Chapter 91 Let’s Go Back

Chapter 91 Let’s Go Back

The gardener once said that the Soul-Eating Claw was located in an abandoned laboratory, so it might be a creature bred or improved by previous wizards.

Besides, there were people who fell down there before Thor. Judging from the gardener's tone, no one died down there.

Then this Soul-Devouring Demon Swamp should not be a very aggressive creature.

The reason why Thor was willing to try the plan recommended to him by the Soul Claw was, firstly, that he felt that this guy was sensitive to souls and might have a natural intuition about spirit ester materials; secondly, he had no idea at the moment anyway.

Re-format and readjust.

Thor took out the replaceable materials he had found and replaced them with the reagents rolled out of the seaweed balls.

Of course, before trying it, he asked Diary to inspect the goods first.

Thor was very skilled in debugging this potion, and he soon saw the underwater whirlpool.

"It seems there is no difference." Thor held the test tube in one hand and picked up a pen in the other to continue recording the reaction.

"So what's next..." After the reagent had reacted completely, Thor took out a small piece of plastic bone he had extracted and slowly poured the new reagent on it.

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

"It's softer." Thor finally found some differences in the results, "but the properties don't seem to have changed much."

Thor tilted his head and found that the base of the black tentacle was attached to the back of his neck again, and the tip was dangling beside his cheek.

From time to time, it would go to the diary and seem to be able to sense something vaguely; from time to time, it would shuttle between the materials on Thor's desk, and it was about to get tangled.

"Come back." Thor shouted softly.

The black tentacle immediately retracted to the side of his cheek, surprisingly obedient.

"The diary did not react to the softened plastic bone. It seems that at this stage, it cannot be called spirit ester."

After Thor's left hand absorbed Cid's soul fragments, it suddenly gained recognition from the diary and was given the not-so-nice name of Spirit Ester.

"Perhaps what is missing is the catalyst of soul fragments..."

Thor wrote down all his guesses in his notes.

"But where can we get soul fragments? The book mentioned that the souls of ordinary people dissipate very quickly. Normally, only the mental power of a wizard apprentice can form relatively stable mental fragments. And ordinary people find it difficult to keep their souls alive for a long time unless they are polluted or have extremely strong mental fluctuations, so soul fragments are also very rare."

Even working in the morgue, Thor rarely came across soul fragments.

Even if there is, it is likely that they will be intercepted in the first or second morgue.

But he couldn't give up the raw material of plastic bones for the soul fragments.

“Do I still have to spend money to buy it?”

His wallet has been shrinking faster and faster recently, and Thor is worried. After all the spoils are spent, will he still be able to save money bit by bit from his monthly credit salary?

…

"Tower Master, Ralph from the Bloodthorn Family is here to visit you." A blond, blue-eyed, male second-level apprentice with little emotion stood at the door of the living room and bowed deeply to Gorsa who was sitting inside.

This is the eighteenth floor of the Wizard Tower. The eighteenth to the twenty-first floors all belong to the tower master Gorsa alone.

There is a large reception room on the eighteenth floor, which is decorated magnificently.

Most of the things that kings and nobles pursued and loved could be found there.

But it is just a place to entertain ordinary guests.

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

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

There were no common tables and chairs in the living room, only sofas covered with soft cotton, and thick velvet carpets that sank into the floor when you walked on them.

There were several rows of flower stands built on the walls of the living room, and the flowers planted on them were the companion flowers that Sol had selected.

At this time, these companion flowers are swaying left and right in unison, as if they are dancing, or stretching their necks to sing.

There are two nearly floor-to-ceiling rectangular windows on the outer wall. The translucent frosted glass makes the sunlight that comes in look a little gray.

Gorza, the master of the entire wizard tower, sat on the largest sofa in the living room. He was wrapped in a huge dark red cloak, with only a little bit of his pink chin exposed under the hood.

Opposite Golsa stood a hunchbacked old man with gray hair and wrinkled face.

The old man was very respectful but seemed a little listless.

It was none other than Saul's ostensible mentor, Kaz.

