. "Ah, it's exactly the last minute."

"Please come in, hehe, it's really lively today. There are a lot of Level 3 apprentices here. I think you must know someone among them."

Just then, Thor had a sudden thought and turned his head to look.

Half a second later, Luo Kai also turned his gaze to Thor's back.

At the end of the corridor, Kong Sha, dressed in a deep purple silk dress, was walking gracefully towards them.

She unusually did not wear a cloak or hood, and her long, fair legs would occasionally peek out as she walked, attracting the attention of countless people.

At this moment, Kong Sha, who did not conceal her appearance in any way, looked back at the people who were watching her with her dozen or so bloodshot eyes.

"Kong Sha," Luo Kai's expression was somewhat complicated, "you weren't invited to this exchange meeting, were you?"

"Are you going to stop me?"

Kongsha had already walked up to the two of them, all her eyes pressed against the glass wall, one turned to Rokai, and the other two to Thor.

But most eyes turned to his left.

This made Thor notice Kongsa's left side, but when he squinted and focused his mental energy on it, he found nothing.

"Let her in," a voice came from inside the activity room.

Thor looked over and saw a smiling man standing in the doorway.

That smile looked subtly unsettling, as if it were mocking someone.

"Anyway, I've never seen anyone corrupted by elves, so this is a good opportunity to see for myself," the man continued.

His words were like a torch lit in a haystack, instantly changing the atmosphere both inside and outside the event room.

Even Thor couldn't help but look at Kongsa, searching for traces of corruption on her.

But unlike the others who were wary, Thor wasn't as nervous.

After all, he had recently met the elves and received instruction from an authority figure.

Encountering spirits a few times is not scary, as long as you can correct your perception and not treat spirits as real beings that affect you.

Cognition is mostly formed gradually and imperceptibly. The best way to prevent being corrupted by spirits is to minimize contact with them.

However, Thor still wanted to see what the affected people would look like.

Moreover, he had quite a lot of confidence in the woman who had led him down the path of a wizard.

Kong Sha also glanced at the man in the room and said coldly, "Jero, if you're really curious, I can introduce you to Hillie Jesse."

Kongsha raised her hand and pointed to her left, as if there really was someone standing there.

Even Luo Kai couldn't keep up the smile on his face for a moment.

No one knows if Kongsha is joking, but everyone who knows anything about elves knows that the more you know about elf illusions, the easier it is to be corrupted by elves.

On the contrary, Jero inside was nonchalantly crossing his arms and approaching, bowing his head slightly to the left of Kongsa.

"Sure! Hello, Hilches, my name is Jero, a level three wizard apprentice specializing in lightning. I'm particularly fond of women with unique attributes. Would you be interested in becoming friends?"

There was no response from Jero.

But Jero acted as if he had heard something, nodding repeatedly.

Thor could tell at a glance that Gero was lying, or rather, putting on an act.

Because judging from the intersection of most of Kongsa's gaze directions, if there really was someone standing to her left, then the height of their face would be at least half a head higher than Jero's.

Thor didn't want to get involved in this farce. Since he couldn't find any trace of elves on Kongsha, he simply gave up, bypassed Jero, and stepped into the activity room first.

The activity room was set up like a primary school party, with a row of chairs in a circle, leaving the front and middle areas empty.

In the center of the room stood two rolled-up parchment scrolls, each two meters tall.

Thor sensed a faint magical fluctuation emanating from the scroll.

The parchment should have depicted a magical array, but we don't know exactly what it is.

But since he's standing in the center of the room, he might find out soon enough.

Thor's entry was like restarting an animation that Kongsa had just paused, drawing everyone's attention away from the doorway.

A portion of it was transferred to Thor.

He looked back.

Upon closer inspection, he indeed encountered several acquaintances.

I saw Billy sitting at the very back when I visited the East Tower at night not long ago. He was looking down at the ground, seemingly unconcerned about what was happening outside.

But Angela, who secretly made a deal with Billy, is not here.

Sitting next to Billy was Wright, who looked pale.

There was a girl sitting on Wright's lap.

The girl looked no more than sixteen or seventeen, dressed in a black and white maid outfit. The skirt was deliberately shortened, only reaching her knees.

She wore white stockings that went past her knees, and black lambskin shoes on her feet.

This outfit, combined with the girl's fair skin, made her look like an exquisite porcelain doll.

Below is a book recommendation session (ヮ) by a great author... delicious!

I'm recommending a new book, "Is It Wrong to Make Food Your Pet?"

This is a world with magical and extraordinary powers.

A spirit born from a dish, a contest of deliciousness and power, a journey under the starlight, challenges bound by bonds...

A young man, carrying the memories of a top-tier chef from his previous life, arrives in this world brimming with courage and dreams.

"O culinary treasures concealing wondrous powers, reveal your true strength before me! In the name of your master chef, Qin Lang, I command you—Birth of a Food Spirit!"

"...Huh? Why isn't there any response?!"

[Stable daily sales of 6,000 books, 5,000 of which are completed older works; trustworthy.]

(End of this chapter)