Diary of a Dead Wizard-Chapter 149: She is Very Interested in You

"Do you know me?" Gorsa smiled faintly. "Though I haven't seen you, could you introduce yourself?"

Introduce myself? At a time like this, in a place like this?

Despite the gentle tone and the hint of humility in his words, Bedi still felt a great sense of humiliation.

When did Gorsa appear?

This place was still half a day's journey from the Wizard Tower; otherwise, Bedi wouldn't dare to stop here.

As Bedi was thinking of a way to escape, he suddenly felt the parasites inside him begin to writhe violently.

"Killing intent!"

He immediately realized that Gorsa's demeanor wasn't as mild as it seemed. In the brief span of less than three seconds, he had already harbored murderous intent.

Just as the rumors said, he was temperamental!

Now, Bedi no longer dared to hesitate and immediately spoke up, "Tower Master Gorsa, I am Bedi, a True Wizard of the Land Drifters."

"The Land Drifters are not allowed to enter the Wizard Tower's territory without permission. Have you forgotten this rule?"

"I... I was just here to track down our lost wind sail ship."

"Lost? Shouldn't that be the war trophy of an apprentice from the tower?"

Gorsa lowered his head and looked at the people on the deck.

Meeting his gaze, Saul stood up and loudly added, "Yes, Tower Master. This is our war trophy, along with five captives."

Bedi was stunned and looked at Saul. He never expected that this small apprentice would dare to interrupt a conversation between true wizards.

But since Gorsa wasn't angry, Bedi naturally didn't dare to object.

Gorsa not only didn't get angry, he even nodded approvingly and then raised his head to speak to Bedi, "There's nothing here for you. Please leave. By the way, tell your captain—if anyone else steps onto the Wizard Tower's territory without permission... whoever comes in will become our war trophy."

Bedi gritted his teeth and said with difficulty, "I will inform the captain."

"Then you may leave."

Finally granted clemency, Bedi let out a long sigh of relief in his heart.

He only wanted to run as fast as possible. It was only for the sake of maintaining the dignity of a true wizard that he had held his ground without flinching, giving a bow to Gorsa.

"Thank you for your leniency."

Bedi subtly scanned the entire ship before turning around to fly away.

"Wait a moment." Gorsa suddenly called out to him.

Bedi turned around, his heart leaping to his throat, afraid that he might go back on his word.

"The area around the Hanging Hand Valley is also now under the control of the Wizard Tower. No other forces are allowed to enter without permission."

Bedi's mouth hung open in shock.

He truly didn't understand how Gorsa could make such a domineering statement with a tone that sounded so caring.

"But, Tower Master Gorsa, the Western Treaty doesn't state this..."

"It doesn't matter." Gorsa seemed to smile under his hood. "We can just change it."

Bedi's entire body stiffened, nearly falling out of the sky.

What could he say?

"Understood. I will inform the captain."

"Thank you, now you may leave."

Only then did Bedi turn to leave, though he kept glancing back, afraid Gorsa might have more to say.

It almost made it seem like he was reluctant to leave.

After Bedi's figure disappeared into the sky, Gorsa lowered his head and looked at the people on the deck.

"You brought the ship back, but I saved it." His voice carried a clear smile. "Remember to give me half of the contribution when you return."

For a moment, no one spoke.

At this point, Wright really wanted to say something flattering, like "We dedicate the entire ship to you, Tower Master."

But at that moment, his mouth, teeth, and tongue felt like they were glued together, and he simply couldn’t move them.

However, soon, Wright heard Saul respond to the Tower Master once again.

"Yes, Tower Master."

Gorsa's eyes narrowed, his silver pupils sweeping over Saul’s entire body.

"I'll take Saul back with me, you can walk slowly."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Gorsa, along with Saul's figure, disappeared.

It was as if the paused scene had been pressed to play again, and everyone instantly relaxed, all collapsing onto the ground.

Even the few captives from the Land Drifters seemed to feel a sense of relief as if they had survived a close call.

Suddenly, Wright scrambled to his feet, rushing toward the cabin, shouting, "Byron, where did I throw that loan contract?"

Byron: "…"

Nick also got up at this point, but he just sat there, his arms resting on his knees, his lips curling into a slight smile. "Heh, these past days, I've repeatedly faced fear and despair. A few times, I almost broke down emotionally."

Byron: "Mhm."

Nick looked up, squinting at the sunlight, but the smile on his face grew more pronounced.

"Now that I realize Saul is really the Tower Master's student, I’m not even surprised."

"You’re laughing."

"Yeah, I realized I can now control emotional fluctuations and their effects on the mental state. I guess I’ll be promoted soon. Senior Byron,"

"Mhm?"

"I’ll never trust you again."

"…"

…

Meanwhile, Saul, who didn’t know he had triggered Byron's trust crisis, was now sitting in a spacious yet modestly decorated carriage with Tower Master Gorsa.

He had expected that the Tower Master would flash him back to the Wizard Tower directly, but instead, he found himself in a carriage filled with soft cushions.

It felt a bit beneath his status, but luckily, only he and the driver knew.

"How's your hand?"

The carriage swayed gently as it started. Gorsa reclined awkwardly on the cushions, though it was unclear whether he was comfortable or not.

"It melted." Saul, sitting stiffly on the cushion, felt awkward being alone with the Tower Master.

The pouch with the melted plastic bones had already been returned to Saul by Byron on the wind sail ship, but now there was no material to reattach it.

"Let me take a look."

Saul pulled out the pouch from his chest and handed it to Gorsa.

Gorsa opened the pouch and glanced inside. To his surprise, he first took out a black glove.

With a flick of his finger, the glove floated out of the pouch.

"Your taste?"

Saul suddenly felt a bit embarrassed. "Mainly to prevent electric shocks."

"Swish—"

Gorsa flicked his finger, and the black glove flew out the window.

"That's not a good solution. It’s like announcing your weaknesses on the battlefield."

Saul lowered his head in apology, tears welling up inside. "Damn, it was so expensive!"

"The Soul Resin has improved, but the materials are too low-grade, and its potential is limited."

Gorsa looked at Saul's hands, "Everyone’s choices are different, just like life plans. You can't easily interfere with others’ paths. If you continue down this road, you may encounter surprises, or perhaps face a deep abyss."

The Tower Master had begun speaking cryptically again, but Saul listened seriously.

"Don’t try to hide your weaknesses. You must overcome them."

Gorsa pointed his finger, and a small piece of gray material floated up from the pouch.

"Electric shocks temporarily alter the connections between elemental particles. You can try to work on resisting reverse reactions."

Saul took note of every word Gorsa said and watched as he threw the pouch back to him.

The lesson seemed to be over, and Gorsa sat back, quiet as a statue.

But Saul had too many questions, and his mouth couldn't stay shut anymore.

"Tower Master, when we were in the Hanging Hand Valley, we encountered a wraith named Morden. Have you heard of him?"

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"Ah, it was him."

"I heard he’s from the Kema Empire?"

"Yes, he was once the emperor of the Kema Empire, and he’s also my wife Yuta's great grandfather.”

Saul immediately felt restless. Was he… he had torn apart the Tower Master’s great-grandfather just a few days ago?

"Then, will your wife be upset?"

Byron wouldn't have pointed this out, would he?

"That won’t happen, since she’s been dead for a long time."

"…I’m sorry."

"No need to apologize. If you want to deal with Morden’s lingering resentment, you could ask Yura. After all, she’s familiar with him."

Saul: "?"

Gorsa made a startling remark, "She said she’s very interested in you."

Saul: "???"

(End of Chapter)