Diary of a Dead Wizard-Chapter 150: Back

What does the Wizard Tower Master mean?

Is he asking the deceased Lady Yura to guide him?

This world does indeed have wraiths, evil spirits, vengeful spirit, and even other forms of spiritual entities. But these spirits have significant flaws. Some cannot maintain their forms for long, while others have lost their sanity and memories.

Lady Yura, as the wife of a Second Rank wizard, should be somewhat different from other spirits.

Saul was momentarily stunned. He suddenly recalled the research and experiments from these past years, the various studies conducted by his senior mentors, and the numerous tasks related to death and souls…

A thought began to sprout in Saul’s mind, leading him to uncontrollably ask out loud.

"Master… are you trying to resurrect Lady Yura?"

This time, it was Gorsa’s turn to fall silent.

The carriage was speeding along, and they could already see the desolate silhouette of the Wizard Tower ahead.

"Yes," Gorsa finally admitted, "Resurrection, haha, that’s a Fourth Rank wizard’s domain. But Yura’s situation is more special; theoretically, she could come back to life."

Gorsa flipped his wrist, and a puppet doll appeared in his palm.

"This is a doll used to test mental aptitude." Saul immediately recognized it.

Saul took the doll and examined it closely.

The doll was a bit special—its eyes weren’t hollow but made of two red, irregular crystals.

"Saul."

Saul looked up and met Gorsa’s calm, watery, and gentle gaze.

"Grow up quickly. At your current level, you’re not even qualified to participate in real experimental projects."

Saul gently cradled the doll and quietly responded, "Yes."

What was the Master giving him this doll for? Saul stared at the doll’s eyes, but he no longer heard any murmurs.

It must be the effect of those red eyes.

Looking up again, Gorsa had already disappeared.

The Master left just like that? He was always so elusive.

Saul had originally thought that the Master had taken him away because he had discovered Saul’s past possession by a wraith. But throughout the whole trip, Gorsa never mentioned it.

Only when Saul had brought it up, did the Master give him the puppet doll.

However, even though the Master had left him a puppet doll, he never said how to use it.

Saul looked down at the doll in his hand, thinking, “Lady Yura? Resurrection?”

He remembered the wizard Kira, whom he had met two years ago. According to Senior Byron, she and Yura were sisters.

She had once questioned Mentor Kaz about the progress of his experiments and threatened the Wizard Tower Master, saying she would take someone away.

Could it be that she was referring to Lady Yura?

Was it possible that Mentor Kaz had been helping the Tower Master to resurrect Lady Yura all along? And because of his spiritual talent, the Tower Master had taken an interest in him and started his special training?

That was why he could only choose to specialize in the dark elemental attribute.

That was why he would inevitably accompany death and souls in the future.

That was why Mentor Kaz had made him recognize the situation and taught him to stay grounded.

Saul thought deeply, gradually entering a trance.

While he was lost in thought, a black, shadowy figure appeared somewhere out of his sight, slowly solidifying.

It was like the deepest, darkest shadow under strong light.

The shadow suddenly floated up from the wall of the carriage, landed on Saul’s back, and flowed like liquid from his back to his arm. Finally, it all flowed into the puppet doll in his hand.

The doll’s eyes dimmed for a moment but quickly returned to normal.

At that moment, a black tendril suddenly emerged from the back of Saul’s neck.

This tendril was much thicker than the one he had before leaving the Wizard Tower—it was as thick as an adult’s arm, only tapering where it connected to his neck.

The tip of the tendril split open into a mouth like a shark’s, seemingly warning of some kind of impending danger.

It moved quickly and skillfully through the air, as if searching for something.

But it failed.

The tendril poked Saul’s cheek and then retracted.

Meanwhile, Saul remained unfazed, though his eyes became even more profound.

The carriage continued toward the Wizard Tower.

Before entering the Tower, Saul looked through the window at the three-masted wind sail ship docked outside.

As expected, the wind sail ship was faster than the carriage.

But since the Master had taken him, why not directly return to the Wizard Tower?

Was it because he didn’t have the ability to teleport such a long distance, or did he need to give Saul some special instructions in this carriage?

This time, Gorsa had suddenly appeared to save them and taken Saul away. This had made it clear to everyone that there was a connection between Gorsa and Saul.

Once they returned to the Tower, Saul would face even more complicated relationships.

Most people would probably guess that Saul was the Tower Master’s student.

But the truth?

The Tower Master indeed taught Saul, but clearly had other motives.

Even Saul wasn’t sure what his exact relationship with the Tower Master was.

But for now, none of that mattered.

Even if the Master was just using him, did Saul have the strength to resist?

He could only take this opportunity to grow stronger, so that he might one day be able to control his own destiny.

The moment they entered the Tower, the world seemed to turn dark, but the next second, Saul realized it was just an illusion.

The candle holders arranged on the walls continued to emit a pale, eerie glow.

The Tower was bathed in the brilliance of countless lights, every detail visible.

Saul sighed, “I’m back here again.”

He pushed open the carriage door and was about to step out, but paused.

The coachman remained in position, maintaining his driving posture, his back straight.

The horses were standing still, their heads slightly lowered.

But they had already lost their lives.

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Saul, accustomed to corpses, immediately recognized this.

He squinted, not seeing any lingering spirits or signs of contamination on the bodies.

Saul gently pressed his hand on the coachman’s arm, confirming that the coachman had indeed just stopped breathing and his heart had stopped beating.

It was as if a wind-up toy had reached its limit and wound down to the end.

Just from going to pick him up, the coachman and the horses were already dead.

Did they ever expect such an end before they set off?

Saul sighed inwardly. This was why he was determined to walk the path of a wizard.

Not lingering any longer, he jumped out of the carriage and proceeded up the nearby passage.

After several turns, he found himself on the third floor of the East Tower.

Though it was daytime, the East Tower was still very quiet.

He didn’t see anyone along the way, unsure where Senior Byron and the others had gone.

But Saul wasn’t in a hurry.

He still had many things to do, many pieces of information to sort out.

He quickly passed through the fifth floor of the East Tower and returned to his dormitory. Along the way, he only encountered a few unfamiliar low-ranking apprentices.

He entered the dorm, locked the door behind him, and threw his luggage onto the floor before roughly sitting in a chair.

"Well…" Saul thought to himself. "Who should I talk to first?"

His diary flew out, flipping to the last pages, revealing several black, irregularly shaped papers.

When the pages reached these black sheets, the flipping slowed down. The three black papers stood at different angles.

"Herman, Bill, and… Lord Morden."

Saul smiled faintly, half-closing his eyes, pretending to meditate.

Suddenly, the pages of the diary fell, and white writing began to appear on one of the black papers.

[Where is this place?]

Someone had already come out.

"Who are you?"

[Who am I? You don’t even know who I am? I am Morden, the greatest emperor of the Kema Empire. The greatest Second Rank wizard of the Western Region. I led thousands of wizards and a hundred thousand soldiers to defend against the demon invasion from the Wasteland! No one dares to cause trouble in my territory. Who are you, not knowing my existence?]

Saul blinked. "Me? I’m the Grim Reaper’s scribe, specially recording the lives of you great or mundane deceased ones."

(End of Chapter)