Diary of a Dead Wizard - Chapter 226

Chapter 226 Concern from Brother

the elder brother From the younger brother:

To my bad-tempered and pitiful younger brother,

I left in a hurry last time because I had no choice.

I have seen that fate surrounds you, and the shadow is like a dark cloud covering your head. It is known that my brother’s fate is bumpy and full of crises.

After the challenge, there may not be opportunities, but also heavier misfortunes. If one day you have nowhere to go, you can come to the no-man’s land to find your brother. Although I may not be there, the door of home is always open to you! Before that, please enjoy the death feast I prepared for you without any scruples~

Your beloved brother,

Kismet

Sol quickly finished reading the letter. It was indeed the guy with the alias Victor. The words between the lines were as confusing as he was.

The four words Kismet were written thick and large at the bottom of the letter, as if to vent his dissatisfaction with Kira’s failure to listen to him last time.

After reading the letter, Sol immediately closed his eyes to check his condition, meditated briefly, and then deduced his previous memories to make sure that his consciousness was not affected.

“This letter at least confirms that Victor is indeed Kismet. As for the crisis he mentioned… if it is really like a dark cloud, it may not be directed at me.”

Thor looked up, and the ceiling of the warehouse was above his head.

“If his brain is not completely broken, isn’t it too exaggerated to describe the crisis against me as a dark cloud? Will the situation in the wizard tower change?”

For some reason, he even thought of a way out for Thor. But he was thinking of a place like the Borderlands that even formal wizards would find terrifying.

If Kismet didn’t seem to have some connection with the golden pages in the diary, Thor really didn’t want to continue dealing with him.

He threw the letter on the table, thinking about the possible hidden information in the letter, and suddenly froze, “Wait, did he use a honorific for me in a certain sentence just now?”

But when Thor lowered his head to confirm again, he found that the letter was gone.

“Did you take the initiative to destroy the records?” Thor was a little uneasy because of the letter that suddenly disappeared. “The most important thing now is to solve the problem of my body as soon as possible. I am still too weak now.”

Although there was no evidence, Thor still informed Gorza that night through the subpoena pen that Kismet had used someone else to pass the letter in.

After all, Kismet was a second-level person and seemed to have some malice towards Thor. He would not bear such a suspected provocation.

After reporting the thorny problem to the superior department, Thor once again immersed himself in the research and experiments of witch body transformation.

At the same time, at the border between the Principality of Kerma and its hostile neighbor, the Principality of Knath.

In the wasteland with no people for several kilometers around.

Kismet was standing among dozens of corpses, listening to something.

He held a white harp in his arms, and his right hand fingers casually hooked the strings.

The sound of the harp was pleasant, like waves spreading under the night sky.

At Kismet’s feet, a man was crawling on the ground, his shoulders shaking constantly.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano stopped, and Kismet smiled, “Ah, my master has received my kindness.”

He looked down with satisfaction, looking at the knight-to-be who wanted to lick the tip of his shoe.

“When is Knas going to go to war with Kerma?”

The knight-to-be’s trembling shoulders suddenly stopped, he looked up, his face changed from fear to confusion and then to surprise.

“My lord?” The knight-to-be shouted uncontrollably at first, and then immediately looked around vigilantly. There were so many corpses around, but he didn’t see them.

“My lord, the three-party subversion agreement has been signed, and we will start the war immediately when Prince Aruba advances to the second level.”

“Oh ~ three parties? It seems that either the Baidong Academy or Ludi Xingzhou has got involved.” Kismet nodded, and another piano butt gently tapped on the knight-to-be’s helmet, “What’s the difference between this and not saying it, and I don’t know when Aruba will advance.”

The knight-to-be was a little confused, but he didn’t dare to dodge at all, just quickly added to the inappropriate words he had just said.

“According to Prince Aruba, he is sure that he can advance within two years.”

Kismet said disdainfully, “They have been planning for so long, just to wait for a new second-level? There is not only one second-level in Kema. Who can he beat in the war? The goddess of war Kira, or the wizard Tagorsa?”

The quasi-knight approached Kismet and lowered his voice, “I heard that when the war really starts, the one from the wizard tower will not appear.”

Kismet was satisfied, “Right, so that the strength of both sides is balanced, and the war can be exciting. It seems that the foundation of the wizard tower has begun to shake, and an ugly conspiracy will be staged again.”

Speaking of war and conspiracy, Kismet became excited.

But as he thought about it, he began to count on his fingers, “One year, two years… Thor may not be able to reach the third level. The time is still a little short. A second-level apprentice is not even qualified to be cannon fodder.”

While Kismet was thinking, the ground suddenly trembled slightly.

A small hill suddenly cracked, and a huge sand scorpion drilled out from it.

It was unknown how long the scorpion had been underground, and many plant roots were still entangled on its body.

The knight-to-be, who was kneeling on the ground, looked back and saw the five-meter-long scorpion. He screamed in fear and collapsed to the ground.

But he soon remembered that Kismet was standing behind him. He found courage from nowhere and picked up the sword that had fallen on the ground and blocked Kismet’s way, shouting, “Sir, it’s a sand scorpion. I’ll block it. Please leave.”

Kismet looked at the scorpion and raised his chin to the knight-to-be, “Then I’ll ask you to be loyal to me.”

The knight-to-be was stunned at first, and then a gust of cold wind blew, and the huge scorpion’s claws had already smashed down.

The knight-to-be’s strength was not very high. He dodged the scorpion’s claws but not the scorpion’s tail. He was stung and died soon after.

The scorpion soon set his sights on another prey.

Unexpectedly, Kismet stepped over the swollen and shiny knight-to-be without a hurry, approached the sand scorpion, and seemed to accidentally play a scale. A breeze blew, and the roots and soil on the scorpion disappeared completely.

The scorpion remained motionless throughout the process, staring at Kismet.

After cleaning the scorpion, the latter jumped onto the scorpion’s carapace and found a flat place to sit down.

The scorpion, which suddenly had a master, shook its head and tail, as if it had just woken up from some kind of hazy consciousness.

Kismet patted the scorpion on the back and said, “Let’s go. Let’s go to Knath to find Aruba and buy our little Thor a few more years.”

One man and one scorpion gradually disappeared at the end of the wilderness in the deep night.

…

Five days after reuniting with Keli, Thor finally completed a dose of the reagent for the transformation of the flesh and blood wizard body.

He raised the test tube in his hand, staring at the gorgeous red color with burning eyes, and couldn’t help but sigh: “It’s not easy. After spending so many materials, I finally succeeded in making a bottle. Even if it’s just the official wizard potion of the wizard family, it’s much more complicated than I thought.”

Obviously, the process and external conditions are the same, but the previous potion just failed to achieve the expected effect. If Thor takes it, he will turn into all kinds of monsters and die.

After making more than a dozen failed potions, Thor was already able to do two things at once. He mixed the potion with his left hand while calculating the dosage of the neutralizer, preparing the catalyst and the neutralizing solution.

But the busiest thing was actually the diary, which did the work of three people.

Finally, today, Thor completed the refining of the last important potion material for the new transformation plan.

Standing among a pile of draft papers, Thor carefully placed the red potion on the test tube rack.

“Although there is only one copy, other influencing factors have been ruled out for now. As long as my hands don’t shake…”

Thor shook his two pairs of bony hands, and the joints made a crisp “crackling” sound.

“Maybe I won’t have to hear this grinding sound tomorrow!”

(End of this chapter)