Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 81 I'm sorry, I already know how.

"Will Wizard Gorsa allow you to enter the Wizard's Tower?" the butler asked with some concern.

"Our Bloodthorn family lost its only descendant. Am I not even allowed to visit him?" Ralph's expression turned grim when Gorza was mentioned. "Of all the people Sid's father could have sold the book to, he had to sell it to the Wizard Tower. Gorza has been a Tier 2 for a long time now, and his background is beyond my reach."

But blaming a dead person now won't help.

"Regardless, let's first find out who has the diary. Anyway, even if someone who doesn't know how gets their hands on it temporarily, they won't be able to see its contents." Ralph narrowed his eyes. "Now that I'm free of ties, and my grandson died at the hands of the diary's owner, my connection to the diary is deep enough. Once I get it back, I'll definitely be able to see its contents!"

Ralph's expression was somewhat distorted, a mixture of laughter and tears. "If I successfully decipher the diary, I can become a fourth-tier... a fourth-tier archmage, just like my ancestors!"

The butler simply lowered his head and remained silent.

His master's original plan was to have the butler intervene when Little Sid got the diary and, unable to use it, returned to the manor to consult the ancient books.

But now the plan has changed. The young master has been killed, and the diary has fallen into someone else's hands. The master has no choice but to take action himself.

The butler didn't understand what the diary was for, but he knew that his master had spent most of his life on it and had killed all his blood relatives.

That was what the master had pursued all his life, and the butler could only support him unconditionally.

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Today's class on the knowledge of everything has brought together many students again, including newcomers who haven't been seen for a long time, either to slack off or to study other subjects on their own.

When Saul reappeared in the public classroom, many people, including the most senior first-class apprentices, were secretly observing him.

If the blatant intimidation and threats from a senior student had led almost everyone to be pessimistic about Thor's future, then his status as the top scorer in the test, coupled with the invitation personally extended by Luo Kai, the president of the mutual aid association, forced everyone to re-evaluate Thor.

Sol ignored the burning gazes and stared blankly into the classroom.

He spotted Keli sitting in the back row and slowly walked over, carrying his backpack.

Claire was sitting on the outermost edge of the second-to-last row. When she saw Thor, she moved her bottom a spot further in.

"How many level 0 spells do you know?" Before Thor could even sit down, Claire whispered a question.

"Anyway, I have more than you." Thor sat down without any hesitation.

Keli felt incredibly hurt, yet she had no choice but to believe it.

After all, she was able to learn three zero-order coordinates thanks to the coordinate method that Thor taught her.

The more I think about it, the more I realize how amazing that coordinate method is. Was she giving too little information?

But Keli didn't intend to pay more.

The first section on basic knowledge of everything went by quickly, and Thor was cramming on common sense.

The second session was a meditation class.

Surprisingly, Monica, the instructor who had only attended the first class and then disappeared, reappeared in the meditation class.

She was still holding the lizard that had been helping her remove the charred skin, and she walked to the center of the classroom wearing a long silk dress that accentuated her figure.

Many apprentices immediately moved forward from the corners far from the center.

Such opportunities to receive personal instruction from a mentor are rare.

Everyone hopes to be lucky enough to receive one-on-one guidance from Monica.

Monica loosened the leash, letting her little lizard crawl freely, while she stood in the center, one hand casually resting on her waist, making her waist appear even more slender.

"Three months have passed. I think anyone who has put even a little effort into meditation has already successfully increased their magical power through meditation, right?"

Monica looked around; everyone was sitting on cushions, looking up at her.

"So now, is there anyone with a magic power level of 20 joules or higher?"

In the entire classroom, only Ke Li raised her hand with a blank expression.

"Oh, that's alright." Monica nodded to Claire. "So, what about 15 joules?"

Several more people raised their hands in the classroom.

Thor sat silently beside Claire. His magic power only increased by 1 joule, now totaling 14 joules.

Monica waited a while longer, and after confirming that only these few people met her requirements, she sighed.

"Now that you've gone through the first test, you should understand what kind of life you'll face next. No one in the Wizard Tower will ever urge you to study, but falling behind will have consequences."

Thor noticed that all the apprentices' expressions had become much more serious, and even Claire couldn't help but bite her lip.

What happened after he was taken away by his mentor Kaz yesterday?

"Although Anze's test of you based on the number of spells you have mastered is a bit harsh, only apprentices who have mastered a certain amount of spells can become useful apprentices to the Wizard Tower."

Monica lifted her foot, left the center, and slowly walked through the classroom.

Every apprentice felt immense pressure as she passed by.

It was like the calm before a storm.

"I want you to understand that the Wizarding Tower is not a wizarding academy. You will have to pay an equal price to acquire knowledge. If you are not competent in any of the work within the tower and cannot contribute to it, you will ultimately have to repay the Wizarding Tower's nurturing by sacrificing yourselves."

Hearing this, Thor realized something: "Gorsa Wizarding Tower isn't an academy, it's a company. Our periodic tests aren't monthly exams, they're more like...performance evaluations?"

Just then, Monica stopped right next to Thor and Claire.

She suddenly pointed at Claire, "Since you have the highest magic power, let me see how you meditate."

Following instructions, Keli opened the meditation book, placed the crystal ball, closed her eyes slightly, and looked serene.

Despite being watched by Monica, she quickly became engrossed in the moment.

Monica watched for a while, nodded, and told Claire to stop.

"What's your name?"

"Claire, Monica's mentor."

"Keli's meditation is very standard, and she can quickly eliminate external distractions and enter a completely immersive meditation."

Monica made a few comments and then naturally turned to look at Saul.

"Then Thor, why don't you meditate for a bit and let me see?" She called out Thor's name accurately.

"Yes." Thor had a good impression of Monica because she had hinted at what his true strength was in elemental perception.

Thor began meditating skillfully, his immersion no slower than Claire's.

However, the next second, Monica suddenly took away Saul's meditation book.

Thor was jolted awake from his reverie and looked up at Monica, somewhat bewildered.

Monica held Thor's book between two fingers, swaying it gently in the air, a playful smile on her lips.

"Using a crystal ball and a meditation book is just the most basic form of fully immersive meditation. But often we need to meditate in emergency situations, where we don't have the means to take out a meditation book and a crystal ball for fully immersive meditation. We can only rely on our own mental strength to enter a semi-immersive meditation."

Monica looked down at Thor and smiled. "Thor, why don't you try meditating without a meditation book and a crystal ball?"

Thor: "Uh..."

Under Monica's clearly teasing gaze, Saul put on a "one-and-a-half-second immersion" performance.

The speed and efficiency were so great that Monica, who had been expecting him to be flustered, couldn't help but twitch her lips.

When Thor snapped out of his brief, semi-immersive meditation, Monica's smile faded, and she looked at him with a complicated expression.

"Mentor Monica?"

Monica said nothing, turned around and walked back to the center of the classroom. Two arcs of electricity suddenly exploded, charring her arm and left cheek.

On the contrary, her clothes were undamaged, which must have been some kind of special prop.

"Alright," Monica said, finally calming herself down as she walked to the middle of the classroom. "See? It's very simple. Just do it like Thor. Now, everyone, try meditating."

The apprentices: "..."

Claire turned her head and quickly said to Thor, "She's angry."

Thor also sensed that Monica seemed a little unhappy, but why?

Is it because he was self-taught?

(End of this chapter)