Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 453 Silver Pocket Watch

After leaving Sander's rented place, the carriage slowly traveled through the streets of Bluewater City.

Saul, meanwhile, was thinking in the car.

Actually, Sander's claim that the wizard named Caron was suspicious wasn't supported by very strong evidence.

It's quite normal for someone who's in their fifties and hasn't even reached the third level of apprenticeship to want to find a safe and quiet place to retire.

Sander, an ordinary person, never imagined that wizard apprentices could predict the arrival of the soul tide a certain amount of time in advance.

Is it really possible for a second-level apprentice to predict tidal changes one or two days in advance?

Saul gently shook the page of record Sander had given him.

That was a string of numbers that Sander wrote down from his memory.

Before Saul arrived, he only dared to keep this information in his mind and didn't dare to write it down at all.

From this perspective, Sander's memory is actually quite good.

It's a pity that Sander is already over thirty years old, otherwise he could have really tested whether he could become a wizard apprentice.

Thor already has too many people around him, so naturally he won't take on any new apprentices. Instructor Kaz probably isn't in the mood to accept new students either.

However, there are other wizarding forces nearby, the largest of which is Bydon Academy in Archaeological City.

But since Sander is already in his thirties and approaching forty, it's all just a regretful fantasy.

Besides this piece of paper, Sander also gave Saul a family heirloom, which was said to have been left to him by his grandfather before his death.

At that time, his stepmother had not yet married into their family. Only he and his sister Midor received gifts from their grandfather, and Midor's gift was the gold hair clip.

Sander received a rusty silver pocket watch instead.

The pocket watch was rusty, and the hands inside moved erratically. Although his grandfather told Sander that it was a family heirloom, Sander still couldn't use it and just kept it close to his body as a keepsake.

But since Midor's hair clip has such mysterious abilities, then perhaps this pocket watch is not simple either.

The rusty silver pocket watch was also a symbol of Sander's identity. Sander dared not take it out to use in public, nor could he find any special power in it. It was better to give it to Thor as the only potentially valuable reward he could give.

The reward he originally intended for Saul was not this pocket watch.

But after Thor brought Midor here, he no longer knew how to repay this kind wizard.

Thor had already memorized the contents of the paper, and a burst of flames erupted from his palm, burning the paper to ashes.

He then looked at the rusty silver pocket watch.

Thor was indeed interested in Midor's hair clip's ability, but it was the last support for the poor girl's soul, so he did not try to take it.

However, the Nightmare Butterfly kept urging Thor to kill Sander and steal the pocket watch and hairpin, so that no one would know the pocket watch was with Thor.

Such behavior is indeed in line with Nightmare Butterfly's usual way of dealing with the world, but it was rejected by Thor.

Saul shook the dust off his hands and opened the rusty silver pocket watch Sander had given him again.

Agu sat opposite him, looking over with great interest.

"The pattern on this pocket watch is very unusual; I suspect it's not a lunar calendar."

As a soul that once roamed the library, Agu read many books and suffered many injuries as a result. Despite this, he persisted in absorbing new knowledge and searching for a chance to escape the wizard's tower.

"If this isn't an item used for dating by lunar calendar, then it must be at least three hundred years old?"

If that's the case, the rust on the pocket watch is actually quite minimal, indicating it's in very good condition.

"What calendar system existed before the lunar calendar?" This was a blind spot for Thor.

In the past, in order to survive and get promoted, he focused on practical knowledge for the present, and actually didn't know much about history, geography and other subjects.

"Before the New Moon Era was the Dark Moon Era. Records of it are scarce; it only mentions that wizards frequently fought each other, but the reasons aren't explained. Back then, a continent typically had only two or three empires. Unlike now, empires are rare; most are kingdoms with limited area and power, or even smaller duchies." Agu smiled. "Actually, the Duchy of Kema is considered relatively large among the many duchies. In the southwest of the continent of Stathe, there's a piece of land not much larger than the Duchy of Kema, where seven small duchies exist."

"That's normal." As a well-informed transmigrator, Thor wasn't surprised.

Thor scanned the rusty pocket watch with his mental power but found no magical fluctuations on it.

He kept turning over the pocket watch, even opening the back cover and removing the chain, but still couldn't find anything that matched the abilities of a witchcraft item.

I just think the pattern on it is quite unique.

The hands of the pocket watch were indeed moving erratically. One second Saul was looking at the time and it showed 3:15 PM, but after turning the clock over, it showed 9:22 AM.

Saul continued to observe the movement of the hands and the speed at which time changed, but found no pattern, or perhaps he hadn't found one yet.

"It's hidden so perfectly, that's interesting." Thor put away his pocket watch. "We'll all study it together later."

As a wizard who carries six consciousness entities and two pets with him, Thor is not worried about not having enough research assistants; he is only worried that the resources he has will not keep up with their consumption rate.

He had thought it through; if he really wanted to build his own wizard tower in the no-man's-land, he had to be prepared for the dangerous situation there.

After successfully building the tower, he also wanted to establish his own research project, no longer conducting research for others, but focusing on his own knowledge, abilities, and talents.

As for the research topics, the most important one is definitely the research diary. His own spirit, which is unafraid of physical rejection from others, is also worthy of study.

The carriage continued its journey through Bluewater City, but not in search of lodging.

Thor didn't intend to stay in Bluewater City, so he ordered his coachman Marsh to leave directly for the airship platform—why not take advantage of the wool left by his mentor, Gorsa?

Even if he suspected that the owner of the broken wine glass might be the wizard Caron, there was no need to actually verify it.

After all, the other party's target might just be Gorza's resurrection experiment.

In fact, their plan had already succeeded. Lady Yura was not resurrected, and the mentor had left the western part of the continent.

Thor is now planning to go to the No Man's Lands, but he must prepare beforehand.

This includes, but is not limited to, continuing to improve oneself and understanding the situation in the No Man's Lands.

It's impossible to just blindly rush in without any awareness.

Even with the warnings from the Death Wizard's Diary, there are still some dangers that cannot be avoided even if foreseen.

Thor's current plan is to go to the legendary, very wealthy and prosperous archaeological city of Stir.

The city culture there is unique; the wizards have humbled themselves and created many magical tools to facilitate daily life. Their social system also differs from that of the duchy. In particular, they sell magical tools that Thor has long been interested in.

This unique urban culture is probably the real reason why Bydon College took root and rose rapidly after leaving the no man's land.

Just then, the carriage slowed down and came to a stop.

Thor and Agu both looked out at the same time.

Outside on the street, two or three pedestrians stopped and watched the direction of Sol's carriage.

Just now, a man dressed as a servant suddenly stopped the carriage.

The servants, who had been running rampant in Blue Water City for many years, did not expect that after seeing someone stop the car, the other party would not stop immediately, but instead slowly slow down.

When the carriage came to a complete stop, the tall horses pulling it parted their lips and spat in his face.

Marsh chuckled inwardly. How could he possibly stumble upon Lord Thor for the sake of a mere roadblock?

"What is it?"

Only then did I realize that my hasty act of stopping the car had displeased the other party.

He was so frightened that he quickly took two steps back and lay down on the ground.

"Please inform the wizard in the carriage that Lord McKen of Bluewater City and Wizard Caron have prepared a sumptuous dinner and comfortable accommodations, and invite you to come."

Marsh pursed his lips, thinking that this attitude was more like it.

He turned around and whispered the same thing to the crack in the door.

"That wizard Caron actually invited me? Could it be a trap?" Thor looked at the diary in his mind.

The diary floated quietly, lazily turning over.

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