Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 37 Please take care of me, and best regards.

When Saul discovered that no matter what material he picked up, the hardcover book would only display the word "death," he knew he had reached his limit.

It's not that the hardcover book has reached its limit, but rather that the crucible has reached its limit.

Even with the naked eye, it was clear that the sticky purple slurry would occasionally churn, and some familiar-looking organs would occasionally rise up before quickly sinking to the bottom.

It's like a drowning person struggling endlessly, only to eventually drown underwater and turn into a pile of dry bones and mud.

Thor picked up the handle of the crucible and, with a sorrowful expression, poured its contents into the large box containing the corpses.

The large chest provided by the Wizard's Tower is truly amazing.

No matter how much a corpse thrashes, it will become as quiet as a bird once thrown in.

Saul watched as the solution began to produce some indescribable chemical reaction with the guests in the box, and quickly slammed the lid of the large box shut before the smoke could spread.

As he stood up and looked at the large box that was thumping slightly, Thor shook his head and sighed.

"As expected, with my current meager wizarding knowledge, it's still too difficult to succeed on the first try by sheer luck."

"It's also possible that modifications to the sense of smell are beyond my current understanding. Should we try a different approach?"

Thor looked back at the remaining materials on the test bench, estimating that he could still use them a few more times.

In one corner of the lab bench, there was a book filled with several pages of notes.

The hardcover book contained a record of the various possible ways to die during the experiments, as mentioned in Thor's previous life.

By conducting detailed statistical analysis of these methods of death, Saul deduced the characteristics of each experimental material and their potential effects in the drug.

By continuously summarizing and generalizing, we can continuously correct the direction of our experiments.

This is a typical example of a known result followed by a derivation process.

It was an experimental method that no other wizard would dare to even imagine.

"Sizzle!"

The sound of the candlesticks brightening interrupted Saul's deep thoughts.

He sighed, then rolled up his sleeves and cheered himself up.

Although it's painful to have your ideas and inspiration interrupted by work, having customers means having a continuous source of experimental materials for the future.

Research can be tedious and boring, especially when you only have a vague understanding of the underlying principles.

After five tedious days, Thor finally welcomed a first-level apprentice guest on the sixth day.

This guest was not a freshman; he had never met him before, and he didn't know how he had died unexpectedly, leaving behind only a pair of eyes looking up at the sky with fear and helplessness.

The upward angle of the eye almost squeezed the entire pupil into the upper eyelid.

It was as if something was above its head, attracting its attention.

The body was mutilated, and Hayden, who was in charge of the previous process, worked diligently most of the time.

This will result in a corresponding reduction in Thor's harvest.

Thor checked the area but found nothing, so he could only proceed with the head.

The removed organs were placed in a suitably sized box.

Thor took out the pale yellow leather given to him by Senior Kongsha, wrapped it around the entire box, and set it aside.

The remaining guests were put into large boxes.

When it was time to leave work, Saul, carrying a box wrapped tightly in pale yellow leather, peeked out from the doorway, observing the scene.

This was the first time Saul had taken a body out of the morgue.

Despite Kongsa's assurance, Saul was still somewhat uneasy.

The rules of the Wizard's Tower are sometimes not very important.

As long as you can guarantee that no one will find out.

With Kong Sha's abilities, if she really wanted to get the brains of a first-level apprentice, she wouldn't need to pluck them from a corpse.

She can make several herself at any time.

But she went to great lengths to send Saul to the morgue, just for a brain every month.

It is clear that the Wizard Tower values its apprentices quite a bit.

Killing one or two secretly is fine, but killing too many will come at a terrible price.

"If we can't take the materials out, we'll just put them in the morgue and wait for Senior Kongsha to pick them up. Anyway, the servants who clean up never touch anything outside the workbench." Before even failing, Thor had already planned his escape route.

He carefully carried the box out of the morgue.

To avoid running into his seniors and classmates, Thor deliberately delayed setting off until almost eight o'clock.

The corridor lights were not as bright as they had been in the afternoon, and the occasional flickering of the candle wicks seemed to urge Saul to hurry up and act.

Thor walked to the end of the corridor and saw a burly man lying against the wall like a corpse.

Thor took a step forward.

The burly man's nose suddenly twitched.

Thor hugged his arms tightly, ready to turn around at any moment.

The burly man turned his face toward Thor and twitched his nostrils a few times.

Quiet.

He could hear his own breathing.

The burly man suddenly moved; he used one hand to support himself and slowly stood up.

It's not accurate to say "stood up"; it should be "rose up and hunched over with his head down, as if afraid of hitting his head on the ceiling of the corridor."

Although the burly man couldn't see, he still walked accurately towards where Thor was.

"It's over."

Thor slowly backed away, clutching the yellow leather, until his back pressed against the cool stone wall. A tingling sensation spread from his back muscles toward his internal organs.

"We're about to get caught."

"The hardcover book didn't give any warning? It wouldn't be fatal even if it were discovered. This is my first mistake; if I put the item back in the morgue, maybe I won't even be punished."

Thor glanced at the crimson gate not far from him, wondering if he should put it back now.

Fight for leniency.

But then, the burly man suddenly changed direction.

This caused Thor to put his heel, which he had just lifted, back down.

The burly man slowly entered the morgue where Thor was.

Thor turned his head and saw the burly man squeeze through the door and stop precisely next to the workbench, reaching out to pull out the large box underneath.

The heavy box was lifted easily by the strong man, as if it were a prop made of foam.

Then, without bumping into anything else in the room, the burly man successfully squeezed out of the door.

Turn right after exiting.

Thor watched quietly as the burly man carried the large box into the depths of the dark corridor.

Heavy footsteps approached, but gradually faded away.

We must leave as soon as possible!

Passed safely!

Thor snapped out of his daze and immediately realized that it was getting late. He grabbed the things in his arms and ran outside.

The East Tower is still quite dangerous for a first-level apprentice, especially since he currently only knows two low-level spells with little offensive power, making his ability to protect himself questionable.

The nearest passage between the East Tower and the West Tower is on the fifth floor.

As he ran, Thor suddenly felt something was off.

From the second floor to the fifth floor, you only need to climb three laps.

But just now... hasn't he made a turn in a long time?

A sense of unease rose in Thor's heart, but he dared not stop.

For some reason, he always felt his head was heavy and his center of gravity was unstable, as if he was about to fall at any moment.

It was as if something had emerged from the crown of his head, growing wildly into a large, wobbly ball that constantly affected Thor's movements.

Thor tried to look up, but his movement suddenly stopped.

He thought of the guest he had received that day.

The apprentice was desperately rolling his pupils upward, trying to see what was above his head.

Thor abruptly stopped in his tracks.

He suddenly stopped moving forward, and something flashed quickly in front of his eyes.

It looked like a smooth forehead, with a few eyebrows and eyes, that peeked down from the top of the head, then retracted due to the rebounding force.

"What exactly is this new thing on my head?"

As expected, the Wizard Tower harbored no goodwill towards him.

Everyone who walks by the river will eventually get their shoes wet.

He's the only one who, if he walks along the riverbank, is bound to fall into the ditch.

His innate talent gave him the means to survive, but it also brought him the calamity of death.

Thor released his grip and slowly raised his hand.

The fingertips were raised above the eyebrows and eyes, but then stopped in mid-air.

What if he actually touched something?

Thor slowly withdrew his hand.

He kept his head still, his eyes glancing at the hardcover book.

"Can we win?"

The hardcover book is not responding.