Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 391 Soon

Gorsa did not activate teleportation and returned directly to the Wizard Tower.

Thor suspected it was because the distance to the wizard's tower was too far, exceeding the maximum teleportation distance.

As for why Gorsa didn't teleport back piece by piece...

Thor thought that either Gorsa's physical condition didn't allow him to use long-distance teleportation repeatedly, or he was just lazy.

While high-level sorcery may look impressive, it also places a greater burden on the spiritual body.

Therefore, it is rare to see anyone using witchcraft in their daily life within the Wizard Tower.

For an apprentice, not using their mental energy is already a form of rest.

On the way, the two didn't talk much.

Although Gorza is Thor's mentor, he doesn't seem interested in teaching Thor.

He didn't even ask much about what happened in the Elf Valley or who died.

Most of the time, Gorsa would close his eyes and rest against the wall like a mummy.

Meanwhile, the head beside him continued to shrink, shrink, and shrink again over the past three days and three nights.

In the end, it was reduced to the size of a walnut.

It also looks very similar to a walnut.

However, its color is different from that of a walnut; it is a dark black with a hint of dark red.

Gorza put Mark's head away after it was transformed into this form.

There was no intention to explain it to Thor.

Thor was initially on edge, but later he had to start digesting and absorbing the magic given to him by the half-elf, otherwise he would feel like he was about to vomit from being so full all the time.

When Gorsa closed his eyes to rest, Thor also closed his eyes, but his mind did not rest at all. He skillfully controlled the enormous magic power in his body, allowing it to gradually integrate into his skin and organs.

If the magic given by the elves hadn't been so pure, completely untainted by the half-elf's spiritual power, Thor wouldn't have dared to claim it for his own use.

Thor finally managed to gather his excess magic power only when the spire of the Wizard's Tower appeared on the horizon.

The magic given to him by the half-elf had been evenly distributed throughout his body. The next task was to integrate this magic with his own power and make it completely obey his mental commands.

Then, one must apply for a level 3 sorcery skill, and through understanding and practicing the power, assist oneself in truly entering the level of a formal wizard.

However, the rapid increase in magic and mental power made Thor's elemental affinity seem too weak.

If you rush into promotion without addressing this deficiency, it will result in a weak and unstable foundation.

Fortunately, Thor currently has many ways to improve his elemental perception.

Thor thought for a moment and took out the gray notebook that Byron had given him from his compressed bag.

The potion developed by Senior Byron can not only enhance soul strength, but also improve dark elemental perception.

"By the way, when I went to Luo Kai's exchange meeting last time, I also exchanged ten Shadow Feathers with Ku Jin. These can improve dark elemental perception. I wonder if he has any extras. I can exchange them for the Obsidian Amber he needs."

As the carriage was about to enter the wizard's tower, Gorsa closed his eyes, but seemed to know Thor's situation very well.

"Has it already absorbed the half-elf's magic power?"

Thor didn't expect his little tricks to fool his mentor, and honestly nodded in admission.

Gorsa slowly opened his eyes. "You chose a good time to enter when the half-elf decided to close the Forest of Seasons."

The mention of half-elves reminded Thor of something else. "Mentor, did you know that Kongsa once used the head of the Elf King?"

Gorsa can learn about these things through Mark.

After all, the latter's brain is still in Gorza's hands.

"Hmm, Kongsha is usually quite timid, but I didn't expect her to be so reckless before she died." Gorsa smiled, seemingly happy that his student had mustered up the courage.

If he knew that Kongsa mustered up her courage entirely out of hatred for him, I wonder if he would still be happy now?

Or perhaps they were even happier?

"When I saw the Elf King, I only thought he was very beautiful and pleasing to the eye, and I was even so affected that I forgot what Kongsha originally looked like. But when I saw the half-elf, I found that he was unrealistically beautiful. Compared to the Elf King, the half-elf was like an ordinary person. Why would a half-elf be more beautiful than the Elf King?"

"The Elf King wasn't chosen through a beauty contest," Gorsa said matter-of-factly. "Besides, the two are in completely different states. The Elf King's physical body is long dead, and it's unknown whether his mind has gone mad or not."

"A half-elf..." Gorsa interlaced his fingers. "He was just unlucky."

Bad luck?

Thor didn't just wait for an answer; he was thinking too.

"You mean, his transformation into such a beautiful man is actually a side effect, like a curse?"

Gorsa nodded. "While elves have always been known for their beauty, they haven't placed much importance on appearance. But the appearance of half-elves is different. In an era when all elves were sealed away, the residual influence and power of the elves would gravitate towards those nearby who could withstand it. And the power of the elves themselves had already spiraled out of control..."

Gorsa chuckled enigmatically. "It's like pollution constantly gathering around you, but the immense power it brings makes you stronger. If you could see it, you'd find the half-elf's interior like a highly decaying corpse, while his exterior is supported by the gathered power of the elves, making him so beautiful that he leaves no clear impression. His beauty has become a concept."

After listening to his mentor Gorsa's words, Thor thought carefully and realized that he really couldn't recall the details of the half-elf's appearance.

All I remember is that she was unrealistically beautiful.

Unfortunately, such beauty is built upon extreme suffering.

"Of course, as the only remaining hope that elves can grasp, a high Charisma also helps his actions."

Saul didn't agree with that statement in private.

Charm and appearance are not universally effective.

Especially for Gorsa.

Mrs. Yura and Kongsa were both great beauties, but he still ruthlessly cut off half of their heads.

Just as the two were talking, a long cry suddenly pierced overhead.

A loud thud was heard in the direction the carriage was traveling.

The coachman, a magical conjure of the carriage's front end, reacted swiftly and reined in the horses.

The sound of metal clanging came from afar.

Thor seemed to hear the sound of high heels on the marble floor.

But he knew those weren't high heels; they were real metal.

"Click!"

The car door was flung open without any ceremony, and Kira, fully armored, appeared outside.

There were still some bright red, not completely dried bloodstains on her silver-gray armor.

Kira didn't get in the car; he just stood outside, glaring fiercely at Gorsa.

"You suddenly gave me a marked location and told me to rush there, just so I could deal with your land-based boat crew?"

Unlike the stiff-looking Saul, Gorza remained leaning against the carriage, his posture rigid, but his expression extremely relaxed.

"Didn't you complain about not having a fight in a long time? Isn't the opponent I found for you good enough?"

Kira leaned against the carriage frame, casually plunging his greatsword into the ground. "They're all apprentices and Tier 1s. I wanted to fight Tier 2s. Where's Wilde? Why isn't he on the ship?"

"I originally intended to hand it over to someone else, but unfortunately he got away." Gorsa shook his head. "However, he's also contaminated, so he probably won't be coming out for a while."

"Why did you suddenly want to kill him?" Kira glanced at him, "Aren't you afraid someone will use the Western Treaty to restrain you?"

"One of the third-tier wizards who drafted the Western Treaty is dead, and the other has left. Who will step forward to restrain me?"

"Don't forget, the one who died still has students at Baidong Academy."

Gorsa turned his head to the side, tilting his head and smiling. "Let's see if he dares to come looking for me."

Kira pouted. "You're so good, how about we have a fight?"

"Not now." Gorsa closed his eyes and leaned back. "I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself and kill you."

Kira rolled his eyes, then suddenly turned to Thor, "When are you going to advance to Tier 2? We'd like to have a fight."

Thor quickly turned around, pursed his lips, and smiled sheepishly, "Almost there, Lord Kira."

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Hehehehehe... I will continue to have Thor and Senior Byron work hard together!

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