Diary of a Dead Wizard - Chapter 14

Chapter 14 Happy

Thor’s first tutoring class turned into a general cleaning.

But fortunately, Thor had experience in work and got the hang of it quickly.

Seeing that he worked carefully and seriously, Mark was in a good mood. While cleaning up, he told Thor some things to pay attention to in learning.

Two hours passed like this. Mark had something to leave, so he told Thor about the finishing work.

“You will pour the garbage into the yellow trash can later. Remember to put it in yellow. If it is not yellow, put it in a bag first, seal it, and deal with it tomorrow.”

Thor looked at the yellow trash can next to the laboratory door, which was higher than his chest, and nodded seriously.

“Okay.” Mark pulled out a chair, stretched out his thighs and sat down. “Now I give you a chance. The last five minutes to answer, after that I have to go on a date.”

Thor quickly asked the question he had prepared long ago.

“Senior Mark, what is the impact of mental power and magic power on the study of witchcraft?”

Mark was not surprised by Thor’s question. After listening to what Teacher Kaz said, he had thought that the magic talent of this junior in front of him might be really poor, but the mental power talent was good.

Perhaps he was unwilling to accept this.

“If we look at it from the perspective of book knowledge, both are equally important. But as a wizard who values practice, magic is the medium through which we turn knowledge into witchcraft.”

“Let me give you a similar analogy. The elemental ions in the outside world are a river a hundred meters away from you. Your mental talent is your running speed, and your magic talent is the tool you use to carry water.”

Mark gestured with his hands.

“Ordinary wizard apprentices usually carry water in buckets.” His gestures shrank again, “but you use a bowl. So your growth will be much slower, understand?”

Thor immediately said, “Then I will run a few more times.”

Mark shook his head, “More than that. In the wizarding world, there is almost no time when you don’t use magic. You cast witchcraft, make props, draw magic circles, and construct runes, and these require you to carry two bowls of water or even a bucket of water in one trip. Your bowl can’t do it, what should I do?”

Thor lowered his head and showed a little on the tip of his left finger, “Senior Mark, don’t you have a way to turn the small bowl in my hand into a big bucket? For example, witchcraft transformation?”

Mark also glanced at Thor’s left hand, but this level of body transformation was nothing to him.

“Of course there is, but almost no first-level apprentice can bear it. The witchcraft transformation that the instructor just mentioned requires at least a second-level apprentice to try.”

He raised his hands, and the palms of both hands opened a big mouth at the same time, constantly opening and closing, wanting to swallow, wanting to lick.

Two bright red tongues kept probing and approaching Thor.

Thor gritted his teeth and forced himself not to step back instinctively. At the same time, his left hand was ready to move at any time.

Just as the atmosphere in the room turned cold, Mark suddenly retracted his hand.

“Don’t move, this is a laboratory.”

He said calmly, as if he just wanted to scare Thor.

“Okay, Senior Mark.” Thor also put down his left hand and asked unwillingly, “Is there no transformation that a first-level apprentice can do? I’m afraid I only have three months.” Senior

Mark stretched and stood up, “Then you can only gamble your life. For example, go to the library and take a look at the textbooks that second-level apprentices will use.”

Thor saw that Mark was ready to leave, and he didn’t have much time to ask questions.

He hurriedly followed Mark to the door, “Can I borrow books for second-level apprentices?”

Mark walked quickly to the door and opened it with one hand.

“As long as the books are in the public library, you can borrow them.” He turned around and showed a strange smile, “The library has never stopped low-level wizards from reading books by high-level wizards. They are also boring.”

After that, Mark left the laboratory and closed the door.

Thor stood in front of the door, lowered his head and thought: “Gamble your life?”

Thor could not complete the requirements of mentor Kaz in three months just by meditation.

He looked at the hardcover book floating quietly on his left shoulder, “I’m good at this.”

At this time, the door of the laboratory suddenly opened again, and Mark poked half of his face out, “Remember to pack up your things before leaving.”

“Got it, senior.”

Thor was startled, looking at Mark’s half face and shrinking back.

The door closed.

Sol was the only one left in the room.

Probably…

Sol turned around and looked around. He didn’t have much work left. He just had to put things back in place, dump the trash, and check if all the cabinets were closed tightly.

Sol walked around the lab.

He pushed back the chair that Mark had pulled out, shoveled the trash under the table and threw it into the yellow trash can.

The yellow trash can was very dark and bottomless. It didn’t look like a bucket, but more like a passage.

Sol didn’t look at it for long. He closed the lid immediately after dumping the trash.

“It always makes me uncomfortable to be alone in the lab.” Sol touched his arm, as if he could feel goose bumps “clicking” from under his skin.

Sol found a few graffiti on the table in the middle of the lab. There had been something drawn on the paper, but it was completely covered by the black chaotic lines, and nothing could be seen.

The paper was wrinkled, as if it had been thrown away and then picked up and flattened.

“Were these papers here just now?”

Sol carefully swept them into the small bucket and turned around to take the trouble to empty it again.

However, just as Thor reached out to lift the lid of the trash can, the trash can suddenly turned red in front of Thor.

Thor’s hand suddenly stopped in mid-air and slowly retracted.

He pretended that he saw nothing, turned around, sealed the bucket, and put it under the table.

He continued his patrol and walked to the deepest row of cabinets in the laboratory.

Somehow, he suddenly remembered the human-monster walking diagram he used for meditation today.

According to the layout on the diagram, Thor was standing at the position of the lowest monster at this time.

He quickly shook his head to get rid of this unlucky idea, but when he took another step, he stepped on something.

He looked down and almost jumped up.

It turned out to be the puppet doll that they used when testing the talents of new recruits.

There were clearly two holes where the puppet’s eyes should be, but Thor felt that someone was looking at him from inside.

“… Make sure there is no debris on the floor of the cabinet area when you leave. I will clean it up first. If you find something on the floor when you leave, don’t worry. Find a cabinet with the same thing around you, and then pick up the things on the floor and put them back. Be sure to close the cabinet door!”

Thor remembered Mark’s instructions just now.

He turned his head and saw that the cabinet next to him was opened a little.

In the glass cabinet door, you can see… a pile of puppets lying in a mess.

“Okay, this is your home.”

Thor tilted his head slightly to prevent himself from looking directly into the eyes of the puppet on the floor, and leaned over to pick up the puppet.

When his fingertips touched the rough and slightly cool surface of the puppet…

“Hua La La…”

A sound that only Thor could hear sounded, and the hardcover book flew in front of Thor, the pages flipped quickly, and finally stopped at a new blank page.

[New Moon Calendar Year 314, May 26,

you were left by Mark to clean the laboratory.

This is really not an easy job.

You got hit on the foot by a naughty puppet and were about to throw it back to where it should be.

You open the cabinet door, pick up the puppet’s head, and carefully put it in.

You are picked up by the head and carefully put down.

You lie on your companion’s body, watching the glass cabinet door close, and Sol outside the door hums a beautiful song and runs away happily. 】

(End of this chapter)