Diary of a Dead Wizard - Chapter 187

Chapter 187 Brother

When you are adventuring alone, you must carry important things with you. What’s the point of bringing unimportant things into the manor?

This old apprentice waited outside the manor for an unknown period of time, and asked his students to hide and observe the outside of the manor.

I’m afraid he just wants to find some more companions to go in together.

Now Thor has a general understanding of the situation in the manor. He doesn’t want to wait like Kron, trembling with fear, not knowing whether other people will visit.

Kron is a little embarrassed.

After he agreed to the rich businessman’s request, he saw the rich businessman go to ask for help from other people.

Kron seemed a little unhappy, but in fact he hoped to have more companions to adventure together.

Although the Bloodthorn Family is now in decline, its former reputation and prestige are enough to make him, a wandering apprentice, afraid.

So after Kron arrived outside the manor first, he did not rush in, but waited silently in the dark, hoping to find a few reliable companions.

But he didn’t expect that Thor, who came here first, actually walked in by accident. However, the opponent’s reaction ability and fast casting ability made Kron’s eyes light up.

That’s why he took the initiative to share the intelligence of the manor, hoping to seek an opportunity for cooperation, but he didn’t expect this little guy to be so anxious.

Now Kron was more certain that the other party came from the wizard tower. Only people from large wizard forces would be so arrogant.

With this partner, Kron didn’t care about the small fish and shrimp outside.

“Okay, let’s go in now.”

Kron packed up briefly, and followed Thor, who was obviously nervous, to the gate of the manor.

However, Thor looked up at the gate that was higher than the wall, turned to Kron and said, “There is no need to enter the manor and act separately. I plan to climb over the wall over there and take a look.”

Thinking that the place outside the main building should not be too dangerous, Kron nodded in agreement. “Okay, then we will meet in front of the castle gate in an hour.”

Thor nodded and said goodbye to Kron and the others for the time being.

He walked around the manor wall for a short circle, his eyes fixed on the roofs that were exposed above the wall.

When he walked to a place where a small section of the top collapsed, he heard a strange sound again.

This time he heard it more clearly, as if it was some kind of string music.

Like a lonely person, he was casually plucking the strings of a harp.

“It’s here.”

Thor held the scroll in his left hand and immediately climbed over the gap in the wall.

As soon as he landed, he stomped his feet gently to make sure that there was soft soil and dense weeds under his feet.

At this time, a few pleasant strings, accompanied by a sad melody, sounded behind him.

Thor frowned and turned his head, looking up at the man standing on the top of the wall.

“Victor, why are you playing the harp at this time? Why don’t you come down quickly?”

A silver-haired young man was holding a harp, standing on the top of the wall, looking into the distance.

The wind blew his soft hair into a mess.

There was a hint of melancholy on the young man’s face, and his heart seemed to be full of sorrow.

“The former wizard family has fallen like this.” Before he finished speaking, he plucked the strings of the harp, and the low and pleasant sound seemed to echo his sigh.

“If there is a main theme in this world, it must be melancholy.” The young man’s blue eyes were shining with water.

Thor’s forehead was bulging with veins, and his clenched fists were shaking. The scroll in his hand made a sound of being overwhelmed, as if it would burst in the next second.

“Victor! We are here to steal things, not for you to perform opera here. If you don’t come down, I will beat you up.”

Victor still had a sad face, but he finally listened to Thor’s words, jumped down from the wall, and landed lightly beside Thor.

“Thor, how can you talk to your brother like this?” Thor

looked dazed and seemed a little confused, but when he saw Victor was about to raise the strings again, anger occupied his mind again.

“If you sing again, I’ll throw away your broken harp!”

Victor pursed his lips in grievance, holding his small wooden harp, which was less than half a meter high, tightly against his chest.

Seeing his brother like this again, Thor waved his hands helplessly.

“Okay, let’s go first…” Thor was stunned, “I was interrupted by you, and I forgot where I was going.”

Victor held the harp and raised his chin.

“The garden, you said you wanted to go to the garden to have a look.”

“Yes.” Thor patted his forehead, not understanding why he suddenly forgot just now, “That garden looks like the center of the magic circle. Be careful not to run around when you go there later, in case you encounter any danger… Don’t cause trouble for me.”

“Although my brother is not as talented as you, I have been promoted to the second level for many years!”

Thor said helplessly: “Don’t I believe in your strength? I don’t believe in your brain!”

Victor’s expression froze, and a bit of disbelief gradually appeared on his face.

“Thor, I have never seen such a fierce brother like you.”

Thor was too lazy to quarrel with Victor. He waved his hand to signal him to follow, and turned to walk towards the garden in the front yard of the manor.

“I just observed that the center of this manor is in this garden. Strange, this front garden is too big.”

Victor followed Thor obediently, but his eyes had already begun to look away from the road.

“Maybe the owner of this manor is a romantic gentleman. He likes to stroll among the breeze and dew in the morning and evening, smelling the fragrance.”

“Maybe he just lacks a place to put his so-called works of art. The garden is so big, it is also convenient to kill people and bury bodies.” Thor happened to pass by a stone statue and raised his hand to knock on it. It was solid and no magic fluctuations were found on it.

“Strange, why does the owner of the manor put so many human sculptures?” Thor passed by another stone statue and looked up at the life-size human sculpture on the stone pier.

“This is art, brother.” Victor stood under the sculpture, “Look at the panic expression on the face of this sculpture, it is lifelike, it really looks like the work of a master.”

Thor stared at the expression of the sculpture, the wide eyes, the open mouth, and the twisted chin.

He could not feel the artistic atmosphere, but only felt the weird horror that made his hair stand on end.

“Be careful.” Thor lowered his voice involuntarily, “I feel that these stone statues may be transformed from living people. It’s just that it’s been too long, and the magic fluctuations on them have dissipated.”

“Really?” Victor imitated Thor and put his hand on the sculpture, “I can’t feel the breath of life. What a poor man. He has been trying hard to run, but he can’t escape the clutches of fate.”

Seeing Victor start to convulse again, Thor rolled his eyes helplessly.

“There is no mechanism, and there is no trace of witchcraft. Let’s go quickly, the treasure should not be here.”

They quickened their pace and entered the garden in the front yard.

The garden is very large, but it has been unattended for a long time. Some delicate and famous flowers have withered, but there are clusters of bright wild flowers in the corner of the flower bed.

“The center point should be over there.” Thor looked around again, calculated again in his mind, and finally pointed to a place in the garden.

Victor followed Thor and looked around, with a leisurely attitude, and had no intention of thinking at all.

When the two came to the location estimated by Thor, they all stopped and frowned and looked forward.

There was a dilapidated flower bed in front of him. Someone had dug a big hole in the center. The dirt was scattered around. It was the dirtiest place in the garden.

“It’s over. Has the treasure been dug up by someone else?” Victor asked nervously.

Thor sensed the surroundings and found no danger. He still held the scroll of the spirit armor in his left hand and slowly approached the deep pit.

Although this place had been damaged to a certain extent, from the shape of the deep pit, it could still be seen that a square object had been placed in the pit.

“It seems that a coffin was buried here.”

(End of this chapter)