Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 80 Poor Little West Germany

The words, thin as hair, were written slowly and intermittently on the black paper, and then fell silent after the last stroke was completed.

West Germany's soul no longer asked who Saul was.

No further questions were asked.

He disappeared.

All the white writing on the black paper gradually dried and disappeared, and the black paper itself, as if scorched by fire, gradually melted away, until nothing was left.

The diary flew back to Thor's left shoulder and quietly closed.

"Was the diary a family heirloom in West Germany? What kind of family ancestors could create such a precognitive tool as a diary?"

Given the diary's power, Saul is more inclined to believe that the West German family obtained it unintentionally. However, for various reasons, no one has been able to become its owner, so they still don't know the diary's true abilities.

But the West German family may be hiding the origins of the diary and other secrets, which we can explore in the future.

"However, we still need to consider the matter of West Germany's grandfather in detail. As far as I remember, West Germany had touched the diary before, but he was unable to activate it, so activating the diary will probably require other conditions."

Thor processed the information he had just acquired, then looked at his left hand.

"Let's leave the matter of the soul fragments for now. My left hand is... Spirit Essence? I feel like I've seen that word somewhere before. Yawn... Let me think..."

Saul yawned, then climbed onto the bed using both hands and feet, burying his head in the blankets.

He was so tired that he fell asleep before his thoughts could even drift away.

……

Thor opened his eyes before three o'clock in the afternoon.

Although he really wanted to sleep until noon the next day, Saul simply didn't have the courage to skip work.

While a corporate slave can still run away with a bucket, if you run away with a bucket in the Wizard Tower, the bucket might not contain your own head.

The second floor of the East Tower still looks familiar, but the people have changed.

Byron left the morgue yesterday.

As a third-level apprentice, he could no longer work in the morgue.

That would be a waste of the Wizard Tower's potential.

The tasks of a Level 3 apprentice are mainly outside the wizarding world, so in the future Byron will be like other Level 3 apprentices, spending long periods of time away from the wizarding tower.

Before leaving the morgue, Byron instructed Saul that if Kongsa came to ask Sid about what he was looking for, Saul should pin the blame on her.

It seems unlikely that Kongsa would be so foolish as to offend Byron and lose the secret relationship she had painstakingly established in the morgue for something whose background she didn't even know.

The person who took over Byron's job was an unfamiliar second-level apprentice. Seemingly following Byron's instructions, he nodded politely when he first met Saul.

Today's work was as exciting as ever.

Not everyone is willing to die obediently.

Saul patted a weeping female corpse to sleep before cutting off her ear with a knife.

The ear sprouted a pair of wings and tried desperately to fly away, but Thor eventually tied it up with a rope, put it in a small box, and made it stay put.

That night, Thor finally stopped having nightmares.

But it is located in a small town, a viscountry, separated from the Wizard Tower of Gorsa.

Some people will be unable to sleep tonight.

Since marrying her current businessman husband, Mrs. Hannah has been living the life of an aristocratic lady.

Especially since the businessman husband was often away from home, they each did their own thing and didn't interfere with each other.

The manor where the two now live was bought by the businessman husband from an old butler.

Because all the original owners are dead, the price of the manor has been driven down very low.

At first, Mrs. Hannah felt uncomfortable living in a house where someone had died, but after a few days, she found the manor to be quite nice!

Spacious and elegant, with front and back gardens, and comes with a full set of luxury furniture.

Living here gives you the feeling of becoming a noblewoman.

But in the evening, the garden in front of the manor suddenly collapsed, revealing a stone coffin underneath.

Mrs. Hannah quickly led her people over to handle the situation.

It's really upsetting to have other dead people buried in the house.

She wanted to move the stone coffin away and then extort some money from the old housekeeper who sold them the house.

While the stone coffin was being moved, the coffin lid accidentally slid open.

A servant, coveting the burial jewels that might be inside the stone coffin, opened it without permission.

But there was no treasure inside the stone coffin, only a withered, dried-up corpse.

