Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 578 The Thief and the Fog Man

Meanwhile, Nefert.

Tribunal.

The most central building.

Dawn Corridor.

The passageways inside this corridor are more complex than a maze. Every hundred meters in the center of the corridor, a slender, ornate yet dark-toned pillar appears.

Each of these pillars is topped with a spherical fire cage the size of a human head. White flames gently lick the edges of the fire cages, as if the pillars are fully capable of breaking free from their confinement, yet they willingly remain imprisoned within them.

The stark white light made the already dark building even more terrifying.

The architectural style inside this corridor remains unchanged, giving one a sense of helplessness as one keeps repeating the past.

Without someone to guide them, those who stray into the area will remain lost forever, and even death cannot end their wandering.

The soul will forever linger there, becoming yet another wisp of smoke in this dawn corridor.

Every day, an adjudicator, dressed in a black robe and barefoot, walks through the Dawn Corridor, responsible for receiving and conveying the decrees of the Chief Justice.

At that moment, a white flame on a pillar suddenly flared up. White tongues of fire pierced through the black cage of fire, like several arms reaching out to the sky in supplication.

The man in black robes who was walking in the corridor stopped immediately upon seeing this scene, knelt down, clasped his hands together in front of his knees, and pressed his forehead tightly against the back of his hands.

"Your Excellency," he said respectfully.

"Did you find it?" Frim's deep voice rang out.

"Not yet. The person who infiltrated the Eternal Night Palace is very cunning. After stealing the Red Sea Tree essence intended for the coronation ceremony, he didn't escape. Instead, he went to the palace and directly took half of Alexandra's blood. If we hadn't already created a symbiotic relationship between Alexandra's heart and the Red Sea Tree to prevent her accidental death, he probably would have..."

"This person must be a Tier 3 wizard. Investigate all Tier 3 wizards who have recently entered the Eternal Night Empire."

"yes!"

"He stole the Tree Source and took the blood of the Eternal Night Royal Family..."

During the pauses in the court's proceedings, the man in black remained kneeling without changing his position.

"...Just at this crucial moment, Justin, the sole inheritor of the Black Sea Tree Source, suddenly appeared and even sought out a first-tier wizard to treat him? And Justin's memories contained no information related to the Black Sea Tree Source, clearly indicating that he had already extracted his memories before coming here."

Does he believe the Wind Demon will kill him? Or did he anticipate my arrival through the large-scale search of the eye of the storm?

"Both tree sources are malfunctioning simultaneously. Are those rebels still not satisfied? Do they want the world destroyed before they're done?"

The man in black robes, lying prostrate on the ground, listened quietly to Frim's thoughts. He didn't try to memorize the contents of his words.

Even a fourth-tier wizard is not omniscient; in fact, they may have more questions as they come into contact with more of the world's secrets.

The man in black robes was never interested in the questions of those in power; doing so would only make his life incredibly painful and his death incredibly tragic.

After a moment, the sound from the light source stabilized again.

"Send men to the entrance to the No Man's Land. The people who stole the Red Sea Tree Source will definitely head there next. We must stop them outside."

"Yes!" The man in black robes paused for a moment. "Your Honor, the new decree has been issued, and there are quite a few people involved. We may not have enough manpower."

The list on the decree can only be viewed by wizards of the Tribunal, and the execution of the decrees is subject to time limits. If a large number of Tribunal wizards are sent to guard the entrance to the No Man's Land, the execution of the decree will be affected.

After a moment of silence, Guangyuan finally said, "I will carry out this ruling."

The man in black robes trembled, bowing once more as if he wanted to bury his head in the ground. "Yes!"

……

No man's land, Lake Rhine, the Spirit Purifier's Tower.

Saul was walking down the dark stairwell.

"Perhaps I should follow my mentor's example and set up a row of white candles?"

The butler, Hope, followed behind him. "The pipes inside the walls have been fully developed. If you need, I can install the candlesticks anytime."

"I don't really like those arms and mouths running around in the wizard tower."

"If you need, you can certainly confine them to the second basement level. However, with all due respect, there will undoubtedly be more people entering your wizard tower in the future. Installing some monitoring facilities inside the wizard tower would be much more convenient."

