Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 91 Let's Go Back

The gardener once said that the place where the Soul Eater's Claw was located was an abandoned laboratory, so it might be a creature that was cultivated or improved by wizards in the past.

Moreover, others had fallen down before Thor. Judging from the gardener's tone, no one had died there.

Then this Soul-Devouring Swamp shouldn't be the kind of creature with a strong aggressive nature.

Thor was willing to try the solution recommended by the Soul Eater's Claw for two reasons: first, he felt that this guy was sensitive to the soul and might have a natural intuition for spirit ester materials; second, he had no clue what to do at the moment.

Re-formulate and readjust.

Saul took out the alternative materials he found and replaced them with reagents made from seaweed dough.

Of course, before trying it out, he still had the diary check the goods first.

Thor was already very skilled at adjusting the potion, and he soon spotted the underwater whirlpool.

"It doesn't seem any different." Thor held up the test tube in one hand and picked up a pen in the other to continue recording the reaction.

"So next..." After the reagent had fully reacted, Thor took out a small piece of plastic bone that he had refined and slowly poured the new reagent onto it.

The plastic bone softened again, and Thor gently poked it with a glass stirring rod.

"It's softer." Thor finally noticed a slight difference in the result, "but the nature doesn't seem to have changed much."

Thor turned his head and found that the base of the black tentacle had somehow reappeared on the back of his neck, with the tip dangling near his cheek.

It would occasionally wander over to the diary, as if it could vaguely sense something; it would also occasionally wander among the materials on Saul's desk, almost getting tangled up.

"Come back," Thor said softly.

The black tentacles immediately retracted to the side of his cheek, surprisingly obedient and docile.

"The diary did not react to the softened plastic bone, so it seems that at this stage, it cannot be called a 'spiritual ester' yet."

Thor's left hand suddenly gained the diary's approval after absorbing a fragment of Sid's soul, and was given the less-than-pleasant name "Lingzhi".

"Perhaps what's missing is precisely that catalyst—a fragment of the soul..."

Thor wrote down all his guesses in his notebook.

"But where can we get soul fragments? The book mentions that ordinary people's souls dissipate very quickly. Normally, only the mental strength of a wizard's apprentice can form relatively stable mental fragments. And unless it is due to pollution or extremely strong mental fluctuations, it is difficult for ordinary people to keep their souls for a long time, so soul fragments are very rare."

Even while working in the morgue, Thor rarely encountered fragments of souls.

Even if they did, they would most likely be intercepted in the first or second morgue.

But he couldn't give up the raw materials for the plastic bone just for the sake of the soul fragments.

"Do we still have to pay to buy it?"

Thor is worried that his wallet is getting dwindling faster lately. Once he runs out of loot, will he be able to save money little by little with his monthly credit wages?

……

"Lord Tower Master, Ralph from the Bloodthorn Clan has come to visit you." A blond, blue-eyed male second-level apprentice, showing little emotion, stood at the entrance to the living room and bowed deeply to Gorsa, who was sitting inside.

This is the eighteenth floor of the Wizard Tower. Floors eighteen through twenty-one belong to the tower master, Gorsa.

The eighteenth floor has a large reception room, which is decorated in a magnificent manner.

Most of what kings and nobles pursued and loved could be found there.

But that place is only for ordinary guests.

Next to the main reception room, there is an inconspicuous small living room.

This is where the tower master usually meets with his mentors and apprentices.

The living room doesn't have the usual tables and chairs; instead, it's filled with sofas covered in soft cotton and thick plush carpets that cover the entire floor, so thick that you sink into them when you walk.

Several flower racks were built on the walls of the living room, and the flowers planted on them were the companion flowers that Saul had chosen.

At this moment, these accompanying flowers are swaying from side to side in unison, as if they are dancing, or as if they are stretching their necks and singing.

On the outer wall, there are two nearly floor-to-ceiling rectangular windows. The semi-transparent frosted glass makes the sunlight that shines in slightly dim.

The master of the entire wizard's tower, Gorsar, sat on the largest sofa in the living room. He was completely wrapped in a huge dark red cloak, with only a small part of his pink chin showing beneath the hood.

Opposite Gorsa stood a hunched old man with gray hair and a face full of wrinkles.

The old man was very respectful, but seemed somewhat listless.

It was Thor's apparent mentor, Katz.

The two were talking when they were interrupted by the apprentice who was in charge of delivering the message.

