Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 619 He Cheated

When Pei'er arrived, she received news that a group of people had entered the Spirit Cleansing Wizard Tower and brought the young wizards inside with them into the Old Manor.

Several second-tier wizards also went in with them.

After listening to the report from the Wind Demon's subordinates, Firefly Lord Herbert stated definitively, "They are wizards from the Tribunal. As for Miss Lucy... judging from their attitude..."

"Yawn... Miss Lucy is none other than Lucy Kingston, the little princess of the Stargate Council."

The air seemed to sway gently as a languid-looking man appeared on the lawn in front of the old manor, as if he had always been there.

Clark the Dream Weaver.

"Is it her?" Pelle bit her lip, controlling her gaze from Clark, and answered in a very natural tone.

Ann didn't know who Lucy was, and looked at Pei'er with confusion. Pei'er secretly sent her a message saying, "Lucy Kingston is a direct descendant of Alec, the chairman of the Stargate Council. She is also recognized as the most likely descendant to become the next fourth-tier wizard of the Kingston family."

An gasped, then exhaled halfway through. "She seems to treat her master quite well. Maybe she'll take care of him inside."

"Her reputation is quite good." Pei'er wasn't so happy. "But I'm afraid she came with a mission and might not be able to take care of Thor."

Pei'er paused for a moment, then stated her purpose, "Regardless, the matter of the eye of the storm is very important. Let's enter the manor now."

However, the first to voice his opposition was Herbert, the Firefly Lord.

"There's no need. The three tribunal wizards, Miss Lucy, and four second-tier wizards—their power is already formidable enough. If even they perish at the Old Manor, then this isn't just a brewing storm, but a breach that has already been made."

Herbert narrowed his eyes. "If that's the case, our entry will only make things worse."

Pei'er suddenly had no reason to continue entering.

She gazed at the dilapidated manor a few dozen meters away and sighed helplessly in her heart.

She had originally planned to enter with the other two third-tier wizards, while Thor would assist them from the outside. However, due to the sudden intrusion of the Tribunal and the Stargate Council, Thor ended up entering the Old Manor first.

Fortunately, Clark was also kept outside.

Once they confirm that this is the eye of the storm, the three of them will definitely go in again to seal it.

The moment the seal is successfully sealed will be her opportunity to counterattack Clark.

Pei'er clasped her hands together in front of her lower abdomen, gazing calmly at the manor.

Clark simply closed his eyes and began to take a nap, seemingly completely unconcerned about the situation at the manor.

Only Herbert glanced at Peir with a hint of surprise, a look of sudden realization flashing in his eyes.

A slight smile played on his lips; he felt there was going to be another good show to watch.

……

Thor had just stepped onto the porch of the old manor.

The decaying, dilapidated wooden steps groaned listlessly.

It is said that after the original owner of the old manor was corrupted and alienated, other people tried to take over the place and carried out several renovations.

However, the houses and buildings quickly fell into a state of decay, as if an invisible force wanted to give the manor the historical feel it deserved.

As Saul stepped onto the second step, a little girl suddenly pushed aside the half-rotten wood and crawled out from under the step, grabbing Saul's leg with exaggerated speed.

"Haha, I've got you! Now it's your turn to be 'it'!"

As soon as the child's voice fell, the little girl vanished like mist, leaving Xiao Zao's fierce attack only to bite at the air.

"Click click click!" Little Algae looked around unwillingly, and when she turned around, she was shocked to see that her little master's soul had left his body!

Thor took a step forward and realized that his body felt as light as a feather. When he turned around, he was staring at the gaping algae with its mouth wide open.

He then realized that the little girl's idea of ​​becoming a ghost was literal.

"Is this hide-and-seek? What will happen if we catch the little girl, and what if we don't?" Thor turned around and saw his own body standing on the steps.

Sure enough, this body had no breath or heartbeat, as if time had been stopped.

"Is it possible to explore this manor only through spirits?" Thor wanted to give it a try.

Although his spirit is powerful and can even shapeshift, without the protection of a physical body, it is very susceptible to contamination.

In such a dangerous location where many wizards are clearly corrupted, using spirits alone is like throwing meat into a wolf's den.

Thor glanced at the others who remained frozen in place. "It's been so long since anyone else has entered. It seems that either no one will be able to get here before I actually enter the manor."

Thor returned to his body and tried to enter it.

However, his body was like a closed box at this moment, and every time he tried to enter, he was blocked from entering.

"Is there no going back?"

Thor thought for a moment, then suddenly turned around and moved three meters away from himself, facing himself. He then turned to the left and began to walk in a clockwise circle, mimicking the meditation diagram.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Thor tried to focus his attention on his walking movements and expressions, and not on whether he could return to his body.

Four steps, five steps, six steps...

A soft barrier appeared in front of Thor, and he tried to move forward, but felt a strong resistance.

No matter how hard Thor tried, he couldn't get in.

He half-closed his eyes, but did not give up.

The diary turned gently at Saul's call, without stopping at any particular page.

With a "whoosh" sound, a translucent white thread was pulled out of the diary, wrapped around Thor's body, and emerged from his palm.

At the same time, Thor looked up expressionlessly and saw the same translucent thin line emerging from between his eyebrows.

However, the thin thread only extended five centimeters before stopping.

Thor slightly raised his forearm, and the fate line on his palm seemed to be guided, flying towards the thin line between his eyebrows.

The barrier that had just blocked Thor was now easily breached by the threads of fate, like a thin sheet of paper.

When the two lines of fate intertwine, Thor rediscovers his connection with his body.

He stepped forward.

This time, there were no obstacles.

He returned to his body.

When I opened my eyes again, the manor before me had changed. It was no longer the old manor with rotten wood and cobwebs everywhere, but a simple, quiet, and clean manor.

"Have I arrived in another place?" Thor moved his hands and feet, feeling no stiffness, and then continued climbing the steps.

As it entered, Little Algae saw Kismet standing in the corridor. It smacked its little mouth and suddenly bit Kismet.

But as soon as it took a bite, it puffed and puffed away, looking like it had eaten something really unpalatable.

"You've become much more aggressive lately, are you really growing up?" Thor grabbed Little Algae by the neck and pulled it back. "Don't stuff everything into your mouth!"

Thor glanced at Kismet, who remained motionless by the window, then pushed open the door and entered the old manor.

(End of this chapter)