Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 570 Here, who doesn't have a problem?

The tribunal is a mysterious entity to most people.

Even many powerful wizards only know the surface rules of its operation, but are unaware of its underlying logic.

The old witch readily admitted that she was equally unaware.

"Although I don't know why they would take action, I do know that this group sometimes unconditionally helps the weak, and might suddenly kill a strong person they have a good relationship with. At most, they will restrain themselves a little when facing Iskeper and Sky City. They generally won't take action openly."

Herman crossed his legs and hunched his shoulders. "The more I listen, the more terrifying it becomes. Are we really going to treat a wizard wanted by the Inquisition?"

After saying that, Herman regretted it.

Isn't he questioning Saul's decision by saying that?

But before he could admit his mistake, he heard Thor communicating with several consciousnesses through his diary.

"My decision to treat Justin was primarily driven by a desire to gain a deeper understanding of the tribunal."

The several consciousnesses remained outwardly calm, as if they were all silent because of Herman's question.

Saul's voice came through the diary, "You've all heard it too. The Tribunal's purge and restraining orders were issued very suddenly, and outsiders don't know the reasons. That's terrifying. If you don't know the reasons, you can't even deliberately avoid them. I don't want to wake up one day and suddenly have a purge order issued against me."

Saul stood up and walked to the window. Through the thin mist, he could still see the figures standing on the shore of Lake Rhine.

"Moreover, we are not entirely without connections to the Tribunal. The Tribunal was also behind the rebellion at the Gorsa Wizard Tower. Back then, Instructor Gudo was a wanted criminal who escaped from Nefert, and he still possessed the local specialty witchcraft artifact, the Soul-Shattering Goblet."

Moreover, he had stated at the time that the Tribunal forbade the resurrection of wizards below the third rank. Yet, the experiments his mentor had been researching for years were precisely those forbidden by the Tribunal. Anze's rebellion, coupled with the alliance of several other forces, likely had the Tribunal's shadow behind it all.

I don't want to be targeted, openly or subtly, in any future experiments without even knowing why.

"I've decided to try to treat Justin." Saul said this directly.

This time, no one raised any objections.

The old witch looked left and right, suspecting that the people in front of her had secretly discussed something and hadn't included her in the game.

But she hadn't sensed any magical fluctuations just now.

My feelings are complicated.

After making this decision, Saul felt much more relaxed.

He rested his hands on the windowsill, still looking outside. But his gaze had shifted from Justin's figure to the distant horizon.

He pondered silently, "I wonder if my mentor is aware that the Tribunal might be behind the Wizard Tower rebellion?"

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"Gorsa! Are you insane?" A second-tier wizard had half his head smashed into the ground, and his limbs were restrained by the strange black shadow on Gorsa's body, making him completely unable to move.

He continued to threaten Gorsa, desperately trying to save himself, "Even if you come from the Radiant Family, do you have a death wish to lay a hand on someone from the Tribunal?"

Gorsa said calmly, "If you don't tell me, and I don't tell you, who will know?"

The moment he finished speaking, the second-tier wizard he was holding down suddenly widened his eyes. Then, a sound like a snapping string echoed in his mind.

The unfortunate second-tier wizard twitched violently, his eyes instantly lost their light, and he went limp and motionless.

Gorza killed a tribunal judge without hesitation!

"Well, now I'm sure you won't say it."

Gorsa stood up, and tiny black dots emerged from his shadow, tracing the dead wizard's skin and disappearing beneath it.

Not long after, the dead wizard's skin suddenly swelled up like an inflated balloon. This was followed by a terrifying tearing sound.

Then Gorsa possessed him and gently ripped off the second-tier wizard's skin.

He chanted a spell, cleaned the dust off his skin, and casually draped it over his body.

He didn't transform into the appearance of a second-tier wizard, as that would have made him easily recognizable.

Gorsa merely borrowed the other party's special aura. In this way, with the disguise of the Arbiter, he could move freely throughout most of Neflet.

Then, he wrapped his face with white bandages—a common sight on the continent of Neflet.

