Diary of a Dead Wizard - Chapter 209

Chapter 209 Kismet

When Golsa’s hand was on Thor’s shoulder, Thor felt himself sinking.

This sinking feeling was strange, like passing through a layer of water curtain, or like popping a bubble.

When crossing that thin film, Thor seemed to see countless pairs of eyes watching him and Golsa.

Those eyes were densely packed, one next to the other, and the pupils were as small as pinholes. As Thor sank, they also slowly moved their sight. When

Thor looked into those eyes, he immediately felt inexplicably panicked and uneasy, as if someone punched him in the heart, suppressing and suffocating him.

Then, his eyes darkened and brightened again, and when he came to his senses, he found that he had returned to the second warehouse.

The feeling of being watched just now also disappeared.

In front of him was the familiar line of corpses, and behind him was a tall shelf.

“Was it the feeling of teleportation just now? Why didn’t I feel it before, but this time I can feel the process of space transfer?”

Before Thor could think about it, he heard Golsa ask him.

“Tell me what happened when you went to Ralph Manor.”

He thought for a moment and sorted out his words.

“After I entered Ralph Manor, I met a strange man. He has the terrifying ability to control people’s consciousness or memory…”

Thor finished all his experiences in the manor in a few words. He focused on Victor’s ability and performance. As for making the antidote in the basement, he did not emphasize the difficulty and Morton’s help.

Sure enough, after listening to Thor’s story, Gorza was the first to mention Victor’s abnormality.

“You said he played the harp?” Gorza stretched out his pink-wrapped fingers and gently tapped his temple. “What kind of harp?”

Thor was stunned. This question stumped him.

After a careful recollection, he couldn’t remember what the other person’s harp looked like.

“Maybe he didn’t play the harp.” Gorza’s voice was rarely serious. “Victor… always mentions ‘fate’, speaks in a strange way, kills people but doesn’t like to do it himself… I think I know who this person is.”

Huh? The tower master actually knows him?

“His name is Kismet, and he is not a native of the Western Continent. In my hometown, many people have seen this wizard. Oh, there was a rumor at the time that wherever he existed, there would always be catastrophic mass deaths. So some people also called him the Messenger of Death.”

“Messenger of Death!” This time Thor was really stunned.

Victor, no, Kismet’s name made him unable to help but associate it with the Diary of the Dead Wizard.

What exactly did Kismet want to do by concealing his identity and secretly going to Ralph Manor? Was the golden page that saved him from the soul storm also related to Kismet’s arrangement?

Thor suddenly tightened his fingers, and his joints couldn’t help but tremble, making a slight “clucking” sound.

Gorza happened to be silent at this time, so the sound of the collision was very obvious.

“Are you scared?” Gorza suddenly laughed softly.

But Thor took a deep breath and slowly calmed down.

“Yes.” He did not deny the strong fear he had just felt.

It was the strong uneasiness caused by the unknown strength and unknown purpose of the enemy, and also the worry about whether Victor was related to the golden page that suddenly appeared.

If a second-level apprentice Sid steals the diary, Thor can still find helpers to deal with him. But if a second-level wizard also knows the existence of the diary…

Thor doesn’t know if he can keep the secret of the diary, nor does he know if the other party can find the location of the diary through clues.

And now the golden page seems to have run into the diary, but Thor dare not check it immediately because there are always second-level wizards around him.

Anxiety also makes him restless.

“You don’t have to worry too much. I will send someone to investigate this matter. During this time, you stay in the wizard tower and don’t take any missions outside.”

“Yes.” Thor nodded quickly, and then said hesitantly, “Tower Master… second-level wizard… how powerful is it?”

Thor asked carefully. He didn’t know if the tower master would avoid this question, or if he would think that Thor was not ready to ask this question yet.

Looking at the nervous apprentice, Golsa chuckled.

He snapped his fingers, and suddenly there was a single sofa behind both of them.

It looked soft, almost like you could sink into it.

“Since you want to discuss this issue, I suggest you sit down and listen.” After saying that, Golsa sat down.

But his movements looked very stiff, his hands and feet were rigidly placed there, and he didn’t look like he was enjoying the comfort of the sofa at all.

Thor held the armrest of the sofa and slowly sat down. He instantly sank into the sofa, feeling a sense of comfort that he never wanted to stand up again.

“Something that stabilizes mental power is added to the filling of this sofa. I can leave one for you. If you feel that you are going crazy one day, you can also sit down and think about life.” Golsa’s voice was filled with a light smile, and he casually said something creepy.

“…Okay.”

Thor imitated the tower master’s movements, put his hands on the armrest of the sofa, and put his legs on the foot pad below as much as possible.

But facing Golsa, he couldn’t relax after all.

Suddenly, he felt as if he was not lying on a soft sofa, but in a coffin with layers of lining.

“It seems that you are ready, so let me briefly tell you about the classification of the wizard world.”

Golsa’s voice became calm and gentle, like a lullaby.

“I didn’t tell you this before because I didn’t want you to imagine high-level abilities when your strength was low. It’s easy to lead you astray and not feel your true improvement.”

“However, since the people you often come into contact with are not wizards of the same level as you, I will still give you a brief introduction. In case you encounter a powerful enemy, you can’t even respond in advance.”

“Prepare in advance?” Thor repeated.

He looked at the tower master opposite him, and couldn’t imagine how he could respond even if he knew how powerful the other party was?

Golsa slowly raised a finger and shook it gently.

“Of course, see if you can ask for help, escape, or fight to the death. Or you can also leave yourself a quick death before the death battle, preferably the kind that even annihilates the soul.”

Thor closed his lips tightly.

He hadn’t thought about preparing a quick death for himself like the dead soldiers.

“Don’t feel embarrassed or depressed. I have also prepared a way out for myself. I don’t want to work hard for others after I die.”

Even the tower master has prepared a means of self-destruction!

Is it true that the more powerful the wizard, the more afraid of death?

But when you said this, you were facing the group of corpses in the warehouse. Wouldn’t you feel guilty?

Thor secretly glanced at the diary on his left shoulder and quickly moved his eyes to the other side.

He thought of Morton, who had been tortured in the soul storm and whose consciousness became incomplete, and also thought of Bill and others who would have to work for him after death.

“Maybe I can discuss with the diary brother and ask him to put my consciousness into the diary if I die. In addition to being blurred and ignorant, it will be quite comfortable to dissipate at a certain time.”

“Wait, blurred consciousness?” A fragment flashed through Thor’s mind, and he suddenly connected the ability of the diary with Victor’s means.

He slowly clenched his teeth until he felt a sour pain and a faint iron smell from his gums.

Is it a coincidence?

I always feel that Victor’s ability is similar to the diary in some ways.

So, is there a deeper connection between the two?

Third update!

(End of this chapter)