Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 29 Hmm and Hehehe

Oops!

In his haste to leave, Thor simply grabbed his things, leaving the side with the text on it exposed.

"Hmm~"

This time, the nasal tone took a detour, carrying a hint of pleading.

A second-level apprentice saw something that interested him, but instead of forcibly taking it, he simply expressed his desire for it.

The demands were expressed very...

Thor sighed inwardly and whispered to the seemingly harmless and inconspicuous senior, "Senior, it's almost eight o'clock. How about we go back to the West Tower dormitory area and talk about it there?"

"Um!"

A short, pleasant sound rang out.

Thor walked quickly back to the West Tower, with the second-level apprentice following closely behind him.

Quiet and silent, with little presence.

Like a ghost haunting you.

When Thor returned to the West Tower dormitory, most of the apprentices had also returned.

As is customary, few people linger in the East Tower after 8 p.m., but they also don't return too early.

This is the liveliest time in the West Tower dormitory area, with even some veteran first-level apprentices living on the sixth floor coming out for some fresh air.

There's no other reason than the immense pressure.

Their living environment was just this small wizard tower, below level two, and they rarely had the chance to go out.

After a long and tiring day of studying, the moment we return to the dormitory is when we feel most exhausted but also most relaxed.

Saul had almost never seen apprentices like these.

Because every time he returned to the dormitory, he would go straight in without looking around and never lingered outside.

But today seems unusually lively.

"Thor!" Claire leaned against the door of her dormitory, seemingly waiting for Thor.

Upon seeing the person, she took two steps forward, looking somewhat displeased.

"Why didn't you attend the mutual aid society meeting?"

Thor blinked.

"I forgot."

He really forgot.

At first, after discovering the three-dimensional coordinate axis, I was so engrossed in studying it that I didn't have time to pay attention to the passage of time. Later, I was overwhelmed by the amount of work and almost didn't make it back to the East Tower in time.

In this state, how could he possibly be in the mood to think about the mutual aid society in the slightest?

"I only went because I heard from Duoze that you were going," Keli pouted, her expression much richer than usual.

"I only said I'd consider it..."

"I knew Doze was unreliable." Keli pretended to be angry, but quickly recovered and even smiled. "But that mutual aid group is quite interesting. Discussing things together really helped me understand things I'd never thought about before, hehehe..."

Thor looked at Claire with horror.

Claire felt uneasy under Thor's gaze and quickly looked down at herself. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Thor touched his arm; he had suddenly felt a chill run down his spine when Claire laughed, and the goosebumps were still there.

"Why are you laughing like that?" Thor asked bluntly.

"Laughing?" Claire subconsciously touched her cheek. "Why am I laughing?"

"that is……"

"Hehehe..."

Thor and Claire turned around at the same time and saw the girl who lived diagonally opposite them smiling and talking to Dozer not far away.

"...Hehehe."

Doze seemed to have heard something interesting and started laughing as well.

Thor felt that the atmosphere in the entire dormitory area had become strange.

He looked into the distance again. Had all the new apprentices run out of the corridor? Why were there so many people?

"Hehehe."

"Hehehe..."

A seemingly normal but actually eerie smile occasionally echoed in the corridor.

Thor's gaze finally settled on Claire in front of him.

"Hehehe." She was still looking in Duoze's direction, as if she had heard something interesting, and she laughed along with him.

"Claire!" Thor slapped Claire on the forehead.

"Ah!" Claire was stunned by the slap. "What are you doing?"

Thor didn't know how to explain it, but he felt he couldn't let Claire keep laughing like that.

Thor pulled Claire along and they went into his dormitory.

When Claire first entered Thor's dorm room, she immediately spotted Thor's desk.

As expected, top students are more interested in learning.

As soon as Thor closed the door, he remembered that the senior student who didn't seem to have much of a presence was still behind him.

He wanted to open the door and invite his senior in, but when he looked up, he found that the senior who could only say "um" was already standing behind Keli.

