Diary of a Dead Wizard - Chapter 179

Chapter 179 The First Step to Recognition

“Is there something wrong with that book?” Thor asked in surprise.

“No.” Gorza’s voice was still gentle, “It’s just that you can’t use this book.”

Thor clenched the only book left in his hand.

Logically, he should take the initiative to hand the second book to the tower master at this time, but for some reason, he just couldn’t reach out his hand.

The loud sound just now was like knocking on his heart.

With the appearance of the tower master, the faint conversation outside the library disappeared without a trace.

“Don’t be afraid.” The tower master blinked at Thor, and his hand appeared from under the cloak again, with a half-burned red candle standing on his palm.

“Did you make this yourself?”

Thor was stunned. Isn’t this the red candle swallowed by the bronze door?

Could it be that behind the bronze door, it is connected to the place where the tower master is?

“Yes, I used a little candle from the warehouse, about as much as a fingernail, and the rest of the materials were prepared by myself.”

Thor has been discovered, so he can’t lie.

Admit it honestly and strive for leniency.

Gorza was not angry, at least he didn’t show it.

“Well, in the past, Kaz often appointed talented apprentices to guard the warehouse. But we found that the more talented the apprentices were, the faster they consumed the materials in the warehouse. They were often too confident, and many died in experiments beyond their control. So I suggested that Kaz replace the warehouse with a mediocre person. In the first few years after you took over the warehouse, the speed of material consumption really slowed down, and the apprentices who guarded the warehouse also lived diligently until now. But now it’s your turn, and you dared to attack my candles in just a few days~ Now the materials in the warehouse can’t be saved.”

Thor couldn’t figure out for a moment whether the tower master was praising him or scolding him.

“I’m sorry, tower master.”

Gorza narrowed his eyes, retracted his hand, and did not return the red candle to Thor.

“No need to apologize. Giving you the opportunity to look after the warehouse means that you are allowed to use the materials inside. The reason why I replaced the warehouse with mediocre apprentices is that although the previous geniuses were keen on experiments, they either had no creativity or the direction of the experiment was not what I expected. This is of course a waste.”

“But you are different. I like the first witchcraft prop you made. It seems that I still underestimated your ability and talent. Only by giving you a bigger platform can I see greater gains.”

“Now I give you a choice.”

Gorza walked slowly into the depths of the library. The white mist gradually obscured his figure, but his voice was still as clear as in his ears.

“If you are willing to accept this gift of knowledge, come in with me; if you are afraid of unknown risks, leave the library.”

Thor is now carrying a lot of troubles.

I don’t know if the nightmare butterfly can be sealed for a long time;

the secret of the body melting mutation;

the arm that has not yet solved the electric shock problem and is still a skeleton;

and the conspiracy about resurrection mentioned by Winnie…

Thor sighed, and then… followed with excitement!

“It’s easy to feel tired when you have too much debt! This is a gift of knowledge. Just hearing the name makes my spirit boil! If I miss this opportunity, I will regret it in the future!”

Thor held the book tightly in his arms, with goose bumps of excitement and a heart beating wildly with anxiety. He took firm steps and walked into the white mist where the Lord of Gorza disappeared.

When Thor was wrapped in the white mist, he could no longer distinguish the direction, and even couldn’t remember the direction of the road he came from.

There were no bookshelves around, no walls, and even the light was a blurry halo.

Just when Thor was at a loss because he was lost and stayed in place, a voice sounded.

“Follow me.”

Gorza’s silver eyes appeared in the white mist in the distance.

Like a searchlight, it penetrated the endless night.

Thor hurriedly followed.

Indistinctly, he felt as if he was climbing up.

Looking down at his feet, his feet were also hidden in the mist, and the only thing he could see clearly was the book in his arms.

After walking quickly for nearly five minutes, the white mist in front of my eyes suddenly disappeared and my vision became clear.

In front of Thor’s eyes was a long curved corridor, with wooden bookshelves that reached the ceiling on both sides.

The bookshelves looked ordinary, with some flower and leaf-like patterns carved on them.

There were many books on each shelf, but they were not full. They looked carefully arranged, giving a sense of enjoying life.

These books were placed there without any disguise, and they did not seem to be dangerous.

Gorza stood at the end of the corridor. Thor did not dare to delay and hurriedly followed.

“The books in the corridor are all miscellaneous books I collected from my travels. They are generally useless. But I will take a look occasionally. They are quite interesting.”

Gorza stood in front of a white door with a golden witchcraft circle painted on it, which was as gorgeous as the gold ornaments of a noble.

“This room contains almost all the records of soul research. When you enter, be careful to distinguish which knowledge you can read and which you cannot. I will give you a key. Only you can enter. Others will be swallowed by the gate…”

Gorza turned around and looked down at Thor, “Just like the apprentice who was swallowed yesterday.”

“Yes, sir.”

Since the tower master got the red candle, he must know that Ferguson is also inside the bronze gate. But he came out with the red candle but did not bring Ferguson out. Does that mean Ferguson is dead?

“Do you prefer your left hand or your right hand?”

The topic suddenly changed, but Thor immediately answered: “My right hand is my preferred hand.”

“Well, then stretch out your left hand.”

Thor raised his left hand, which was still a bone hand.

“Don’t you have any idea about the transformation of spiritual esters?” Gorza asked casually, and suddenly raised his hand and broke off a part of Thor’s little finger…

Thor:? !

Gorza took the tip of Thor’s left little finger, turned around and inserted it into the keyhole of the white door.

After waiting for about five seconds, he retracted his hand and pressed the deformed bones back into Thor’s left hand.

Thor stared at his hand in a daze. The tip of his left pinky finger became slender, like the claws of a wild animal.

He stretched out his right hand and pulled twice. The pinky finger was firmly connected to his hand, with no sign of falling off.

“Remember to use the key before opening the door next time. By the way, you should prepare yourself. I will go out at the end of May.”

It is now the beginning of May, and there are still more than 20 days before the end of the month.

“Okay, tower master, where are you going?”

“I don’t know. The driver will take you there. Solve a problem left over from two years ago. It may be a little dangerous. I suggest you bring more life-saving things.”

Thor thought for a moment, “Tower master, can I take other companions with me?”

Gorza looked at Thor and suddenly smiled, “Some things are better not to be shared.”

“This mission is not easy. If you are afraid, you can refuse.”

“I accept.” Thor did not think about it. He accepted the task calmly.

Although the tower master did not say it clearly, Thor knew that this was also one of the tower master’s tests.

If he refused, he might refuse all future opportunities.

Sure enough, after hearing Thor’s answer, the tower master’s eyes narrowed.

After explaining the task and ordering Thor to act on his own, Golsa entered the brown door next to the white door.

Behind that door should be the tower master’s living room. Thor took a look and saw a comfortable sofa and a small table with food.

But Golsa obviously did not intend to invite Thor in. The scene in the living room flashed by and was quickly isolated by the closed door.

Today’s journey home was not smooth at all. The original train was cancelled due to ice on the track. It took a long time to find another way to go home. I was exhausted

both physically and mentally, and did nothing. I will make up for today’s update first, but I have to take a day off tomorrow. Sorry, sorry!

(End of this chapter)