Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 550 Black-on-Black

Thor wasn't angry at the muscular wizard's words, and instead spoke to the witch who could talk properly.

"Why is it considered pollution, and not an injury?"

The witch was somewhat flustered. While incoherently trying to calm the irritable wizard who wanted to leave, she pitifully tried to explain to Thor.

"Six months ago, we chased a water-attribute demonic creature into an underground river, but we soon got separated. Later, I finally found him, and we escaped together. But when we got home, I suddenly discovered that he had already returned home, and..."

The witch paused for a moment, recalling the scene, and her face turned even paler.

"And I was with him."

"That's when I realized that the people around me might be pretending, and I, the person around him, might also be pretending."

"Can it transform into other people's appearances?" Thor asked thoughtfully. "I've heard of at least three different people with this ability. How did you manage to distinguish between the real and the fake?"

The witch tilted her head back, her neck slender and fair. "We often go on adventures together and are very familiar with each other's mental abilities. I was too nervous before to notice, but after careful observation, I realized who was fake and who was real. As a result, after the two fakes were discovered, they immediately attacked us. In order to help me, his arm was entangled by the two fakes."

The witch gave the wizard a grateful glance, which calmed him down a little.

"Later, we finally managed to kill the two dummies, but these two red marks were left on his arms, and the healing witchcraft was completely ineffective; the marks were even getting bigger. Moreover, he became more and more irritable. I can only suspect that it was contamination, not an injury."

Hearing this, Thor already knew what was going on.

"I understand. So you've tried many methods without success, and now you want to try me?"

"Yes." The witch nodded, her eyes filled with an unyielding sorrow.

Thor leaned back, resting his hands on the armrests on either side. "So, have you prepared your payment?"

"You're asking for payment if you can even cure him?" The wizard glared at Thor.

Thor rested his chin on his hand. "I'm not sure I can cure him."

"you--"

"If you want me to do this, you'd better prepare the payment first. I won't give you a chance to skip out on the bill."

Skipping out on the bill?

The two didn't understand, but they could barely guess what it meant.

"We cleaned him of the pollution after our last failed adventure, so he doesn't have many magic crystals left on him."

Thor said coldly, "Other rare materials can also be exchanged."

"We also..."

"If you don't have three thousand magic crystals, please leave."

The wizard was about to explode when he heard the price, but Thor didn't give them a chance to bargain and ordered the ice wolf to turn back.

Only one sentence was left behind.

"Come find me again when you've accumulated enough of the equivalent value."

Back at the Wizard's Tower, the old witch and the butler were both on the first floor.

Thor briefly explained what had happened, and the old witch immediately leaned back.

"Three thousand? Are you robbing me?"

Thor paused, suddenly changed direction, and walked up to the old witch who was already 1.4 meters tall.

The old witch looked up at Thor. "Why are you standing so close?"

I need your help.

"I'm busy!"

"Three hundred magic crystals."

"Ha, you have some nerve! You really think I wouldn't dare beat you up?"

……

On the third day, Little Algae reported that the grumpy, muscular male wizard and the crying witch had returned.

"Have they prepared the magic crystals?"

The tiny algae tilted its head.

Do not understand.

Thor smiled, bent down and put the little algae in his pocket, and rode the wolf carriage back to the lakeside.

It's the same place as last time, and the same people as last time.

The muscular wizard's eyes were bloodshot, making him look even more agitated.

The pale-faced witch clutched a small bag in her hand.

"We don't have three thousand magic crystals, but..." The witch glanced down at the bag in her hand, her face full of reluctance, "This witchcraft item is something we obtained three years ago. It should... definitely be worth three thousand magic crystals."

"Let me see."

The witch clutched the small bag to her chest.

"Don't worry, you just need to open the bag and let me see it. I can wait until I'm done cleaning before I get paid."

The witch quickly showed her gratitude, untied the drawstring of the small bag, shook the taut opening, and let Thor see what was inside.

Because the bag was very small, Thor initially thought there was a space compression magic circle inside.

But when he saw what was in the bag, he realized it was because the witchcraft prop itself was very small.

The bag contained a red spinning top.

About the size of an index finger.

"It is indeed a witchcraft tool, but what is it used for?"

The witch patiently explained, "I don't know the name of this item, but I call it the Thunderstorm Top. As long as you attach your mental energy to it and spin it clockwise, you can release lightning. Spin it counterclockwise, and you can release a gale."

"...Shouldn't it be called a Wind and Thunder Spinning Top?"

Thor's sudden remark startled the witch, who momentarily forgot what she was going to say. It took her a moment to recall what she was going to say.

"Well, legend has it that if you can turn clockwise and counterclockwise at the same time, you can summon a disastrous downpour."

Thor was initially unimpressed with the first two functions of the red spinning top, but the last rumor the witch told him piqued his curiosity.

If it can really bring about a catastrophic downpour, then this prop must be extraordinary.

Three thousand magic crystals, absolutely worth it.

Thor jumped off the carriage and walked toward the wizard.

Perhaps the witch advised him after returning the day before yesterday, because he has remained silent all day.

Judging from his eyes, he was clearly suppressing and enduring.

"Now, I'm going to clean up the pollution for you, so don't move around."

The veins on the muscular wizard's face twitched, but he held back and simply nodded.

But as Thor stepped off the wolf wagon and slowly approached him, the muscular wizard's impatient eyes gradually turned serious.

When Thor came to the wizard, the latter took off his outer robe, revealing a pair of arms covered with large red spots.

On the surface, there was nothing unusual, but upon closer inspection, the two red marks looked like the silhouettes of two people lying on their arms.

If you stare intently for a while longer, the two figures seem to be moving.

They were originally clinging tightly to the wizard's arm, seemingly gnawing at his skin. But little by little, the heads of the two figures changed, from facing away from Thor to turning to the side, and then slowly turning back.

Little by little, he began to gaze at Thor.

However, while Thor was focused on studying the red mark on the wizard's arm, the wizard's face, which had been ignored, began to distort little by little.

His facial features gradually elongated, as if someone was desperately pulling at his face.

The eyes grew longer and bigger, the nose became flatter and flatter, and the mouth... the mouth became a huge empty hole!

Then it suddenly bit into Thor's skull!

But at that moment, a shadow suddenly appeared from behind Thor.

The shadow, which was originally very small and thin, transformed into a normal-sized human figure the moment it rushed out. At the same time, eight spider legs extended from its lower body, each resembling a short spear, fiercely stabbing towards the warlock's deformed head.

The wizard was about to ambush Thor, but instead he was ambushed instead.

Fortunately, he wasn't completely unprepared.

Two red figures were ripped off his arm with a "rip". The lower half was still connected by blood, while the upper half, now completely turned, had its mouth wide open and was about to bite Thor.

At the same time, the witch standing behind Thor took out the spinning top that was originally intended as a reward, placed it in her palm, and spun it clockwise.

Just as the top was about to spin, a silver shadow suddenly shot out from Thor's body, reaching the woman in the blink of an eye and sending her flying with a headbutt.

The top fell to the ground, only flashing two tiny bolts of electricity.

The witch didn't even realize what was happening.

It seems like everyone else is a spellcaster, but you insist on casting a physical collision.

Cheating!

When she clutched her almost caved-in chest, coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, and struggled to lift her head, she saw that the silver figure had already picked up her spinning top from the ground.

At the same time, not far away, Thor had just struck with his black blade, cleaving the attacking sorcerer in two.

The two halves of the corpse were skewered on two spider legs like roasted meat.

As for the two red marks, they have disappeared without a trace.

(Holding a small basket) Time to collect monthly passes~~~

(End of this chapter)