The two were talking when they were interrupted by the apprentice who was responsible for delivering the message.

Gorza turned his head to look at the apprentice, "Bloodthorn Family?"

The apprentice's back sank a little more, "It's the family of the second-level apprentice Sid in the tower."

After the apprentice's reminder, Kaz remembered this.

"Ralph of Bloodthorn? Wasn't he dead? I remember he was buried in a hurry."

"Oh, I remember now." Gorza suddenly said to Kaz with interest, "The blood and flesh witchcraft of the Bloodthorn family is quite interesting. It's a pity that it's not in the right direction for our research, otherwise it would be nice to recruit him as a mentor."

Kaz smiled awkwardly and reminded Golza in a low voice, "Tower Master, Sid is the apprentice killed by Thor. Sid is also Ralph's grandson."

"Well, what does Ralph want to do here?"

These words were spoken to the messenger apprentice.

The apprentice still maintained his bowing posture. When he heard the tower master's question, he immediately answered: "Ralph wants to take away his grandson's body."

"Heh," Gorza chuckled, "Ralph is also a wizard who majors in dark attributes. How could he think there would be a corpse left behind? How about we just pick up a bone from the ground and give it to him?"

Kaz: “…”

"I'm just kidding." Seeing Kaz's expression, Gorza knew what he was thinking, "The other party is a formal first-level wizard after all. You can't be so rude."

Kaz felt that there were some things that the tower master cared about, and he had to pay attention to them, so he took the initiative to say, "The other party might be trying to find the murderer."

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"That makes sense." Gorza nodded.

Then, he suddenly disappeared.

Kaz took a deep breath, the cold air flowed through his teeth and made his teeth feel extremely sour.

I always feel that the tower master will not do anything good! Seeing that the messenger apprentice was still pouting, Kaz asked him to retreat first.

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

Up close, very clear.

As expected, the tower master had indeed appeared in front of Ralph who was waiting outside the tower.

…

Ralph had just gotten out of the carriage and was waiting.

He was wearing a black noble suit and standing in front of the gate of the wizard tower with a sad face.

He didn't think he would be able to meet Golsa easily.

After all, the other party is a second-level wizard with status and position, so it is possible for him, a first-level wizard with no background, to wait for most of the day.

But Ralph never expected that less than five minutes after he handed over the message, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

Ralph had never seen Gorza, but he recognized him immediately.

Flash in an instant!

As expected of a powerful second-level wizard who ranks among the best in the entire wizarding world, Gorza can even touch upon the space magic that only fourth-level wizards can study.

Ralph was going crazy with jealousy, and became more determined to get the Dead Wizard's Diary back!

He was sure 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, both Gorza and the family behind him would have to lick the soles of Ralph's shoes! "I know why you came here." Although Gorza was completely hidden in the cloak, his tone was still gentle, as if he was convincing you, "Since you have joined the Wizard Tower, even if you die, your body is mine. Go back."

Ralph knew that things would not go smoothly, but he would not give up easily. Even if he could find out the identity of the murderer, he could wait nearby for the other person to appear.

However, negotiations require some pulling, so Ralph first made a more excessive request.

"I understand, sir. It is an honor for Cid to contribute to your research. But I hope to kill the murderer with my own hands. To this end, I am willing to exchange the family witchcraft knowledge of Bloodthorn with you."

"Hmm..." Gorza hesitated for a moment.

Is there any hope?

The corners of Ralph's downturned mouth tightened little by little.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, Golsa suddenly raised his hand, revealing a pink palm.

"Go back, you hear me?"

Ralph immediately felt extremely humiliated, but he suppressed his anger and made himself look more humble, "Respected Lord Gorza..."

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

"That's..." Ralph only had time to think of this before he began to feel his whole body burning.

It doesn't hurt, but it burns.

Hunter, the old butler who had been silently leading the horse behind Ralph, was stunned to see his master's body twisted and clumped in an instant after the white light, like hair that had come into contact with a flame.

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

The three of them finally rolled into a ball.

Thank you for your reward

(End of this chapter)

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