Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 34 What You Eat Replenishes

"He's already twenty-nine years old." The woman curled her lip. "If you can't become a third-level apprentice by thirty, you'll have no chance. The tower master naturally won't keep useless people. Apprentices over thirty must leave the tower within a month."

"If you want to find him, you can go to dormitory 1016." After saying that, the woman was about to close the door.

"Wait a minute," Thor quickly held the door open, "Excuse me, senior, were you the one who handled that body with no wounds today?"

The woman sounded impatient. "Yes, what's wrong?"

"That corpse was rather strange."

The woman sneered, "I've already dealt with the dangers above; the rest is your job."

After saying that, she ignored Saul's hand still on the door frame and was about to close the door.

At the last moment, Thor hurriedly pulled his hand back.

He stood outside the gate, lost in thought.

"Sure enough, the first procedure in the morgue is a kind of exorcism, and the second and my third procedures are collecting materials. My job is actually more about cleaning up the mess and making sure there are any omissions."

As for the senior's indifferent attitude, Thor didn't take it to heart.

Most people in the Wizard Tower are extremely indifferent.

Instead of hoping for others to show kindness, make yourself strong so that others will fear you.

Thor took two steps back, picked up the cleaver from the ground, and slowly walked back to his workplace.

"I also received some important information today." He wiped the bloodstains from his hands. "If you can't become a Level 3 apprentice by the age of thirty, you'll have no chance. I'm twelve years old this year, so I have eighteen years left."

"Uh, that's too far off... I'd better figure out how to pass the third month's test first."

If we cannot pass the test, if we cannot eliminate the ever-present threat of West Germany, then all our plans for the future will ultimately be nothing but a bubble.

Time passed slowly, and the blue hourglass reached seven o'clock in the evening.

Thor returned to his dormitory and waited for Kongsa.

He sat on his dormitory bed, elbows on his knees, hands clasped tightly in front of him.

The contrast between fair skin and pale bones is striking.

One hand felt icy cold, the other was numb.

I think Saul will be able to figure out what Kongsa needs him to do today.

What is the purpose of all this arrangement?

One o'clock in the morning.

Thor vaguely heard a noise outside the door.

He went to open the door and saw Kongsa standing there wearing a hood.

She stood there alluringly in a long, soft, robe-like dress, like a landlady about to raid your home at night.

Kongsa, who had already been there once, went straight to Saul's desk and sat down, while Saul closed the door but stood at the door without going over.

"Why are you standing so far away? I'm not going to eat you," Kong Sha said with a light laugh.

The "eating" the other person refers to is absolutely eating in the literal sense.

Seeing that Thor hadn't moved for a while, Kongsa didn't urge him.

She crossed one leg and leaned back leisurely.

"How much magic do you have?"

"...4 joules." Thor lowered his head, looking ashamed and indignant.

"Heh," Kong Sha wasn't surprised; in fact, she was quite pleased with the answer. "Are you still going to insist on not taking the potion I gave you? You only have two months left. Do you think you can increase your magic power by another 6 joules in two months?"

Thor gritted his teeth, his hands trembling, and after a long while, he finally managed to utter a sound through his teeth.

"Please, senior, save me!"

After saying this, he felt all his strength dissipate, as if he had lost all hope.

Kongsha's lips curled into a smile as if she was about to mock Saul again, but then she seemed to remember something, her eyes flickered, and her expression softened.

"If you behave well from now on, I certainly won't let you die in the test two months from now. Moreover, if you can do what I ask of you, I can give you other medicines to ensure that your potential isn't completely overdrawn, and you might even have a chance to become a third-level apprentice."

Thor looked up abruptly, his eyes regaining their light.

"Really, senior?"

Kongsha smiled again, her expression even gentler.

"What, aren't you thinking about becoming a full-fledged wizard anymore?"

Thor lowered his head, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"I already know how difficult it is to become a full-fledged wizard... I just hope to become a third-level apprentice before I turn thirty, so I won't be kicked out of the wizarding tower."

