Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 839 Soul-Stabilizing Needle Acquired

The little boy named Harry was clearly holding back, but when he saw Royer and Thor walk in, he forced a smile.

He clenched his teeth tightly, afraid that if he opened his mouth, it would turn into a groan.

Royer paid no attention to the little boy's pain, walked around the pool, and looked the boy up and down.

"Tsk, you've been living such a decadent life. You're going to soak in this potion pool for three more days."

Harry's lips twitched and his face turned bitter when he heard that he would have to soak for another three days. But thinking of the hard life he had lived on his fiefdom in the countryside and the huge drop from the clouds to the mud, he endured it.

The teenage boy was already quite opinionated, and with his mother's full support, he showed good patience.

Royer walked back to Thor's side, raised an eyebrow, and said, "How about it? Not bad, right?"

"That's right." Thor nodded. "Ambitious, with a conflict of interest, he'll actively cooperate with all your experiments."

Royer looked smug.

None of them mentioned one thing: even if one has the right mindset, it doesn't mean the bloodline fusion experiment will be successful.

The two left the steamy room and returned outside, where they saw Vanessa, who had greeted them in the foyer, preparing food in the dining room.

She seemed completely unconcerned about her suffering son, gazing lovingly at Royer.

Would you like to have a meal?

Saul did not stay for the meal; Vanessa prepared a formal court meal, which was small in portion, involved many etiquette steps, and had a complicated process.

He didn't have time to waste on food.

Now at Tier 3 and practically inhuman, Thor can replenish his energy without food.

Royer stayed at the manor, presumably to enjoy the feast and then the women.

He was particularly fond of enjoying women of all races and ethnicities.

It's one of his ways of relieving stress.

It's just that Royer probably wouldn't tear off someone's arm while enjoying Vanessa.

After all, she's still useful.

Thor returned to the palace alone in a carriage.

When they arrived at their temporary lodgings, they saw the same servants again.

Thor was not surprised at all; it must have been Sand who, after finding out that he had been taken to Vanessa by Royer, had his servants wait here.

"Let's go."

Upon seeing Sander and entering his only living room, Sander's gloomy expression vanished instantly.

"Lord Thor, Midor's condition has been adjusted as you previously instructed," he said eagerly.

Saul has already reached an agreement with Sander and will not back out at this time.

"Alright, Midor, continue to rest. I've prepared some medicine to temporarily boost your mental strength, so that Midor's condition won't affect you."

Sander was about to thank Saul when he suddenly remembered something and said worriedly, "But if I take the drug, won't it expose our plan and draw the attention of the tribunal?"

Thor laughed. "What are you afraid they'll notice? It's common knowledge that you and I are old acquaintances. Besides, you have to have your blood drawn every week to provide nutrients to the Red Sea Tree, so it's normal for me to help you repair your body."

Although he knew Saul had a point, this was the first time Sand had privately plotted against the behemoth that was the Tribunal. If he hadn't been truly desperate, how could a mere puppet dare to make such a decision?

But the thought of being ignored by the Black Flame Emperor and treated as a decoration by everyone in the palace today only fueled his determination to rebel, even though he could endure it.

After speaking of Midor, Sander suddenly opened his palm, and in his palm was a small golden thorn.

Thor took the thorn, rubbed off the gold paint in his hand, revealing its original deep blue, almost black, color.

"Is this the Soul-Stabilizing Needle?"

Thor looked down and noticed that the surface of the dark blue thorns, which resembled embroidery needles, seemed to be covered with patterns.

But no matter how carefully Thor examined it, he couldn't really see the patterns clearly.

"Could it be a hidden, miniature witchcraft array?"

Magical arrays are categorized into normal, giant, and miniature types.

Giant magic arrays are like long-distance teleportation arrays, while miniature magic arrays are usually inscribed on magic items.

But the Soul-Stabilizing Needle that now appears in Thor's hand has a magic circle engraved on it that is smaller than the smallest magic circle Thor has ever seen.

Moreover, countless magical arrays were layered one on top of another, making it impossible to discern which runes made up the arrays.

This also uses the most sophisticated methods to prevent others from brute-force cracking the formula.

A Soul-Stabilizing Needle can only be used once, but if the formula for the sorcery array on it can be deciphered... wouldn't it be possible to create more Soul-Stabilizing Needles?

Of course, Thor believed that the materials used to make this Soul-Stabilizing Needle must have been rare. He wondered if they were still available.

Now was not the time to examine it closely; Thor simply pressed the small, dark blue spike into his left middle finger.

Now, he has an anchor point for the Eye of the Abyss hidden at the tip of his left index finger.

A soul-stabilizing needle is hidden at the tip of the middle finger.

Although it's unknown whether the Soul-Stabilizing Needle can save a soul corrupted by the Anchor Point, Thor feels more at ease having two opposing items together.

"I'm going back now. You need to watch your behavior from now on."

Sander nodded seriously, "I understand. I am a discontented emperor, but not a desperate one."

On the surface, Saul and Sander are on good terms, so Sander doesn't have to worry about being secretly executed after being dethroned by others.

His normal ending would have been the same as his stepmother and younger brother, confined to some inconspicuous little village to live out the rest of his life.

So Sander might express his dissatisfaction and cause trouble, but he won't actually overturn the table.

Having obtained the Soul-Stabilizing Needle promised by Sander, Thor's plan is about to officially begin.

Upon returning to his temporary lodgings, Saul shut himself in and refused to see anyone.

He took out the Soul-Stabilizing Needle and used a rubbing technique to meticulously replicate the magical array patterns on it onto a metal plaque less than one millimeter thick. He then resealed the Soul-Stabilizing Needle, intending to study only the metal plaque.

Although ancient witchcraft tools all have the function of concealing themselves from outsiders, it is still better to take out the Soul-Stabilizing Needle itself as little as possible, just in case.

There's no rush to study the magic array on the Soul-Stabilizing Needle. Thor just stares at the nameplate for half an hour every day to deepen his impression and understanding of it.

All remaining energy was devoted to creating the third goal.

As he calculated the formula, he pulled a black twig from his sleeve and twirled it between his right fingertips.

It's reminiscent of the pen-spinning skills I had in my high school days.

The black branches flew up, down, left, and right like afterimages.

After an unknown amount of time, a faint voice, which only Thor himself could hear, rang out.

"Lord Thor, stop spinning me, I'm going to throw up..."

(End of this chapter)