Diary of a Dead Wizard

Angela immediately showed a troubled expression, thinking to herself, "Take him? Take him where? Your own laboratory?"

She didn't believe for a second that a wizard apprentice wouldn't be interested in a subject like the one with dual consciousness!

However, Angela knew she couldn't beat Saul.

Moreover, there had been rumors recently that Saul was the student of that person! How could she dare provoke him?

"Alright..." Angela's voice was filled with reluctance.

"The Corpse Flower doesn't seem to be legitimate magic. Are you sure you want to continue studying it?"

Angela lowered her head, "I’ve come this far, and though it wasn't my intention, I have no way out now."

Her voice unconsciously had a soft, almost sweet tone.

Saul had only mentioned it casually, and he wasn’t very familiar with Angela.

After dealing with Angela, Saul bent down and patted George, but his palm passed right through George’s face.

He smiled helplessly and suddenly twisted his hand deep into George’s brain.

"Ah!" A huge mental shock instantly woke George up.

His confused eyes met the semi-transparent Saul, and he almost fainted again from fright.

"Saul? No, Lord Saul!"

He cautiously and respectfully looked at Saul, whose body was half-transparent, wondering if Saul had died, but he didn’t dare ask.

After confirming that George had woken up and seemed physically fine, Saul stood up and said to Angela, "I've taken the person."

Angela lowered her head, silent, looking reluctant but also not daring to stop him.

Seeing this, Saul didn’t waste any more words and directly motioned for George to stand and follow him.

Although George was terrified of Saul’s current form, he feared Angela even more. Moreover, Saul had seemed to save him just now.

He weakly stood up and saw his brother’s corpse on the floor again. He bit his lip and shed another tear, but he gritted his teeth and said nothing.

George knew how lucky he was to be alive. Though deeply sorrowful over his brother’s death, he had no way of changing anything. After all, he was just a weak servant.

In front of a wizard, what authority did an ordinary person have?

If Saul hadn't shown up in time, he would probably have ended up like his brother, a bloody flower made of flesh and bone.

When they reached the laboratory door, Saul stepped aside.

He pointed to the lab door, "You open it."

George didn’t ask questions and obediently did as told.

Just as George was opening the door, Angela, who was watching them from behind, suddenly changed her expression. But just as she was about to raise her right hand, her left hand grabbed her right wrist.

Angela’s movements froze in place, and she could only watch as Saul and George left the laboratory.

When Saul stepped out the door, he glanced at Angela, his eyes scanning her tightly clenched hands, before showing a mysterious smile.

After Saul’s figure disappeared, Angela immediately went forward and closed the laboratory door.

"Why did you stop me just now? I wasn’t trying to act, just testing things out. Didn’t you see his condition? Even though I don’t know how he appeared in the East Tower in this soul state, didn’t you say souls wandering in the East Tower would be seeking death?"

Before Angela could finish, her puzzled expression suddenly turned dark.

"You don’t understand." Her voice trembled slightly, "You can’t see it, but his body... his body is full of my kind..."

"What?"

Without replying to the surprised exclamation behind her, Saul led George toward the passage between the East and West Towers.

He watched George stop at the boundary of the West Tower and not follow him.

"George."

"Lord Saul." George lowered his head as usual, but his eyes were extremely bloodshot.

George was still grieving the loss of his brother, but he didn’t realize that something far worse awaited him—that he hadn’t fully lost his brother yet.

He would come to realize this horrifying truth sooner or later.

"George," Saul looked at him calmly, "I remember two years ago, you wanted to become my exclusive servant."

"My lord, I was wrong. I will never think like that again." George’s face was grim, and today's events had clearly given him a huge blow.

"You won’t be able to be my exclusive servant. Now, you have two options." Saul waited for George to look up in confusion before continuing, "You can become a wizard apprentice, or you can return to being a servant."

George's eyes widened in disbelief, the blood vessels in his eyes clearly visible.

"I…" He reflexively asked, "Can I really become a wizard apprentice?"

"You probably couldn't in the past. Although you have some talent, your mental strength was too weak. But now… if you want to, you can try."

Hearing this, George didn’t hesitate, "I want to, my lord. I want to become a wizard apprentice."

He and Saul were once of equal standing, and Saul had been isolated by others. But Saul became a wizard apprentice, and from that moment on, they were worlds apart.

Especially after these past few days, George had come to understand what the nobility and power of a wizard really meant.

Facing that terrifying woman earlier, George had no ability to resist. But just Saul’s appearance made her retreat and spare him.

Of course, George had also briefly thought, if Saul had arrived a few minutes earlier, would David still be alive?

But he quickly discarded that thought, afraid someone would notice.

Those of low status have neither the courage nor the right to vent their anger.

From George’s trembling words, Saul could feel his urgency.

"There’s no need to decide so quickly. Becoming a wizard means not just gaining power and status, but also countless dangers and the unknown."

George was confused.

Aren't there dangers and unknown things brought to ordinary people by wizards?

"What if you might not live past thirty? What if you might turn into something like me?"

Saul’s semi-transparent body softened, his limbs fused together, and new tentacles grew, revealing sinister mouths under their suckers.

The tentacles reached George’s face, and from one of the suckers, a long tongue emerged, gently licking George's skin.

Though he felt nothing, George broke out in goosebumps but dared not move, as though frozen in place.

Saul withdrew his tentacles and resumed his human form.

"Go back and think about it. If you still want to become a wizard apprentice, the next time there’s a new group of students coming into the tower, you can find the steward."

George was relieved as he didn’t have to decide right away.

After respectfully bowing to Saul, George’s figure disappeared beyond the West Tower passage.

The candles around him suddenly brightened, meaning it was almost six in the morning.

After six, the safety of the East and West Towers would increase.

"Strange. It’s already this late, why hasn’t the diary warned me about my soul leaving for too long and being wasted?"

Saul looked at his left shoulder.

When his body had been torn apart in the pipes earlier, the diary hadn’t appeared. Was it because the diary had concluded that, with Saul’s current strength, he could escape on his own?

"Or…" Saul rubbed his stomach, still feeling an inexplicable hunger, watching the candles longingly, "Could it be because I ate so many strange things earlier? The energy within them might have prolonged my time outside my body?"

For a moment, Saul didn’t know whether his soul leaving his body this night was a good thing or a bad one.

"Finally found you."

Suddenly, a voice came from behind Saul.

He quickly turned around to see a man in a cloak walking toward him from the corridor on the opposite side.

The man stopped five meters away from Saul, gently lifting his hood to reveal a face with heterochromatic eyes.

At that moment, his purple eyes were faintly glowing.

"Haywood?" Saul squinted. Seeing a third-tier apprentice in his soul form was hardly a good sign.

"I've been looking for you for a long time. You sure can run, from the second floor of the East Tower to here so quickly."

"East Tower... second floor?" Saul’s face darkened. "Is tonight’s incident related to you?"

(End of Chapter)