Diary of a Dead Wizard - Chapter 711

Chapter 701 You Are Free

It is dark and damp.

Water drops hit the glass window and formed a slanted water line.

There are more and more water lines, accompanied by the sound of “crackling”, and then “splashing”.

The sound is getting louder and more frequent.

It is raining.

Heywood raised his head from the documents, staring blankly at the gloomy sky outside the window and the black raindrops in a string under the sky.

The water-absorbing pen in his hand was full of ink. At this time, due to gravity, a group of ink drops were rapidly condensing and about to fall on the turmeric parchment.

“It’s raining again. There is a lot of rain this year.”

The ink finally couldn’t bear it and dripped from the tip of the pen.

“Swish!”

A long black tongue suddenly stretched out, rolled away the drop of ink, and shrank into a dark face with no facial features.

“You are in a daze again.”

The black shadow sat down on the parchment that she had just protected, not caring at all whether the parchment would be wrinkled by her.

“It doesn’t matter if there is a lot of rain. What does it have to do with us? That is something that only high-level wizards on the Wall of Sighs need to consider.”

With his sister Heidi blocking the parchment he was writing on, Heywood simply threw the pen back into the pen holder.

He leaned back and said helplessly, “Yes, no matter how much rain there is, it is not something that we two wizard apprentices can solve.”

It has been a few years since Heywood came to the Wall of Sighs, but he still has not broken through the boundary between apprentices and formal wizards.

Over the years, the only change that has happened to him is that his sister Heydi was separated from him and transformed into a black silhouette, imitating the appearance of Mrs. Euler.

Although she still doesn’t look completely like a normal person, at least Heydi has a short period of free time to move independently.

As long as she returns to her brother Heywood every once in a while to replenish the consumed mental energy, it will be fine.

The two have accepted the fact that they cannot become formal wizards. In this dangerous sea, they have been sheltered by mentor Gorza and have lived a stable life for a long time.

But Heywood has been restless recently.

For some reason, ever since Gorza came back from outside last year, he always felt that his peaceful days were coming to an end.

A month ago, Gorza even asked for leave from Murphy, the master of the Wall of Sighs, and retreated to the lowest level of the wizard tower to do experiments. He did not even come out to fight during the recent black tide attack.

Heywood knew that this time, Mentor Gorza would achieve his goal for many years.

This time, no one else knew the progress of the experiment. Even Heywood, who had been following Gorza, was not clear.

But what he knew was that Gorza would not let others hinder his experiment again.

This time, Gorza did not ask a third person to help the whole time.

“Maybe this time, Madam Euler can really be resurrected.” Heywood paused and looked at his sister who was like a black silhouette beside him. “Heidi, do you want to be resurrected?”

The black shadow without facial features sneered, which was enough to scare a few timid humans to death in the world of ordinary people.

“Hehehe, hehe, resurrection? I’m fine now, why should I be resurrected? If I have to be a painful person for resurrection, then I would rather be a vengeful spirit happily.”

Heywood was stunned, because he had no ability to resurrect Heidi. Therefore, he had never asked this question before.

Today, he was inexplicably inspired. He didn’t expect Heidi to have this idea.

Even Heidi could see how painful it was for Mrs. Euler, who was constantly undergoing resurrection experiments. How could Teacher Gorza not see it?

So, did Teacher Gorza really choose to resurrect her because he loved his wife?

“Uh ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!”

A painful, sharp cry came from underground.

Heywood and Heidi looked at each other, their bodies trembling slightly. Fear accompanied the scream just now, and drilled into the cracks of their blood vessels little by little.

The two of them lowered their heads at the same time, pretending that they didn’t hear anything as usual.

However, the scream that usually lasted for several minutes only sounded once today.

Outside the Wall of Sighs, at the bottom of the Seventh Wizard Tower.

Gorza shook the test tube in his hand, then took out a long dropper and dropped a drop of liquid in it on the forehead of the woman on the experimental table.

