Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 718 The Wizard Jonah

Thor flew low, weaving through the ruins, searching for any other suspicious items.

"It's still a little ahead."

Penny is giving the instructions.

"It's over there, it should be in that building."

Finally, Thor stopped on the roof of a three-story building and looked at a similar building across the street.

This is the inner city of Archaeological Park. Unlike the northwest, which is full of high-rise buildings, this area is mostly composed of low-rise but exquisite small buildings.

This place used to be the residence of wizards and their apprentices, as well as some ordinary people of high status and power.

The buildings here aren't that tall, nor are they as badly damaged as those in high-rise areas.

Most of the buildings did not collapse, but the windows and doors were mostly damaged.

The eaves and the inside of the room were also covered with a thick layer of dust.

Everywhere you look, it's empty and deserted, with no one in sight.

But at that moment, a dark shadow was wriggling in the room opposite Thor.

The dark figure appeared to be a person, wearing a dusty and tattered cloak, seemingly bending over and groping for something.

Saul didn't approach immediately, but observed his movements from a distance of one street.

"What do you think he's looking for?" Saul asked his two companions who were inside the diary.

"Food?" Herman asked.

"It doesn't seem like it," Penny retorted immediately. "Look at the place he found; it's not a normal place for people to put food."

Thor also discovered it.

The dark figure in the house across the street didn't seem to be looking for food, props, or property.

He was just carefully feeling around on the ground.

It was as if something might exist on the ground.

"The dust on the ground opposite him looked like it hadn't been stepped on for a long time. It must have been his first time entering that room."

While Thor and his companions were observing, the person opposite them did not notice their presence. He simply turned around unintentionally, allowing Thor to see his face.

"Hmm?" Thor raised his eyebrows.

"Wow!" Penny exclaimed, but there was no fear in her voice; rather, it was more playful.

"Brother Thor, this person has no shame!"

"Penny, to be precise, he has no facial features. But I happen to know this person."

"Brother Thor, you're amazing! Even in this state, you still recognize me?"

Thor leaped off the roof and squeezed through the window of the opposite room.

He then chose a less dirty place to settle down.

"The Wizard Jonah," Thor called out the name of the crawling man on the ground.

Jonah, one of the original instructors at Bydon Academy, majored in dark magic.

Because he usually stayed in the lab with his apprentices, Thor's only impression of him was that he cared a lot about his credits.

It can turn into a shrug in a second.

I never expected that when I saw him again, he would have become such a disheveled figure.

As he got closer, Thor saw that even his cloaked body was mutilated.

Only the first joint of each finger remained on the palm; the wound was uneven and appeared to be a corrosive injury.

Judging from the outline of his clothes, his lower leg was also only half there.

Of course, these injuries are nothing to a first-tier wizard.

What truly made him look incredibly pathetic was the strange appearance on his face.

A face without eyes, mouth, or nose, only ears and hair remain.

The area where his facial features were missing was not smooth and round like a braised egg, but rather uneven, just like his fingers.

From his chin to just above his forehead, he looked terrifying.

"Wow!" Penny exclaimed again, "I can already imagine how he got hurt."

"He must have been caught by something around his waist and then dropped into some corrosive solution. Like dipping a piece of bread into tomato soup."

"Just talk, don't bring food," Thor complained.

Nightmare butterflies don't need to eat, but they're ruthless when it comes to destroying food.

Even at this point, the wizard Jonah on the other side ignored Thor and continued to grope around on the ground.

By this time, he had crawled from the dining room to under the dining table in the living room. As he crawled forward, he knocked over a chair, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Herman transformed into a streak of silver light, leaped forward, and then quickly returned.

He replied to Saul, "No, the ear is just for show; it's rotten inside."

Thor frowned, puzzled, and asked, "Who would be so ruthless? And so incredibly bored?"

If you hate someone, just kill them.

If you're still not satisfied, you can torture them a bit before killing them.

But if you put someone in this state and then let them wander, they might encounter some opportunity to turn their life around.

After searching the area for a long time, Thor was certain that there was absolutely no other living person in the area.

He stepped forward and patted Jonah on the shoulder.

The latter immediately jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, facing Thor and arching his back like a wild beast.

"We've finally run into a living person, how are we supposed to communicate like this?!"

Even if Jonah still retained some rationality, he was already under extreme mental stress.

They probably wouldn't bother to understand what Thor meant at all.

Most forms of communication magic require the use of multiple organs, such as the eyes and ears, when both the spell and the receiving are performed.

Unfortunately, there were no people on the other side.

"Should I have Penny find someone else? Then I can use this time to communicate with that person."

But just as he was thinking of this, Thor changed his mind again.

"Wait, since it's so difficult to communicate with Jonah in reality, why don't I try communicating with him in my dreams!"

Unless someone is born without all five senses, they should reminisce about their healthy life in their dreams.

Penny chuckled and naturally cooperated.

A butterfly, crafted from silver threads, gracefully flew out from between Thor's eyebrows.

Thor slowly closed his eyes.

A silver butterfly landed on his back, curled up suddenly, and then stretched out again in the next second.

The silver butterfly wings expanded in an instant into giant butterfly wings that were nearly two meters long.

The wings flapped gently once.

The dark world Thor saw after closing his eyes immediately transformed into a world of colorful cubes.

These rectangular blocks are like building blocks, square and with clearly defined edges.

However, their numbers are so great that when they fall from the sky, it's like a torrential downpour.

These rectangular blocks, like building blocks, fall to the ground and automatically assemble into the original appearance of the world.

Gradually, the cubes became smaller and smaller, but the objects they formed became clearer and more detailed, and eventually, the world took on a new appearance.

Thor felt as if he had instantly entered a comfortable bedroom.

One wall of the bedroom was lined with cabinets filled with all sorts of witchcraft books.

The other wall of the bedroom was filled with bottles and jars.

Clearly, this is another issue that involves only visiting from home.

Meanwhile, Jonah, the wizard mentor who once had crooked eyes and a crooked mouth, stood in front of his experimental table, holding a small wooden box, rummaging through it.

"Hello, Wizard Jonah," Thor greeted again.

Jonah was startled and turned around abruptly, revealing a face with only one eye remaining.

Penny was somewhat disappointed. "That's it? I'm not going to be afraid of this face!"

One chapter today.

(End of this chapter)