Thor placed his hand on the textured wall. "I don't intend to develop the Wizard Tower into a pseudo-academy organization like the Mentors."

But you're right. Even if it's just about treating the pollution, more wizards like Justin will come in. It would be too troublesome and dangerous if we couldn't control their actions.

"Let's do as you say. First, open your mouth, then keep your eyes focused on the first basement level and the third level."

Ultimately, Saul chose the same management style as Gorza.

"By the way, I once saw some humanoid figures that looked like mist in my mentor's wizard tower. Hope, do you know what those were?"

Hope bowed slightly. "Lord Tower Master, those mist-like figures are a byproduct of the Wizard Tower. They serve as both a protective measure and an early warning system."

As the number of vengeful spirits in the wizard's tower increases, most of them will be absorbed by the pipes. However, a few remnants will remain, attached to the vengeful spirits' obsessions. They cannot communicate, but will instinctively gravitate towards places where abnormal magical and mental energy fluctuations occur.

You can observe the distribution of these fog-like figures on the second basement level. Their density can help determine where anomalies have occurred.

"You have more experience in this area than I do. You've always been the one checking the distribution of these fog-like people?"

"Yes, sir."

Thor is increasingly convinced that this butler of the wizard's tower is quite remarkable.

He was responsible not only for the daily lives of every living person, but also for monitoring the movements of every dead person.

Looking at the butler's humble yet elegant demeanor, Thor felt a certain amount of admiration.

No wonder he became the chief steward of the Wizard Tower.

At the same time, he recalled that he had entered the Cursed Rift in the Second Warehouse and seen the roof of the warehouse covered with mist-like people.

At first glance, the number is almost a hundred.

If there are so many mist-like beings in just one second warehouse, how many are there in the entire Wizard Tower?

How many ordinary people and apprentices would have to die for such a large number of mist-like beings to form inside the Wizard Tower?

He was both shocked and curious: "How many fog-like figures would indicate an anomaly in a given area?"

"If a room shows no unusual fluctuations, there might only be two or three mist-like figures inside. If the number of mist-like figures exceeds 10, it means someone is using first or second-tier witchcraft or conducting experiments of equal scale. If it exceeds 30, it means someone is using third-tier witchcraft or conducting uncontrollable experiments. Because third-tier and higher witchcraft may damage the wizard tower itself, we prohibit the use of destructive third-tier and higher witchcraft within the wizard tower."

Thor was puzzled by the butler's answer.

He asked hesitantly, "What if there are nearly a hundred fog-like people in a room?"

This time, it was the butler who hesitated, "Perhaps only a large-scale experiment personally conducted by the Tower Master could produce such an effect?"

Thor remained silent; his second warehouse seemed to be constantly teeming with nearly a hundred fog-like figures.

However, he wasn't always conducting dangerous experiments while hiding in the crevice to observe.

Is it because the items stored in the second warehouse are dangerous? Or is it because it is surrounded by surveillance cameras and has hidden partitions, which makes these fog-like figures linger there year after year?

However, the butler in charge of monitoring the fog-like people did not mention this.

"Do you monitor the second warehouse on a regular basis?"

"The second warehouse has a mezzanine partition, which can only be monitored by the Tower Master on weekdays, and only the Tower Master can enter and exit freely without going through the bronze gate."

"No wonder..." Thor turned to look at the butler and found that he didn't seem curious about what was in the second storeroom.

Suddenly, the butler's left eye exploded open.

The explosion left a hollow hole in the left side of his face.

Immediately, tiny sparks ignited on his face and spread rapidly, threatening to burn away his entire head.

Without hesitation, Thor immediately transformed one of his hands into a gray, semi-transparent tentacle and covered the butler's head.

The tiny sparks were immediately sucked into Thor's tentacles, then quickly extinguished, turning into tiny black ash.

The butler's body swayed, and in the blink of an eye, a new head grew out.

"Lord Tower Master, I have some bad news," the butler's new head said.

Saul's face darkened. "I know, Justin is dead."

(End of this chapter)