The colorless and transparent liquid instantly sank under the white skin.

“Uh ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!”

The woman struggled violently, but she, lying on the witchcraft circle, couldn’t even move her little finger.

Golsa tilted his head and looked at the woman carefully, not wanting to miss any changes in her.

Strangely, today the female test subject only screamed once, then fell silent, staring blankly at the ceiling.

This change also caught Golsa’s attention.

“Is the fusion finally starting?” He smiled, leaned down, and held the woman’s pale cheeks with his slender hands, “Don’t sleep, only complete fusion can be considered a true resurrection.”

The woman’s eyeballs moved tremblingly, and her purple lips uttered a faint breath.

“Resurrection?”

“Yes, the experiment has been going smoothly so far. You will definitely be able to successfully resurrect this time.” Golsa stood up to check behind the woman.

On the white and n*ked skin of her back, a brown branch grew like a seedling breaking through the soil.

The branch followed the hole specially left on the experimental table and drilled into the square box below.

There was a kind of colloid culture medium in the box. It was a mixture of black and red, exuding the fragrance of melons and fruits.

If you look closely, you will find that this colloid is trembling slightly with the rhythm of your heartbeat.

With each tremor, nutrients will be transported along the branch into the woman’s body, making it exude vitality like a real living body.

After confirming that the culture medium is in good condition and has sufficient energy, Golsa looked at the woman again and encouraged her softly.

“Youla, I know you are in pain now, but success is just around the corner. As long as the fusion is completed, you will be free.”

“Free?”

This long-lost word gave the woman strength. She suddenly opened her eyes wide and looked at Golsa steadily.

One second, two seconds… one minute, two minutes…

the wind and rain outside the tower could not affect the two people in the basement at all.

Finally!

A familiar mental wave came from the woman.

Gorza immediately stepped forward, pressed one hand on the woman’s forehead, closed his eyes and felt the other’s condensed soul.

“Yes, yes, that’s it. The body born from the combination of the Black Sea Tree Source and the Red Sea Tree Source has a strong tolerance and almost no backlash against the soul entering. In addition to its… quite powerful and extremely domineering adhesive, your soul has completely merged with this witchcraft creation.”

He stood up, with an exclamation and relief on his face.

“In short, congratulations, you are alive.”

The woman, or the resurrected Youla, felt the power brought by the new body.

When her soul broke through the last obstacle and completely merged with this artificial body, the feeling of powerlessness just now disappeared.

Instead, it was full of energy as if waking up from a good sleep.

Youla exerted a little effort and actually sat up.

The branches behind him were stretched, but not broken. The culture medium below was still trembling slightly, just like her heart outside her body.

Although there was still some pain in various parts of her body, it could not affect Youla’s joy.

Once, for the sake of witchcraft research, Youla easily gave up her life.

Later, when she suffered a lot for resurrection, she realized the preciousness of life.

Youla’s eyes were hot and she felt liquid flowing down her eyes.

“Even, even tears?”

Youla wiped the corners of her eyes with her fingertips, then looked at the transparent liquid on it, and shed more tears for a while.

“I’m really alive.”

Gorza crossed her chest with her hands and smiled, “Okay, don’t keep crying, otherwise the culture medium will flow out of your eyes.”

Youla was stunned and her movements were frozen.

“After all, this body is not a real human body, and it’s normal to have some special reactions. You can think of yourself as a changed race. But you are still Youla.”

Youla quickly wiped the tears from her face, and for some reason she felt empty in her heart.

This is obviously a good ending.

Then, she heard Gorza’s voice again.

Gentle, slow, and firm.

“Now, you are free and can leave.”

She raised her eyes, which were full of confusion.

“What? Leaving what?”

Across from her, her lover in life and her enemy in death whispered.

“Leave my wizard tower. After all… the experiment is over, isn’t it?”

(End of this chapter)