Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 786 We meet again, brother.

Nero was surprised that Nathan's request for reinforcements actually included his mentor, Thor.

But Thor is only a first-level instructor. So what if he recently took a position at the Practice Institute?

Palin Wizard is also a high-ranking member of the Academy, so he wouldn't care about a talented newcomer.

"Master Thor, the Wizard of Palin might not listen to our pleas." Nero respected Thor and didn't want him to take any risks, especially for an ordinary person.

Nathan, who had come with Thor, stepped forward and pulled Nero away. "Teacher Thor isn't here to plead for mercy."

Nero looked at Nathan with a puzzled expression.

Since becoming a full wizard, Nathan has never been to the Great Hall.

Nero was surprised that he was so close to his mentor, Thor; it seemed their friendship went beyond just classroom interactions.

"You two wait here." Thor didn't explain anything to Nero. He looked up at the small building with white walls and gray tiles in front of him, his gaze sweeping over the gray-green moss winding along the walls, lost in thought.

Nero wasn't stupid either. Judging from Nathan's reaction and Thor's demeanor, Thor's mentor didn't seem to be as simple as he appeared.

He had just successfully advanced to the first tier of formal wizard, but Thor still seemed unfathomable.

Perhaps Thor's mentor... is more than one level?

Saul told the two men to wait for him outside, while he stepped into the house.

The exterior of the house features a very subtle defensive and early warning array, created using the patterns of plants and the house itself.

However, these magic arrays can only withstand wizards below the second rank, and they have little effect on Thor.

He has several ways to get in without alerting the people inside.

However, for Mina's safety, Thor chose the most discreet method.

He raised his hand, and a silver butterfly fluttered out from his fingertip.

The butterfly started out as small as a grain of rice, but gradually grew larger until it was the size of an adult's palm.

It flapped its wings silently and disappeared into the brick and tile house without making a sound.

The two newly appointed wizards beside him stared blankly at the empty space between Thor and the house.

They seemed to have just seen something, yet also seemed to have noticed nothing at all, in a daze, as if they had just taken a nap in the middle of the night.

In a dark room.

A wizard with gray hair, a messy beard, and rough skin as if burned was standing in front of a laboratory table splattered with blood.

The little girl he brought home today was lying on the lab table.

The little girl was under a curse; she was powerless and her limbs were outstretched.

But she was still conscious.

Despite the dim room, the dim candlelight, and the terrifying old man before her, she showed no fear or apprehension.

This pleased Parsons greatly, though he was unsure whether the little girl before him was a natural psychic.

Those born with psychic abilities can see spirits and illusions that are invisible to ordinary people without needing to learn witchcraft.

They have lived in a terrifying and gloomy world since childhood.

What is a delicious roast goose in the eyes of ordinary people is, in the eyes of a naturally gifted psychic, a filthy, mangled limb oozing thick sap.

The pink and white petals fluttering in the air might be lips that are wide open but unable to make a sound.

The clean, sun-drenched streets of the city can also turn into a terrifying hell where giant worms crawl by from time to time.

Naturally gifted psychics live in constant fear, yet this fear cannot truly harm them. Over time, their fear gradually turns into numbness, eventually transforming them into emotionless monsters.

But the little girl that Palin found this time was a little different.

She didn't possess the numbness often associated with naturally gifted psychics. Instead, she seemed like an overly calm little girl.

If it weren't for Palin's own strong mental talent, a quick glance from others would never have noticed the little girl's special abilities.

Although Palin noticed the little girl's unusual features, he couldn't immediately confirm that she was a natural psychic. So, to confirm his guess, he conducted a very direct experiment.

He took the little girl's forehead off.

Make an incision one centimeter above the eyebrow, then remove the upper half of the head, revealing the pinkish-white, slightly trembling brain tissue.

Because of the magic, the little girl felt no pain; her eyes continued to move. There was no fear in her eyes, only curiosity and confusion.

She would occasionally try to roll her eyes upwards, as if trying to see the wound on her head more clearly.

Or perhaps, in the vision of this natural psychic, something was already slowly crawling out from the wound on her head.

All of this looks so terrifying.

Although the exterior of this house follows Sky City's consistent style, with its exquisite and beautiful decorations, its interior can never change the coldness and cruelty of its owner.

Perhaps thinking that kidnapping a third-level wizard apprentice's relative was no big deal, the dignified second-level wizard Palin made no attempt to conceal his intentions.

He wasn't afraid that the little girl's father would come back and seek revenge.

If the other party is truly so ungrateful, then let him become a corpse to feed the Whispering Flower.

Looking at the little girl's brain tissue, Palin found a satisfactory answer.

"As expected of a natural psychic, yet it hasn't developed any magic power at all; it's the freshest fruit."

Palin has begun to think about how to turn the little girl into a potion to enhance his spiritual body.

The half-skull in his hand was still dripping blood. Palin casually tossed the now useless bone into a large water vat by the wall.

"Splash!"

"Crash—Bang!"

The skull fell into the water, splashing up a small spray.

But then, the shadow hidden underwater suddenly emerged and pounced on the bone that had fallen into the water tank, like a ferocious dog that hadn't eaten for three days, splashing out even bigger waves.

The water tank was very deep and large. The waves it stirred up crashed against the glass, but eventually slid off helplessly.

After devouring the blood-stained skull, the creature in the tank gradually sank down, lurking in the shadows at the bottom of the water, and disappeared.

"Should we make it into a potion for direct consumption, or should we first turn it into a witchcraft tool?" After confirming the little girl's identity, Palin hesitated.

Making it into a potion would provide a one-time boost to mental strength, but if the absorption efficiency is low, it could result in waste.

Making them into witchcraft props, such as flesh and blood hats, can be used for a long time, but the speed is a bit slow, and spiritual power can only be improved through accumulation over time.

This method is more efficient, but in Sky City where high-level wizards are everywhere, there is also the risk of being robbed.

"Especially those old guys at the Practical Research Institute, they can use the guise of research reference to issue IOUs for a hundred years!" Thinking of his past experiences, Palin still angrily made up his mind, "I'll just turn it into a potion. Although the utilization rate will be a bit low, at least only I can use it!"

After saying that, he turned around and went to the cabinet behind him to get the reagents.

However, when he turned around again, he was astonished to find that a young man had silently appeared next to the little girl.

The man looked down at the little girl.

The little girl also tried to open her eyes wide to look at the man, and then gave him a sweet smile.

"We meet again, brother."

(End of this chapter)