Diary of a Dead Wizard-Chapter 138: Is He Lying?

"Hehehehe..." The wraith lowered its head, chuckling as it bared its teeth at the trembling Wright, "Do you think I’m a fool?"

Saul, hidden in the mental body, actually felt a sense of agreement with the wraith’s words.

"Is Senior Byron lying to the wraith? But how could the wraith believe something like that? Or is Senior Byron just stalling for time?"

Wright was pinned beneath the wraith’s foot, helplessly looking up at Byron, silently praying that the wraith was indeed a fool.

In any case, none of the living, dead, or half-dead in the room believed what Byron said.

Perhaps it was because only Byron’s illusion was present, and he appeared so calm.

"I know you think I'm deceiving you, but I hope you'll give me a few moments. There's a reason I'm here. Your family, the Kema family, is in a marital alliance with our Gorsa Wizard Tower."

"Hah!" The wraith, named Morden, let out a short laugh. "The Kema Empire didn’t collapse after I died? Or have my descendants become nothing more than breeding beasts?"

Byron remained unfazed, "After you perished in the Hanging Hands Valley, a great wizard intervened to mediate the war. Although both the Kema and Kenas Empires were reduced to duchies, some territories were preserved, and your family was able to continue."

Morden still sneered, "They’d give up the resources they’ve gained? Are you trying to deceive a ghost?"

Saul and Wright: "..."

Byron continued, "Because of the Hanging Hands Valley battle, nearly all the wizards in the western region perished, and other forces from continents took the opportunity to enter the west and divide the resources. To maintain stability, various factions signed the Western Treaty."

Morden’s eyes flickered slightly, and he no longer mocked Byron. He seemed to start believing it a little.

Byron quickly pressed on, "In fact, our Wizard Tower originates from forces in other continents, so you needn’t worry about any animosity."

Morden narrowed his eyes and ominously spoke, "Then why are you looking for me? Why send a lowly third-rank apprentice like you?"

He leaned forward, putting pressure on Wright, "Do you think I’ve been dead so long that I’ve become stupid?"

Wright immediately yelped in pain.

Morden, annoyed by the noise, lifted his foot and stomped on Wright’s mouth.

"If you make another sound, I’ll send your mouth to meet the back of your head!"

Wright immediately held back the pain, daring not to make a sound.

Morden lifted his head again, seemingly waiting for Byron’s explanation.

"He... seems to be starting to believe it." Saul stared at Morden and Byron in disbelief.

Byron, seeing that Morden was willing to listen, allowed his tense expression to soften slightly.

He quickly glanced at Bill and Wright lying on the ground, pursed his lips, then spoke, "Because of the Western Treaty, we couldn’t approach you openly, so we had to send a few inconspicuous third-rank apprentices under the pretense of searching for resources on the outskirts to secretly track your whereabouts."

"As for why we’re looking for you... do you remember your great-granddaughters, Lady Yura and Lady Kira?"

Saul’s eyes widened.

He had never heard of Yura, but Kira, wasn’t she the second-rank wizard who once came to the Wizard Tower and arrogantly confronted the Tower Master?

Could what Byron said be true?

Wright had probably heard these names too, his eyes widening in surprise, but he didn’t dare make a sound.

Upon hearing the names, Morden fell into thought.

For a wraith, recalling happy memories from life was a difficult task.

After a long silence, Morden finally raised his head. "Yes, my two great-granddaughters. They were only three years apart, but both had wizardly talent. We celebrated for three months because of it."

Byron gave a slight bow, "One of your great-granddaughters, the beautiful Lady Yura, is the wife of our Tower Master."

Saul’s arm, which had been propped up under his chin, went limp, and his head slid from his hand.

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He recalled Gorsa, wrapped entirely in pink bandages, and couldn’t understand what someone like that would want with a wife.

Senior Byron... is he really not lying?

On the ground, Wright slowly blinked, his expression thoughtful.

But Morden, upon hearing those names, furrowed his brow, doubt filling his eyes. "Yura? With her personality, she only cares about experiments and research. How could she possibly marry?"

Byron replied, "Perhaps because our Tower Master is also a second-rank wizard, just like you were in life."

Morden raised an eyebrow. "Well, that’s certainly impressive. No wonder Yura would have a change of heart. But how do you prove you’re not making up a story to deceive me?"

Byron placed his hand on his chest and gave a solemn bow. "For the Kema family and the Wizard Tower, the Tower Master instructed me to secretly track your whereabouts. He believes that such a great being as you wouldn’t easily disappear. I’ve been here many times without success, but today, I finally encountered you. However, I have no proof, because this matter cannot be known by outsiders."

Morden suddenly pressed down with his foot again, causing Wright to tremble in pain, but he didn’t dare scream.

"Ridiculous. Even if you have no proof, why did you run when you first encountered me underground? And now, you show me only an illusion. What are you afraid of?"

Byron remained unflinching, lowering his eyes. "Your appearance has changed a lot. At first, I didn’t recognize you. It wasn’t until later that I realized who you were. As for the illusion... I’m very deep underground. Time is tight, and since I can’t fly, I had no choice but to use this method to communicate with you."

Morden stared at Byron for a while before finally releasing the pressure on Wright’s body.

Wright, who had been trembling the whole time, finally relaxed, but his face was badly injured, unfit to be seen by anyone.

Morden folded his arms and raised his chin. "So, now that you’ve found me, do you plan to report back? After saying so much, you want me to let you go?"

"Quite the opposite. I would like to invite Lord Morden to come with me. Although I’ve found you, I can tell that your condition is not ideal. Lady Yura anticipated this and taught me a magic array that can stabilize your consciousness until she finds an opportunity to come and take you."

"Where is this place?"

"Exactly where we encountered you, the Soul Storm."

Morden’s eyes immediately sharpened. "Do you think I’m so easily fooled?"

Seeing Morden about to fly into a rage again, Byron quickly increased his pace.

"The scale of the Soul Storm here is very small, and after we disturbed it, the situation became unstable. It could collapse at any moment. But I remember that only part of your soul left the Soul Storm. If we really wait for it to collapse, it will be very hard to find the rest of your soul."

The loss of soul fragments would cause Morden irreparable damage, and he couldn’t possibly ignore this.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Morden’s gaze shifted between hesitation and anger.

Finally, both emotions appeared simultaneously on either side of his face.

Morden finally calmed his thoughts and spoke sharply, "The storm contains the soul fragments of over a hundred people. Even I cannot maintain my complete form. What can a third-rank apprentice like you do?"

Byron replied, "Lord Morden, although I’m only third-rank, I’ve spent more than ten years researching souls and corpses at the Wizard Tower. I’ve made some progress in this field, or else Lady Yura wouldn’t have sent me, nor would she have entrusted me with this magic array. This array can help you recover the lost fragments of your soul and maintain your stability, so that Lady Yura can come and take you away."

Morden finally slowed down. "So it’s really Yura who sent you?"

"If I wanted to escape, I wouldn’t need to use the precious Illusion Stone to contact you. If I wanted to set a trap to harm you... honestly, I don’t even think I could succeed."

Seeing that Morden was somewhat moved, Byron hurriedly added fuel to the fire.

"Lord Morden, the Soul Storm can’t hold on much longer. If you just come over to take a look, you won’t lose anything. I’ll let you inspect the magic array and decide for yourself whether to proceed."

Morden lowered his head, clearly beginning to think it over.

Sitting on a journal and watching the scene, Saul stared blankly and tapped the journal under him. "Hey, diary buddy, is this really Senior Byron?"

(End of Chapter)