Upon hearing Thor's words, Kongsa's expression faltered.

"A Level 3 Apprentice... Of course, one must become a Level 3 Apprentice before the age of thirty. I didn't expect you to have even heard of this."

Sensing that the senior opposite him wasn't quite right, Thor, who had been looking down, quickly glanced up at her, then immediately looked away, continuing to feign resignation.

Kongsha is currently a level two apprentice, and she doesn't look like a teenage girl.

Is she also eager to become a Level 3 apprentice?

Once she came to her senses again, Kongsa had no more interest in teasing Saul. She took out a small medicine bottle and threw it in front of Saul. Saul caught it without thinking and hurriedly caught it, almost dropping it to the ground.

"This is the first potion; its effects only last for one month, so you must drink it all within that time. After taking it, your meditation speed will be greatly increased, allowing your magic power to reach around seven joules before the test. I will come to you again the night before the test to give you the second potion."

"The second potion can temporarily boost your magic power by three levels. You should have no problem passing the test on the second day."

"Remember, this is your last chance!"

Thor held the medicine bottle; the liquid was transparent, as clear as a bottle of pure water. "May I ask what the name of this medicine is?"

Kong Sha scoffed, "Even if I told you all the ingredients, you still couldn't make it."

But what Kongsa didn't know was that although she didn't tell Saul, Saul still found out in another way.

[October 25, 314th year of the lunar calendar, sunny]

Today is a great day. You've obtained a bottle of "Elemental Fairy's Ultimate Filth".

Ugh... Do you really want to take this?

Well, as a wizard, there's nothing you can't eat. Drink a drop, and your magic will recover quickly; drink a whole bottle, and your magic will increase by leaps and bounds.

Wait, how about a bottle?

Three years from now, you will become an excellent spellcasting material!

Thor stared at the last line of text on the hardcover book, his eyelids trembling slightly. He deliberately feigned embarrassment, touched his nose, and asked again.

"What do I need to do before my senior gives me the second potion?"

Kongsha sighed softly, pressed her knees, and stood up.

She walked up to Thor and gently stroked his cheek with a slender, fair finger.

"I've always admired your self-awareness. Are you currently working in Mentor Katz's morgue?"

Although Kongsha intentionally controlled her tone and tried to provoke Saul to distract him, Saul still keenly realized that Kongsha cared a lot about his work in the morgue.

"Was Kong Sha's initial goal the morgue?"

This explains her deliberate alteration of her elemental perception.

Because Thor had high spiritual talent but poor magical talent, it was easy for Kongsa to tamper with his magic, making him the best candidate to take over the morgue job.

So...

Thor timidly looked up at Kongsha, his expression a mixture of apprehension and a desire to avoid her. "Senior, we can't take things out of the morgue. There are guards at the end of the corridor."

Kongsa withdrew her hand. "Just a blind and deaf slave."

Thor waited quietly for Kongsa to continue. A burly man who could guard the entrance to the second-floor morgue, even if he was blind and deaf, was by no means simple.

"Keep this safe."

Kongsha then took out another piece of soft leather.

The leather was pale yellow with black stripes. The inside, when turned inside out, was engraved with dazzling runes and magic circles; Thor glanced at it before quickly turning back.

"This piece of leather is used to wrap the materials. When wrapping, the magic circle should face inwards and the pattern outwards, so that the slave won't be able to smell the materials on you."

Thor, who had already begun using the materials in the morgue to refine materials for his own witch body modification, felt no remorse for such actions.

Doing nothing means death.

He wasn't naive enough to think he was part of the Wizard Tower and should protect its interests.

"What kind of materials does Senior Kong Sha need?"

Kongsa leaned down and placed her hands on Thor's shoulders.

The turbid liquid in the glass skull poured out in front of him, and eyeballs emerged, sticking to the glass wall, all staring intently at Thor.

"I need the mind of a first-level apprentice, or better yet, a second-level apprentice."

Sorry, sorry, I'm late. I woke up late and forgot to check for typos.

(End of this chapter)