Everyone was greatly disappointed and just wanted to find a place to throw the stone coffin away as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly, the dried corpse inside the stone coffin suddenly reached out and grabbed an old servant standing beside it, pulling him inside.

The old servant screamed and struggled, but he was no match for the strength of the dried corpse.

Suddenly, the charred, dried-out skin of the corpse seemed to come alive, peeling back layer by layer, stretching out, and turning into countless slender tentacles.

The tentacles enveloped the old servant completely, just like a giant python devouring a deer.

The people around immediately scattered in fright, but Mrs. Hannah did not move.

She was so frightened that her legs went weak, but no one came to help her up.

She tried to turn and run away, but her legs wouldn't obey her commands. She swayed and fell to the ground.

At that moment, an old, dark hand reached out to Mrs. Hannah, who was weeping uncontrollably.

"Which old servant is it?" Hannah asked, her hand trembling as she grasped the strong hand in front of her, wondering how much reward she should give the old servant after they escaped.

But when Mrs. Hannah stood up with the help of the force, a strange, old face appeared before her.

"Don't panic, madam. It was just an accident; after all, I haven't eaten in a long time."

The old man in front of me was hairless, dark-skinned, wrinkled, and emaciated.

Mrs. Hannah finally remembered who this person was.

Isn't this the corpse that was just in the coffin?

He's alive again, and he's even gained a little weight!

Mrs. Hannah knew she couldn't outrun her opponent, so she cried and begged for mercy.

The woman's cries irritated the old man; his face contorted with desire as he stared at her plump, white breasts.

"Owner."

At that moment, an equally aged voice caught the old man's attention.

He looked up and saw an elderly man with white hair dressed in a black butler's uniform, holding a set of clothes in his hand.

The old man laughed.

"Hant, I opened my eyes and saw so many strangers. I thought something had happened to you."

The butler, Hunter, calmly walked over, handed over the clothes, and helped his master restrain the struggling Hannah.

"Old Hunter? Old Hunter!" Mrs. Hannah recognized the butler who had sold the estate to them. "Please save me, please save me!"

Mrs. Hannah realized that the old man was surprisingly strong when Hunter tightly held her other arm.

But neither the terrifying old man nor the old butler paid any attention to her.

"I imagine that if Master were to wake up, he would be starving. These people are the snacks I have prepared for him," Hunter said with a respectful expression, uttering words of extreme cruelty.

The old man laughed, "Hahaha, you can eat all of that?"

"I've checked, there's no special background. Please enjoy, Master."

The old man was extremely satisfied. He snatched Mrs. Hannah, who was about to faint from fright, and held her up to his face.

He didn't open his mouth, but from his face to his lower abdomen, the charred skin split open from the middle, revealing the blood-red texture inside.

It bit off half of Hannah's body in one bite.

……

The old man, who had just been awakened from the stone coffin, spent some time enjoying a feast. Now the entire manor was silent. The old man had also returned from his original mummified state to the appearance of an ordinary, thin old man, but his skin was still dark, with some dark red, making him unbearable to look at.

The old man put on the robe handed to him by the butler, Hunter, and touched his bald head, which resembled a preserved egg.

"It seems my hair will take a few more days to grow back. I look ridiculous now, don't I?" the old man asked casually.

"Master, you are always so elegant." Butler Hunter remained respectful.

The two walked together into the manor.

"Master has finally woken up, but did he find the diary?"

"Something went wrong. It seems the diary was stolen, and Sid was killed when he tried to get it back."

"Ah, poor little master." Butler Hunter bowed his head again, but there was no trace of sorrow on his face.

"Yes, my poor grandson, he is my last blood relative."

This dark-skinned old man was none other than West Germany's grandfather, Ralph.

He is also the only surviving member of the Bloodthorn Clan.

The old man quickly cheered up again. "But Sid was useful. He found the diary before he died, which activated the mark I hid on him. His spirit will haunt the killer because of the mark. I just need to go and check it myself to find out who has the diary."

(End of this chapter)