Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 667: The Answer

Thor felt that as soon as he finished asking the question, Perle's expression suddenly changed.

She turned pale, became frightened, and even staggered back two steps when Saul tried to comfort her.

His lips were trembling.

The breeze was sharp as a knife, leaving cuts on Thor's cheeks and arms.

This is not Pelle attacking Saul.

This is how her magic went out of control when she was in fear!

A layer of magical armor immediately appeared on Thor's body. Instead of retreating, he continued forward, braving the razor-sharp wind around Pelle, and slowly tried to grasp her arm.

Although he didn't know why Pei'er suddenly seemed so terrified.

But he knew now was not the time to worry about such things; Pelle's magic had suddenly gone out of control, a sign that it was about to be corrupted.

However, just as Thor was about to grab Pelle's arm, a deafening roar suddenly came from afar, so loud it seemed to distort the world.

A shockwave, visible to the naked eye, caused the entire island in the middle of the lake to tremble.

Although Thor wouldn't lose his balance from the slight tremor, he was briefly drawn to the enormous noise and the sheer force of it.

"What is that?"

Thor turned back again, intending to reassure Peer before going to check on her, only to find that Peer was completely oblivious to the commotion in the distance. Instead, she took advantage of Thor's distraction and flew away from Lake Rhine towards the cliff—escaping for her life.

"She's afraid of me."

If Thor still doesn't understand what Pell is afraid of, then he's wasted all these years as a wizard.

However, he still had some doubts: why did Pei'er become afraid of him after he mentioned the voice of the sky?

The ice on Lake Rhine crackled and popped, and clusters of mushroom trees burst forth with snow-white spores.

The tourmaline-colored sky darkened in a short time.

The damp air, thick with the impending mountain rain, made it hard to breathe.

Even in such a turbulent moment, Thor still looked up, gazing fixedly at the sky.

"The sound of the sky? What's in the sky?"

"Stars?"

The next second, Thor suddenly lowered his head and turned towards the source of the tremor, his eyes sharp.

"It's that old manor again!"

……

Half an hour before the tremor occurred.

Luke strolled leisurely to the gate of the old manor.

He was followed by a first-tier wizard.

However, it wasn't the same one Thor had seen six months ago.

The original one has rotted away.

Although the resurrection magic that he once boasted about in front of everyone didn't last long, he already believed that he was not much worse than Gorsa in his second-tier period.

Now he just lacks an opportunity to advance to the third tier.

If he can advance to the third tier, he will have a chance to catch up with Gorsa completely in the future.

Today, instead of taking the flying shuttle, he used a more discreet method to reach the old manor, all in order to seize the opportunity to advance to the third tier.

Luke strolled to the manor gate, raised his hand, and a black, rotting arm emerged from the ground, mimicking Luke's action, and knocked lightly twice on the gate.

The once dangerous old manor showed no signs of abnormality.

"It seems all the potential here has been exhausted. I really don't understand why Miss Lucy has been living here all this time?"

If it weren't for the need for advancement, Luke would prefer to stay in the Stargate Council.

The knowledge and magical resources there are much richer.

Of course, the competition is also more intense.

A moment later, Luke heard footsteps.

He raised his hand to signal the first-tier wizard behind him to come over.

This first-tier wizard had only been with Luke for a short time, and he would tremble with nervousness when he approached Luke.

Luke reached out and wiped his follower's face, and the man's mouth disappeared.

Luke touched the lower half of his face again, and his henchman's mouth appeared on Luke's face.

However, the corners of his mouth, which were originally turned down, were now turned up high.

It's like encountering something particularly joyful.

He had just finished installing the stolen mouth when the gates of the old manor were opened.

Lucy appeared at the door with a blank expression, but unusually dressed in a navy blue wizard's robe.

"Good afternoon, Miss Lucy." Luke gave a simple bow and greeted Lucy with a smile.

"You've already completed the freezing spell?" Lucy's eyes flashed with surprise when she saw it was Luke, but she quickly suppressed her emotions.

Luke replied frankly, "Of course not. That was a magic circle designed by a fourth-tier wizard himself. I'm not that arrogant."

"Then what are you doing here?"

"Of course, Miss Lucy, please tell me how to make this ice-locking magic circle. As the child of the person who set the question, you should know what the correct answer is, right?"

Lucy gasped. Even if Luke had told her that the design of the magic circle was complete, she wouldn't have been this surprised.

However, she maintained her elegant persona as the young lady of the Star Gate, saying, "I don't have the answer here. I also hope you won't try to get the answer from me. My great-grandfather posed this question, perhaps there is an answer, perhaps there isn't. But his initial goal was to obtain a better solution from you, this group of excellent second-tier wizards."

Luke nonchalantly spread his hands. "But Miss Lucy, I prefer destruction and then repair; I'm really indifferent to freezing. How can you expect someone as unromantic as me to complete Lord Alec's exercises?"

Lucy was truly enraged this time. She clenched her fists so tightly they trembled slightly, just to keep herself from casting a spell on Luke.

"You were chosen by your great-grandfather. If you do this, you will disgrace him."

Luke stepped forward, walked to the bottom of the steps in front of the porch, and looked up at Lucy, who wasn't very tall but exuded a powerful aura.

"I know. That's why I came here privately. Just tell me the answer, and once I advance to the third rank, I'll have plenty of time to help the Speaker design a new sealing array for the eye of the storm. Anyway, you said you could ask outsiders for help."

"Isn't it perfectly normal for me to ask the question setter for help?"

Lucy's chest heaved involuntarily, and her beautiful eyes narrowed.

Just as Luke raised his hands to his ears and pressed them down twice, trying to calm Lucy down, he suddenly heard Lucy's murmur.

"The wrath of thunder shakes the world, the sword of law cuts down evil. I, Lucy Kinglight, beg you, Lord of Thunder, Alec, for your favor. Please unleash your power and drive away the rebellion before me with lightning!"

Luke was stunned. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Lucy clasp her hands together, and a meter-long lightning-shaped spear suddenly grew from between her palms.

Lucy's eyes were icy cold. Without giving Luke any more chance to speak, she used all her strength to hurl the lightning spear in her hand at Luke.

Luke seemed to be terrified, watching helplessly as the spear descended and pierced through his skull!

"You are not worthy... to be a candidate!"

Lucy said those words through gritted teeth.

Then, seemingly having exerted too much force, he began to tremble involuntarily.

Her gaze slowly shifted to her hands, as if she could hardly believe that she had just killed the candidate chosen by her great-grandfather in a fit of rage.

Before Lucy could recover from her confusion, she suddenly heard Luke's self-righteous and shameless voice again.

"Young Miss is really angry. It seems you were too naive to think that the Speaker's memory protection measures would protect you."

(End of this chapter)