Most wizards in Neflet specialize in dark magic. Gorsa borrowed some of his aura and transformed into a second-tier dark magic wizard, practicing his shadow control as he ventured deeper into the Eternal Night Empire.

Having just changed his clothes, Gorsa walked openly in a small city on the border of the Eternal Night Empire.

The people in the city seemed very excited. Gorsa approached the group and listened to their discussion that the Eternal Night Empire would soon hold a grand coronation ceremony.

"Eternal Night has actually found a new royal bloodline?" Gorsa clapped his hands, his exposed eyes narrowing. "Then I won't bother, I can just go directly to that new emperor."

"Red Sea Tree Source... Dark Night Bloodline... Has the Tribunal made its move? Tsk, as annoying as flies."

Just as Gorsa was happily heading to the City of Eternal Night, Thor invited his patient to stay at his Wizard Tower for the first time.

Justin kept his word and immediately presented Thor with three dark-attribute spells to choose from.

Thor took the scroll, unfolded it, and saw a brief introduction to three types of third-tier sorcery.

Feign Death, Healing Touch, and summoning undead officers.

Thor immediately dismissed the Undead Lieutenant.

He currently has four consciousness entities around him, and each of them possesses independent consciousness and initiative that is completely incomparable to the sluggish undead creatures like the Undead Lieutenant.

As for the art of feigning death and medical touch.

Thor didn't hesitate for long before choosing Healing Touch.

Putting aside the fact that he lacks healing magic, the healing spell he currently knows is only a level 1 heal for minor injuries.

Take feigning death for example; it's too passive.

However, there are also benefits. If he is in a harsh environment, the Feign Death spell can make him more resilient and temporarily increase his resistance to various elemental damage.

Ultimately, Thor chose the Healing Touch.

This Tier 3 spell can transfer another person's life force to the caster during healing. However, some life force will be lost during the transfer process.

The specific attrition rate depends on the practitioner's skill level, ranging from a minimum of ten to one to a maximum of almost one to one.

Thor took over the medical touch. Although he was eager to start learning immediately, he put aside his curiosity and began to explain the precautions to Justin.

"Because your situation is quite complex, we need to examine you before starting formal treatment to determine your condition and treatment plan."

Justin had already agreed to follow Saul's arrangements throughout the treatment, so he naturally had no objections.

"You will be staying on the third floor for the time being. You are not allowed to trespass anywhere else without permission, otherwise, according to our contract, I can terminate the treatment directly."

"No problem," Justin readily agreed.

After explaining the precautions, Thor had Agu perform a basic examination on Justin, while he himself went to the first basement level of the Wizard Tower to discuss a treatment plan with Camus.

Just then, the old witch, who was supposed to be watching Justin, ran over out of boredom.

"You brat, when are you going to cleanse me of all the pollution?" The old witch stared at Thor with a look of utter disbelief.

"If you could treat such a complex contamination case as Justin's, how could you not remove the contamination from my body?"

The old witch grew angrier as she spoke, her chest heaving. "Besides, you were the one who started the pollution!"

The old witch suddenly became wise.

What happened?

She clearly didn't modify the mind when she was undergoing the witch body transformation.

Thor suppressed a laugh and said in a serious tone, "To protect myself, I mixed the source of contamination into the base material for your witch body modification. After you successfully completed the modification, the source of contamination took deep root in your body."

If you try to completely remove the pollution from your body now, it may cause your perfect body to lose room for further development.

The best solution is to wait until your perfect body stabilizes and no longer needs change before I help you remove all the contamination.

After saying that, Thor considerately handed the choice to the old witch, "What do you think... would this work?"

The old witch couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong, but she sensed something was off. She ignored Thor's words and just muttered curses under her breath.

At that moment, Camus suddenly turned his head and spoke the first words to the old witch.

"Your problem isn't just pollution."

Just those few words made the old witch's expression change drastically.

She turned and walked away, muttering to herself, "Who here doesn't have a problem?"

(End of this chapter)