Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 555 Spirit Reading Candle

The settlement wasn't large, and Saul saw the same people he had seen before he came in after only a few steps.

They were led into an underground passage, where the chains on their feet had been removed, but their eyes were still blindfolded.

This time he saw that there was also a hole in the sole of the last person's foot.

The wound had healed long ago, but there was still a dark red stain on the sole of the foot, as if it had bled not long ago.

Thor watched the men disappear into the tunnel without turning his head. "What are these people doing? Why are they covered in mud coming back from outside?"

Kismet still didn't give a direct answer, only saying, "That's normal here."

He then turned to Thor and asked, "You... did you come because of the rumors about the quicksand termites?"

When Kismet asked the question so casually, Thor's heart sank.

Do many people know about quicksand termites?

How could he possibly have secretly moved the entire anthill back home?

Wait, these words came out of Kismet's mouth...

Thor looked up sharply and saw Kismet smiling with his eyes narrowed. "It's actually a hoax. What appeared in the Survivor Forest weren't quicksand termites, but rather archback termites that look very similar but have completely different abilities."

"A scam... a scam?" Thor stared at Kismet.

Kismet's smile faded, and he pointed to his nose, puffing out his cheeks. "...Just because it's a hoax doesn't mean I did it!"

Remembering how he had helped him get in, Thor finally withdrew his suspicious gaze.

However, he really wanted to nod in agreement.

Kismet pulled Thor aside. "Come on, what's the point of standing here? Although there are no quicksand termites here, there are plenty of other good things."

Other good stuff?

Thor thought for a moment and decided not to leave immediately.

Entering this settlement requires an introducer, suggesting that it likely contains rare and valuable magical materials.

This is something that even a traveling merchant like Jiajia would find very difficult to collect for him.

It would be great to establish a purchasing channel here. It's just a bit far.

Saul followed Kismet through a narrow path.

There are many ordinary people here, but most of them look pale and thin.

Occasionally, you can see wizard apprentices and a small number of formal wizards, but they all come and go in a hurry.

Thor observed for a while and found that many wizards and apprentices were walking in the same direction as them.

They simply walked faster and ended up ahead of them.

And so, following the intermittent flow of people, Thor followed Kismet to a bungalow that didn't look particularly special from the outside.

Only after entering did Saul discover that the house actually extended diagonally downwards.

Upon entering, Kismet also showed something, indicating that a pass was required to enter.

The two walked down several dozen steps and arrived at the hall, which was covered by layers of gauze curtains.

There were many people vaguely visible behind the gauze curtain.

As someone stepped past them and hurriedly lifted the curtain to go inside, Saul immediately felt a wave of heat emanating from the gap that had been opened.

Like a tongue of fire in a furnace, it suddenly scorched his cheek.

"It's strange, yet it has a somewhat familiar taste."

Kismet thought for a moment, "You may be familiar with this taste, but it's not the same thing at all."

After saying that, Kismet went inside first.

Looking at the red and purple gauze curtains in front of him, Thor felt that this was not a place for exchanging witchcraft materials.

"Could this be...?" Thor suddenly thought of a place. He looked at the diary, but there were no warning signs. In the end, he lifted the curtain and went in on his own.

Upon entering, Thor saw a vast expanse of white, fleshy bodies.

There are wizards and ordinary people here.

Ordinary people, regardless of gender, are draped in a thin veil. As they walk, the veil sometimes lifts, turning what was previously concealed into complete exposure.

They were all good-looking and had well-proportioned figures. They possessed appearances that would make ordinary people envious.

Kismet actually brought him here? And he even said it's a good place?

Well, it's not exactly a bad place either.

But shouldn't he be taking it so seriously?

At this moment, a beautiful young woman draped in a white veil stepped forward and respectfully asked, "Please come in, gentlemen. Would you like to rest in the main hall or in a private room?"

Thor looked the beauty in front of him up from head to toe, and then from toe to head.

Kismet stood by without saying a word.

Thor turned to look at him. "Are they all creations of witchcraft?"

"Yes, they're all nearing the end of their lifespan, given to the apprentices to practice on."

Hearing Kismet's words, the girl looked somewhat uneasy, but she still maintained a perfectly angled smile.

It was as if her eyes and mouth didn't belong to the same person at that moment.

After a careful observation, Thor has determined that the other party is a woman whose biological age is less than thirty, but whose remaining lifespan is less than two years.

Except for her slightly trembling eyes, her entire appearance had probably been altered.

Thor wasn't really interested to begin with, and now he was even less in the mood.

Do you sell anything else here?

The girl in white quickly replied, "Since this is your first time here, sir, the Underworld only sells one item."

She took a small cylinder from her belt at the back. Gently pinching the cap off the cylinder with her middle finger and thumb, she then raised her arm to show Saul what was inside.

"This is our only cargo: spirit candles."

Saul did not immediately take the candle from the other person, but instead scanned the hall again.

He then noticed that there was an ordinary-looking candle in front of every wizard and wizard apprentice in the entire hall.

Even when these men were holding beautiful women in their arms, their minds were not on lovemaking. They simply stared blankly at the candles in front of them, occasionally taking deep breaths.

He looked completely entranced.

In such a chaotic place, these wizards seemed completely unguarded, allowing themselves to enter a trance-like state.

Something's not right!

Saul used telepathy to ask Kismet, "Is this the essence of the deception you mentioned?"

Kismet's eyes crinkled with amusement as he replied via telepathy, "Clever. They keep carpenter termites in the Survivor's Forest. These termites secrete a special formic acid when they bite, paralyzing the victim but keeping them perfectly conscious. They can clearly feel themselves being dismembered bit by bit, then fed to the queen in the deepest part of the nest."

"The great wizard Monte here has found a way to detoxify formic acid, dilute it, and then solidify it to obtain the Spirit Reading Candle. Wizards and apprentices can achieve an extremely excited state of mind by absorbing the candle's incense. At this time, whether learning new witchcraft or deciphering obscure runes, it will be much easier than before. It can also temporarily enhance the effects of meditation."

Kismet swept his chin across the room. "So many of these are wizards and apprentices stuck at a certain stage, unable to advance. They see the Underworld as their last hope for advancement."

"Of course," he shrugged again, "it's just a bit pricey."

Thank you so much for the generous donations, and thank you to all the readers for your monthly tickets!

(End of this chapter)