Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 515 The Old Witch

"Huh? My head doesn't hurt anymore?"

After the shadow beneath the sea escaped, the headache that had been troubling Thor disappeared.

He shook his head, but still felt there was water inside.

My left ear is a little itchy.

Thor tilted his head to the left and then patted his right ear.

"Splash!"

He heard a clear sound of flowing water in his left ear canal, and then he felt something flowing out of his ear.

Thor immediately raised his left hand to catch it, and felt a cool drop fall into his palm.

He looked down and saw that it was a drop of black water.

The water droplets seemed very dense, instantly gathering into pearls in his palm. Thor shook his hand, and the pearls trembled slightly, like jelly.

"Is this the water that got into my brain?"

Thor suddenly realized that it had been a long time since he had been splashed in the face by waves.

He carefully stood up and walked to the edge of the platform, only then did he see that the boundless sea had calmed down for some reason, and even the sound of the waves had become much quieter.

"The terrace seems to have risen a few meters again... no, it should be that the sea level is dropping. That's good news."

The danger seems to have receded.

"Hmm, if you look down from this angle, it's somewhat like the sea I saw while I was unconscious when I first obtained the golden pages."

"But what saved me from the sea back then was the golden pages, not the consciousness platform. Why is the diary malfunctioning today?"

Saul looked up and extended his right hand toward the diary.

The diary finally responded, falling from the sky.

The moment the diary landed in his palm, Saul suddenly had a thought, "Could this diary be... because it doesn't want to get wet?"

A self-deprecating thought flashed through Saul's mind to ease his inner tension, and he looked down at the white pages of his diary. There were new words on them.

[October 21, 317th year of the lunar calendar, sunny]

After the brain gets waterlogged,

You have obtained a drop of pure black tide.

Please use with caution.

Remember this sentence,

The world of wizards

Pollution comes from the knowledge in our minds, the starry sky above our heads...

And then there's the dark undercurrent within.

Another rare item recognized by the diary!

No, this is more than just about treasuring items.

Judging from the description in the diary, this is clearly one of the most terrifying things in the world.

"But where did this drop of black tide come from?" Thor looked at the black tide in his left hand and then at the diary in his right hand, pondering the origin of this rare and dangerous material.

He reflected on what he had done during this time, "That's right, it must be because I absorbed the pollution from those villagers and Claude!"

"The extremely domineering and deadly rules emanating from those villagers are probably caused by this pollution! Based on my past experience, I absorbed the pollution from the villagers' bodies, thinking that it would be absorbed by the diary and starry sky in my consciousness space and would not affect me. I didn't expect that the pollution would turn into a drop of black tide after entering my body, almost drowning me."

Saul closed his diary, reflecting on his oversight.

"I saved people by absorbing pollution in exchange for information about the No Man's Land, but now it seems I was too reckless. The pollution here is much more serious and severe than in the western regions. If I continue to act recklessly based on the diary, I'll kill myself sooner or later."

Having summarized his experiences, Thor also summarized his gains.

"Putting aside the intelligence for now, Mengling is a pretty good tool. Of course, the most important thing is this drop of Black Tide."

"Claude finally realized that the reason their village had developed such a powerful, deadly rule was because this rule was recognized by the No Man's Land. But now it seems that it should essentially be recognized by the Black Tide. But why would the No Man's Land be on par with the Black Tide?"

"Agu once told me that when encountering danger in the No Man's Land, one must first observe the rules of the place before choosing a course of action. Does this mean that all regions with strong rules are affected by the Black Tide? Is the No Man's Land entirely covered by the Black Tide?"

The diary says that the pollution comes from the dark tide within one's heart.

If the Black Tide is everywhere in the No Man's Land, then it's no wonder that this place is so dangerous!

It seems they've discovered something extraordinary.

Thor looked down at the platform again. The black tide had receded far enough to obscure the distance, and more of the starry sky reappeared around the circular platform.

"It's time to go back." Thor gripped a drop of black tide in his hand, preparing to close his eyes and return to his body, when he suddenly realized something was wrong. "The date on the diary just now was... the 21st? When I arrived here, it was clearly the 17th. How come three days are missing?"

If he has truly been imprisoned in the world of consciousness for so long, then Marsh, who is the only one outside, must be incredibly anxious.

Thor composed himself, prepared for the worst, and then finally closed his eyes.

Consciousness returns!

……

When Saul slowly opened his eyes, he was in front of a dark little room with a row of wooden fences nearby.

Beneath me was a cold stone slab, and behind me was a rough stone wall.

He looked up and glanced around, then sighed silently. "It really is a terrible situation."

Thor was locked in a wooden cage that was half a person's height!

"I must have encountered other people while I was trapped in this consciousness. But I was just captured..." Thor examined his body in the confined space. No parts were missing, and even his clothes hadn't been touched. "It's a stroke of luck amidst misfortune. I really can't absorb contamination so carelessly anymore."

"You're awake?" A hoarse old woman's voice rang out in the darkness.

A terrifying human face suddenly appeared outside the cage, squeezed tightly between the two bars.

Her face was wrinkled and looked shrunken, with surprisingly large eyes and ears. Her sparse, long white hair was tied high at the back of her head, with a lively finger dangling from the end.

When she speaks, her mouth stretches almost to her ears.

"If you don't wake up soon, I'll have no choice but to dismantle you and see if there's anything else I can use you for."

"Where is my coachman?" Thor couldn't sense the other party's strength, but it shouldn't exceed the second tier.

"Ha..." The old woman spoke, a foul, fishy smell wafting from her mouth, as if she had a salted fish stuck in her throat. "These past few days, your coachman has been asking about you, and as soon as you woke up, he was asking about him too. He's doing very well; after watering him for a few days, new mushrooms have already sprouted."

Thor's eyes widened. "You planted him?"

"Hmm?" The old woman stretched out her large, rough-skinned fingers and touched her chin. "Your suggestion is not bad."

It seems he's still alive.

Thor relaxed his shoulders and carefully rubbed the skin on his left wrist, concealed by his robe.

There was an inconspicuous bulge there, beneath which lay the storage device he had purchased from Archaeologists.

Thor breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the old woman hadn't taken his storage device.

"Who are you? Why have you arrested me and my driver?"

"I'm not catching you," the old woman said, waving her finger with a mocking smile. "You're just trash I picked up while I was out. Some of you are still usable, while others are just for taking apart to see if there are any valuable parts. As for me, you can just call me the old witch, and you don't need to know anything else."

Thor's gaze shifted to both sides, and he noticed that next to the cage that held him, there were more than a dozen other cages.

Five of the cages contained people or non-human creatures, while the others were empty.

The others who were imprisoned were huddled together, and two of them clearly exuded the strength of first-tier wizards.

It seems the old woman is a second-tier wizard.

Thor took a deep breath, almost choking again, "Your Excellency, the old witch..."

"No need for honorifics. I don't like people who use honorifics on the surface but curse me in their hearts."

"Alright then, old witch, how will you let me go?" Thor shrugged.

The old witch reached into the cage, her fingertips tracing Thor's chin. "What I pick up is mine, and I'll never let it go. I'll only dismantle you when you're no longer useful."

(End of this chapter)