Claire looked at Thor's table with curiosity, but refrained from flipping it over.

But the senior student came up behind Keli, suddenly lowered his head, and his mouth, like a retractable water pipe, stretched out more than ten centimeters and touched the top of Keli's head.

Claire, however, seemed oblivious to everything, focusing intently on Thor's desk.

"Senior, please don't!"

When Claire heard Thor's exclamation, she quickly turned around and saw an older man standing behind her.

The man's long, worm-like mouth seemed to be stuck to her head.

Although Claire is usually a proud and calm little girl, she was so frightened when she saw someone kissing her on the head that she froze.

When I tried to move again, I found that I couldn't move my whole body.

"Sol...Sol..." The little girl, barely twelve years old, pleaded for help from Sol in a trembling voice.

Just as Thor was about to step forward, he saw the senior student shake his head at him.

"Hmm~"

They even issued a refusal after several twists and turns.

"Gulp."

It seemed like something was being sucked out of Keli's brain, and a protrusion on her pipe-like mouth moved from Keli's head all the way into her senior's mouth.

After that, the senior student withdrew his strange long mouth, wiped it with the back of his hand, and nodded to Thor.

"Um!"

Thor's first reaction was that his senior was telling him that everything was fine.

Since her senior withdrew his mouth, Keli had been standing there in a daze, her face growing darker and darker.

"I've been tricked." She raised her hand to touch the top of her head, where there were two small wounds that only stung slightly when touched.

Keli snapped out of her daze and bowed respectfully to the senior who had saved her.

"Thank you so much."

The senior ignored Claire and nodded at Thor.

"Uh-huh."

Thor respectfully handed the blueprints in his hand to his senior.

Anyway, since this senior has already seen the blueprints, even if Thor doesn't give them to him, it won't be difficult for him to take them.

Furthermore, he helped Claire.

Claire helped Thor.

"Senior, are you going to help those people outside?" Thor asked tentatively.

The senior student shook his head, looking indifferent, as he looked at the blueprints Thor had given him.

Saul breathed a sigh of relief upon receiving a negative answer.

He wasn't particularly enthusiastic; in fact, he was afraid that this senior was just too nice.

In retrospect, the other party's rescue of Keli was more of an exchange of interests.

If Thor hadn't shown how much he valued Klee, the senior might not have intervened.

That's fine, Saul likes exchanging benefits and doesn't like owing favors.

"If you'd like, I can explain the principles behind this to you."

Since the blueprints had already been given out, Saul didn't mind explaining a little more. He believed that a second-level apprentice would eventually understand the basic principles behind the blueprints.

Since the other party also likes to exchange benefits, Thor doesn't mind playing one of his rare trump cards first.

In this way, his trump card won't lose its value so quickly.

The silent senior did not refuse. Thor directly pulled him and Claire to the long table and gave a brief explanation of the concept and application of coordinate axes.

After a few brief words were spoken, the room fell silent for a moment.

The senior student suddenly opened his mouth wide.

His mouth is like rubber, it can stretch and contract, and you can fit your whole arm in there with room to spare.

Then he actually reached in and rummaged around inside his mouth, pulling out a small booklet.

There were a few messy words on the booklet.

Byron's study notes.

"Senior, is your name Byron?"

Byron nodded, hesitated for a moment, then took a sharp dagger out of his mouth and casually cut a five-centimeter gash in his neck.

Dark red blood gushed out.

Thor and Claire were both surprised.

What's going on?

Did he perform a suicide on the spot?

But beneath the wound, a mouthful of large yellow teeth and a thick tongue struggled to emerge.

"The parasites from the mutual aid society won't kill you." A hoarse voice rang out, as if it hadn't spoken in a very long time. "But they're not good people either. Don't go near them, and don't meddle."

As Byron began to speak, his wound began to heal. When he finished speaking the last word, the wound disappeared, leaving only a line of blood that spread from his neck to his chest.

(End of this chapter)