Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 393 Traces

"Not coming?" Seeing that Thor was still not coming, Jero shrugged, his expression no longer as excited. "We're in a hurry, let's go."

Luo Kai did not get into the car either, but remained standing behind Saul.

It seems he only came here to see the two off.

He waved goodbye to Jero and Byron with a grin. Jero waved back listlessly, while Byron had already turned around and showed no intention of greeting Luo Kai.

This action is in line with Byron's character.

Thor's tense shoulders relaxed slightly. "Alright, I'll ask Byron for help when he gets back."

Byron, already hidden in the shadows of his cloak, nodded slightly.

The carriage gradually drove away under the watchful eyes of Saul and Roche.

"Thor, how come your strength increases so much every time you go out?"

At this moment, Luo Kai seemed to notice the change in the magical fluctuations on Thor's body, and the smile on his face suddenly became much more bitter.

Thor had no interest in exchanging pleasantries with Luo Kai, and simply nodded. "Unexpected. I'll head back now, Senior Luo Kai."

This perfunctory answer made Luo Kai raise his right eyebrow.

But before he could say anything, Thor had already turned and left, his black apprentice robes billowing slightly in the air.

As Thor continued up the passage, Rocco remained standing, turning his gaze away from Thor's retreating figure and continuing to look in the direction the carriage had gone.

Only when the carriage was obscured by the trees and could no longer be seen did a cold glint flash in his eyes.

Thor hurried back to... the apprentice dormitory on the 12th floor of the West Tower.

Because of laziness, and because he hadn't returned to his dormitory for a long time, Thor didn't change his dormitory even after being promoted to the third-level apprentice.

Upon his return this time, unusually, he did not go to the second warehouse to organize his gains and insights first. Instead, after entering the room, he casually threw his compressed bag, outer robe, and other items on the ground.

He then plopped down on the high-backed wooden chair.

Then, without stopping for a moment, his soul left his body!

Spirits, invisible to the naked eye, emerge from the body.

The spirit on Thor's face trembled for a moment like ripples on water, then transformed into his current physical form.

The spirit lifted its feet off the ground and flew upwards.

Since completing his second body transformation, Thor has rarely left his body on his own initiative.

Firstly, there was the tower master's warning, and secondly, there was fear of what Yura and the others had experienced.

He often reminded himself not to become complacent just because he could freely leave his body.

But we have to go today!

Because when he saw Byron in the carriage, he initially thought there was nothing wrong with his behavior.

Thor felt something was off about their actions of being with Jero and Roca.

So Thor subconsciously activated his habitual action—semi-immersive meditation.

Because this movement has become a muscular memory for him, when he activates it, no one around him will even notice any difference in his condition.

But it was this very look that instantly froze Thor's blood.

In his normal state, the magical and spiritual energy he sensed from Byron manifested as tiny black threads, like worms, emerging from his pores, under the perspective of semi-immersive meditation.

And on Byron's face, from the midpoint of his head down to his neck covered by his collar... there was a thin black line running through it.

Upon seeing this line, all of Thor's unease and doubts vanished.

He didn't raise his fist, didn't frown, and even relaxed his tense muscles slightly.

Beneath his calm exterior, the blood surging within him was as still and unseen as a whirlpool in the deep sea.

He could even say goodbye to Luo Kai politely and distantly, just like before.

But once he entered the dormitory and was out of sight of others, the suppressed tension within him caused him to tremble from the inside out, and his movements became disordered.

Nevertheless, he successfully completed the astral projection on his first attempt and quickly flew upwards.

Except in certain special areas, there are no partitions between the floors of the Wizard Tower for spirits.

Saul arrived at Byron's dormitory without any trouble and found the room in a mess.

This mess was not unusual; Saul had visited Byron's place several times, and his dormitory had always been this chaotic.

Even the debris he saw dumped on the ground during his last visit remained in its original distribution.

As Saul walked, his eyes scanned the entire room.

