Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 92 Whoever's trouble it is, should solve it.

Gorsa turned to the old butler and asked softly, as if afraid of startling him, "Is your master's coffin still there?"

Hunter felt he might have forgotten what fear was; faced with such a gentle voice, he could only respond with his instincts.

"Yes, sir."

Gorsa nodded. "Then I'll trouble you to take him back."

"Yes, sir."

The next second, Gorsa's figure disappeared again.

Hunter walked forward numbly, put his arms around the former owner's head and legs, and silently put them back into the carriage.

"Master, let's go home."

Gorsa easily saw the visitor off and returned to the living room the next second.

He slumped back on the sofa, letting out a soft, comfortable sigh.

It looks like you just did some strenuous exercise.

When Katz saw that Ralf only had three small pieces left, he returned to his original position.

"Ha, Kaz, how about it? You haven't forgotten all my light-attribute magic, have you?"

Kaz bowed his head respectfully.

"No matter what attribute you specialize in, you are just as powerful."

Gorsa nodded in satisfaction.

"But why did you let Ralph go?" Katz asked, puzzled.

Why hold back when killing someone?

"I put him back in his coffin. He won't recover in four or five years."

Gorza's explanation was weak, but Kaz could only nod in agreement.

He didn't understand at all.

Could it be that the Tower Master refrained from killing the Bloodthorn Clan because he was wary of the Blood Rose Clan, to which the Bloodthorn Clan originally belonged? But that was a long time ago, wasn't it?

At this moment, Kaz heard the Tower Master say, "By the way, tell Thor the location of the Bloodthorn Clan in three years and have him go there."

"Well?"

"He got himself into trouble, so he has to deal with it himself. If he doesn't become a second-level apprentice in three years, let him die out there!"

"Understood. Shall I head back now?"

Gorsa nodded, then leaned back on the sofa without saying a word or moving.

At this moment, he was like a cloak.

It was neatly spread out on the sofa.

Katz left the living room and quietly closed the door.

Then, the corner of his mouth twitched.

"Does the Tower Master want Thor to go to the Bloodthorn Clan to train him, or to expose him to flesh magic? Does the Tower Master truly want Thor to participate in our experiments? And how many more years will we have to wait..."

Kaz shook his head, put his hands behind his back, and left.

The butler, Hunter, was a very good driver. Even at high speeds, his master's round head remained firmly seated on the cushions.

When passing through towns, the old steward did not stop the carriage to find a place to rest, but instead made the carriage keep running at a fast speed.

It was as if if he were even a little slower, he would follow in his master's footsteps.

The carriage didn't stop until the stars appeared overhead, nestled in a mountain valley.

The old steward's facial muscles suddenly twitched, and he seemed to come alive as he scrambled into the carriage.

"Master, Master!"

He lifted Ralph's head and poured a can of pre-prepared blood plasma on it.

Blood flowed down Ralph's face and into his mouth, as if guided by an invisible force.

Ralph's unseeing gray eyes suddenly twitched.

Then the mouth recovered slightly.

"Quick, I want to eat meat!"

Ralph cried out weakly.

The old butler quickly brought Ralph's leg over.

Ralph didn't care that it was his own body; suddenly, red flesh stretched out from his charred neck and wrapped around his legs.

Then came the sound of chewing.

"Not enough, not enough!" The neck was eating, and the mouth wasn't idle either.

Without hesitation, the old butler pulled a long knife from under the carriage seat, chopped off his own left arm with a single stroke, and, enduring the excruciating pain, presented it to Ralph's neck.

Ralph accepted all comers and then devoured the old butler's arm.

"Not enough, it's still a bit short!"

The old butler immediately swung his knife and cut off the right leg at the root, then used the tip of the knife to lift it next to Ralph.

He could no longer sit still and collapsed in the carriage, gasping for breath.

Just as he was contemplating whether to let his master devour him, Ralph finally felt satisfied.

Or rather, it was temporarily satisfied.

He stuck out his tongue, which was several meters long, and licked the old butler's arm and thigh.

The old butler's severed limbs healed immediately, but new hands and feet did not grow back.

"Let's go back to the manor first. I need to recuperate for a few years." Ralph's neck had grown a bit, and he wearily turned his head and slumped onto the cushion.

"Yes, Master." The old butler used one hand to prop himself up, then wrapped his feet around the frame to secure himself, and continued driving back.

If any passerby saw the old steward driving the carriage that night, they would probably be scared half to death.

Ralph's curses echoed from inside the carriage.

"Gorza, you madman! You murderer! You dictator! I curse you to be betrayed by everyone and to be devoured alive!"

Even his curses were kept very low in Ralph's voice, as if afraid they would be heard outside the carriage.

Hunter knew that his master was truly afraid this time.

After a while, Ralph, having vented his anger, said to Hunter, "I probably won't recover for at least four or five years. Be careful during this time, and don't let anyone know I'm still alive."

"Understood, Master," the old butler replied.

Ralph then closed his eyes, preparing to rest.

His butler never disappointed him.

"Wait for me, wait for me to recover, wait for me to find the diary... I will never let them get away with this!"

………………

Neither Gorsa nor Katz kept a close eye on Thor's learning progress.

They seemed absolutely certain that Thor would become a second-level apprentice within three years.

Thor, completely unaware of the situation, managed to raise his magic power to 45 Joules through his own perseverance two years later.

At the same time, he had already analyzed the construction rules of a first-order sorcery, and he could advance to the next level on the spot if he wanted to.

However, Senior Byron suggested that he try to raise his magic power to 50 joules before learning first-tier sorcery.

Thor decided to heed the advice of those who had been there before, and thus kept himself from practicing first-tier sorcery.

Increasing the magic power from 14 joules to 45 joules was not as smooth as Thor had imagined.

Even recalling it brings back painful memories mixed with heartache and tears.

The progress of increasing magic power always gets stuck at a certain value from time to time, and cannot be increased further through meditation.

He asked around, and others had experienced the same thing, but few were as prone to getting stuck every few steps as Saul.

What's even more infuriating is that Keli has never had a glitch!

Moreover, she successfully advanced to the second-level apprenticeship three months ago.

That day, she couldn't wait to run up to Saul and show off, and kindly told him that she had already chosen one of two consecutive empty rooms on the 12th floor, waiting for Saul to be promoted so that he could continue to live next door to her.

Even though he hasn't reached level two yet, Thor has done a lot of useful work in the past two years and has reaped many rewards.

With Xiaozao's help and the diary's support, he successfully optimized the plastic bone, updated his left hand, and smoothly modified his right hand using the optimization plan.

Yes, after confirming that the solution would not affect the dexterity of his hands, Thor did not hesitate to melt his right hand as well!

Now both of his hands are light gray, smooth and delicate, somewhat transparent, and the white bones inside are faintly visible.

Moreover, his sculpting and shaping skills have improved a lot. The newly modified hands look like plaster sculptures in an art studio, and they are quite beautiful.

Besides granting Thor two significant boosts to his magic, these hands also unlocked a new ability—spiritual ester control—after Thor incorporated soul fragments into them.

This ability allows Thor to cast level 0 dark attribute spells with almost no need to adjust his mental energy. Casting is quick and simple, as natural as waving a hand.

Not only that, this time Thor also went to great lengths to solve the problem of his hands being susceptible to electric shocks. He drew a set of symmetrical, interacting magical runes on the bones of his hands to resist the electric field.

With this, if he puts on a pair of insulated gloves on the outside, he basically won't have any problem with being afraid of electric shock!

(End of this chapter)