Gorsa turned to look at the apprentice. "The Bloodthorn Clan?"

The apprentice's back slumped even lower. "He comes from the family of Sid, a second-level apprentice in the tower."

After being reminded by his apprentice, Kaz remembered this.

"Ralph of Bloodthorn? Wasn't he dead? I remember his burial was rather hasty."

"Oh, I remember now," Gorsa said to Kaz with sudden interest. "The Bloodthorn family's flesh magic is quite interesting. It's a pity it's not in the same direction as our research, otherwise it wouldn't be bad to recruit him as a mentor."

Kaz chuckled awkwardly and whispered a reminder to Gorsa, "Master, Sid is the apprentice Thor killed. Sid is also Ralph's grandson."

"Oh, so what does Ralph want here?"

This was said to the messenger apprentice.

The apprentice remained bowing, and upon hearing the tower master's question, immediately replied, "Ralph wants to take away his grandson's body."

"Heh," Gorsa chuckled, "Ralph is also a wizard specializing in dark magic, how could he possibly think there would be any corpses left behind? Why don't we just pick up a bone from the ground and give it to him?"

Katz: "..."

"Just kidding." Seeing Kaz's expression, Gorsa knew what he was thinking. "The other party is, after all, a formal first-tier wizard. We can't be so rude."

Kaz felt that there were some things the Tower Master cared about that he also needed to pay attention to, so he took the initiative to say, "The other party may be trying to find the murderer."

That was the apprentice you initially took a liking to!

"That makes sense," Gorsa nodded.

Then, he suddenly disappeared.

Kaz gasped, the icy air seeping into his mouth through his teeth, making his teeth ache terribly.

I have a feeling that the tower owner won't do anything good!

Seeing that the messenger apprentice was still standing there, Kaz told him to step back.

He turned around and walked to a frosted window. He gently wiped it with his hand and saw the scene outside.

Up close, very clearly.

As expected, the Tower Master had already appeared before Ralph, who was waiting outside the tower.

……

Ralph had just disembarked from the carriage and was waiting.

He stood before the gates of the wizard's tower, dressed in a black nobleman's suit, his face filled with sorrow.

He didn't think he would see Gorsa easily.

The other party is, after all, a second-tier wizard with status and position. Even if he, a first-tier wizard with no background, has to wait for most of the day, it is possible.

But Ralph never expected that less than five minutes after he handed over the words, a figure would appear in front of him instantly.

Ralph had never met Gorza before, but he recognized him immediately.

In an instant!

As expected of a powerful second-tier wizard who ranks among the top in the entire wizarding world, Gorsa was able to slightly touch upon spatial magic that only fourth-tier wizards would study.

Ralph was consumed by jealousy and became even more determined to retrieve the Death Wizard's Diary!

He was certain that as long as he activated the diary, he would be able to use the knowledge in the diary to successfully advance to the fourth level!

At that time, neither Gorza nor his family will be able to lick Ralph's boots!

"I know why you came." Although Gorsa was completely hidden in his cloak, his tone remained gentle, as if he were gently advising you. "Now that you've joined the Wizard's Tower, even if you die, your body will still be my property. Go back."

Ralph knew things wouldn't go too smoothly, but he couldn't give up easily. Even if he could only find out the killer's identity, he would wait nearby for him to appear.

However, negotiations require a lot of back and forth, so Ralph first made an even more outrageous demand.

"I understand, sir. It is an honor for West Germany to contribute to your research. But I wish to personally kill the murderer, and for that I am willing to exchange my Bloodthorn family's knowledge of witchcraft with you."

"Hmm..." Gorsa pondered for a moment.

Is there a chance?

Ralph's downturned lips tightened little by little.

The next moment, Gorsa suddenly raised his hand, revealing his pink palm.

"Go back, do you hear me?"

Ralph immediately felt immensely humiliated, but he suppressed his anger and made himself appear more humble, "Lord Gorsa..."

A blinding white light suddenly burst forth from Gorsa's palm.

"That is..." Ralph barely had time to form this thought before he began to feel his whole body burning.

It doesn't hurt, but it's burning.

Hunter, the old butler who had been silently leading the horse behind Ralph, stared in disbelief as his master's body twisted and solidified instantly, as if touched by a flame, after the white light.

An old head fell with a thud onto a pair of straight human legs.

The three of them, in the end, rolled into a ball.

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(End of this chapter)