The room remained almost unchanged.

"Senior Byron shouldn't have left the Wizard Tower recently; he usually conducts his experiments in his dormitory. The dormitory is protected by defensive magical arrays, which ordinary apprentices shouldn't be able to break through. Could it be that he didn't have this accident here?"

But if Byron hadn't been attacked in his dormitory, it would have been very difficult for Saul to find out where he was attacked.

"But in any case, this is where he most often appears. If there are no clues here, we'll look elsewhere." With that thought, Thor walked inside.

Then he saw Byron's long table and experimental table, which were messy all around but had a neat area in the middle.

"There are some signs of damage in the center of the desk... He wouldn't do experiments on his desk."

Thor immediately realized that he had noticed something amiss.

He bent down, bringing his line of sight to the table, and carefully examined the uneven mark.

"It should be a kind of corrosive magic." Thor stretched out his translucent finger and gently traced an area along the corrosive marks.

"This size should be around the size of a book." Thor stood up, looked down at the table, and chuckled self-deprecatingly. "Aren't most things on the table books?"

If Byron himself destroyed the books or papers, there was no need to corrode the desktop as well.

Moreover, this power is quite different in nature from the witchcraft that Senior Byron usually uses.

Someone destroyed things here, and even went so far as to wipe the table surface clean to remove anything left behind.

"To penetrate the desktop... it should be a piece of paper. And a piece of paper that has just been written on."

Thor stood still and closed his eyes.

Byron took out a piece of paper and wrote some words or symbols on it. Then something happened: the paper disappeared, and the slight marks left on the paper due to the force were easily erased.

Thor opened his eyes.

"Did the senior discover something? That's why things were taken away or destroyed, and he..."

Thor was reluctant to think about it any further.

But when he recalled Byron, who was covered in black worms and had a black crack in the center of his head, he had to face a reality—Byron in that state could not be a living person!

Thor slammed his hands down on the long table, onto the slightly corroded surface.

But as a spirit, he could only helplessly let his fists pass through the wood and fall into the air.

Just like his sense of powerlessness at this moment.

"Rocky! Jero!"

Byron's death must be related to the two of them!

They killed Byron and then took his body away with them!

Thor's translucent eyes became bloodshot with gray veins, and the skin around them gradually softened.

Long, thin, octopus-like tentacles emerged from beneath his skin, coiling and twisting as if trying to transform Thor into a terrifying monster.

Despite his inhuman appearance, Thor's inner self is not as twisted as it appears.

On the contrary, the external release of his emotions made his mind clearer.

"They deliberately took him away to cover up his death. After all, once someone leaves the Wizard's Tower, they wouldn't be considered dead for at least six months. Senior Byron, did you discover some information, or... were you trying to pass on some message to me before being silenced?"

The transparent hands, still barely maintaining a human form, slowly emerged from the wood, brushing against a quill pen lying to the side.

There was some ink on the tip of the quill pen, and a few drops were scattered on the table, as if the pen had fallen and splashed onto the table.

Byron's dormitory was messy, but not dirty.

This ink must have come from when Byron's quill pen fell and spilled when the incident occurred.

Saul stared intently at the pen, his grief and anger stubbornly pushing him to the brink of irrationality.

"After the quill pen fell, there was no sign of it being moved. The person who struck it almost instantly... finished off Byron. This person couldn't be an apprentice! Was it a mentor, or Gorsa?"

As he looked at it, Thor suddenly narrowed his eyes. He seemed to see some kind of mark on the quill pen.

The tentacles on his body began to shrink, and Thor lowered himself back to a height parallel to the table.

The quill pen shaft is relatively thin and not very stiff.

Saul noticed a character that appeared to have been carved with his fingernail at the point where his thumb gripped the pen.

No magic was used, and the mark was very faint; unless someone examines the items here closely, they would never notice it.

The character "灰" (gray) was written on the pen.

Third update!

(End of this chapter)