Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 283 Mark

Saul observed three seconds of silence for Wright, then asked, "How did the lady end up inside Wright Ranl's body?"

"Didn't you tell me that Wright might be controlled by the people of the Landship? So I came out with Wright to meet with the people of the Landship, and while I was at it, I confiscated all the good stuff they had prepared, both openly and secretly. If they dare to reach into the Wizard Tower, don't blame me for chopping off their arms too."

Wright probably never imagined that what was supposed to be a thrilling revenge story would end with him dying in an accident at the end.

Sure enough, even for a level three apprentice, this world is incredibly dangerous.

"You still haven't told me why Penny let you out?"

"Because... she is a nightmare butterfly. I have one of her cocoons in my hand."

"Nightmare Butterfly?" Yura looked somewhat bewildered.

She didn't even know about the Nightmare Butterfly?

This shouldn't be the case. As a spirit studying the dark attribute, she should have heard of the Nightmare Butterfly.

After all, his current main focus is on resurrection, a field of knowledge highly related to consciousness and spirits.

"I'm not entirely clear on the specific meaning and attributes of the Nightmare Butterfly, but I do know that it can change a person's perception of themselves and the world."

Heywood must know something about this, so Thor can't pretend he knows nothing.

"Oh?" Yura was indeed intrigued. "Are you selling this?"

Thor remained calm and gently shook his head. "It's not that I don't want to sell, it's that I can't sell anymore."

Yura frowned. "Was it a condition for you to leave that town?"

Getting it right!

"What agreement did you reach?"

Thor simply stared at Yura in silence.

Yura looked a little irritated. She leaned back and said, "If you sign any unfavorable treaties, you can just go back and tell Gorsa. He always has some strange ways of doing things."

She sat there quietly for a while with her arms crossed, then suddenly looked up and asked, "How did you end up in that small town?"

"I was originally heading to Mobei City, but as I passed through here, I remembered my... friends, and then I found them..."

"Is that the madman you brought back?"

Saul paused for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No, he's my friend's neighbor."

The carriage traveled quietly. Since they weren't in a hurry, it was already past noon when the group finally arrived at Black Castle near Mobei City.

However, when Thor arrived at Blackburg, he found that the long and narrow castle looked as if it had been weathered overnight, with much of the plaster on the walls peeling off.

"What is this?" Thor stood outside the gates of Black Castle, his eyes, which had been attached to the gate, now nowhere to be seen.

"There was a vine in Black Castle that Mochi Mochi raised, and it also housed his spiritual power. Now that Mochi Mochi is dead, it can no longer live."

Yura stepped forward and pushed open the gate of Black Castle, then walked in through the narrow doorway.

Even the magnificent hall had turned pitch black, as if it had died along with its former owner.

Yura was more familiar with the place, and she led Thor downhill to an underground wine cellar.

It was supposed to be a wine cellar, but there wasn't a trace of wine inside; it smelled more like something was rotting.

Yura and Sol walked to the end of the cellar and pushed open a secret passage.

This time, the entrance didn't have neat stone steps, but rather a completely dirt road.

Yura stomped down, and the slightly damp mud almost covered the top of her shoe. She seemed to want to frown, but unfortunately, the doll's face couldn't express that many emotions.

Thor followed behind, carefully observing his surroundings. This was a place he had never set foot in on his two previous visits.

When you breathe, you can almost feel tiny water droplets in the air, flowing into your lungs through your nasal cavity.

Damp and stuffy.

This passageway also follows the narrow and long style of Blackburg, and Thor and Yura looked like two burrowing groundhogs as they walked through it.

After descending several dozen meters, something outside the soil finally appeared in the cave.

There were some white mushrooms scattered around the corners of the tunnel, and they looked somewhat familiar.

After that, the downward trend began to flatten out.

A huge dark shadow blocked their way.

Those were the roots of the vines, with even larger and thicker roots still not deep in the soil.

"Black Castle needs a temporary master, otherwise the castle above won't last long before it collapses." Yura's fingertips glowed, illuminating the dark cavern. "Inject your spiritual power into it now and become the temporary master of Black Castle."

"Me?"

"Of course, I'm going back right away, so you're the only one who can stay here for now." Yura turned to the side, her back almost touching the ground, to make room for Thor.

Thor stepped forward and placed one hand on the huge, thick roots. The next moment, he seemed to hear someone speaking.

Is Mochi Mochi dead?

"……Yes."

He was the owner who stayed with me the longest. So how long can you live? I'm not comfortable with constantly changing owners.

"Tell it that the Tower will send someone to take over in ten days at the shortest, and half a month at the longest. Otherwise, you can wait, but the Second Warehouse can't." Yura crossed her arms, her face expressionless.

Sol nodded slightly, then turned to the vines and said, "I'm just temporarily taking over; someone will replace me in fifteen days at most."

[This is so annoying. I don't like temporary hosts. Fine, I guess I couldn't even last fifteen days myself. You stinky brat, transfer your spiritual energy here. I hope you adapt to this new experience quickly and don't throw up on me.]

Thor raised an eyebrow. "It seems becoming the temporary master of Blackburg isn't an easy thing."

The diary within the spirit body remained unchanged.

Thor squinted and channeled his mental energy through his fingers into the massive root system, which was already over three meters in diameter.

Instantly, a tremendous shock surged into Thor's mind.

In that instant, Thor seemed to share his five senses with the vines.

He could feel the roots beneath his feet absorbing moisture and nutrients from the soil through tiny pores; vines meandering through the soil, breaking through the earth in some corner to enjoy the sunlight and air; but more than anything, he felt an extremely narrow sense of confinement.

He is growing, but he is also tightly bound by something, and can only extend along the predetermined path, not an inch more.

Thor slowly frowned.

This feeling is extremely uncomfortable, as if you are wrapped in bandages all over your body, with your hands and feet pressed tightly together. When you try to move, you find that there is another layer of iron coffin outside the bandages, making it impossible for you to move even an inch.

This kind of confinement is more oppressive and more hopeless than suffocation.

Thor even wanted to yell to relieve his frustration, but he found that he couldn't even open his lips.

"Is it not ready yet?" came Yura's question from beside her.

Thor opened his eyes instantly, feeling as if every cell in his body was finally freed. The tense feeling of constraint also dissipated.

The terrifying feeling of being bound was still frightening, and even just recalling it made Thor tremble slightly.

"What's wrong with you? You have excellent mental talent, it shouldn't be too difficult for you."

Thor lowered his hand; he could already vaguely sense what was happening around the castle above him.

He could sense whether anyone was approaching or walking around in the castle.

"It's already marked," Thor replied to Yura.

The latter was relieved. "You've been standing there for so long, I thought something had happened."

"The marking process is not very comfortable."

"Of course, but your mental strength is very strong, so you're already feeling much better than others."

Yeah?

Thor, who hadn't fully recovered, couldn't imagine how much worse it could be.

In short, after experiencing that synesthesia just now, he didn't really want to go through it again anytime soon.

(End of this chapter)