Diary of a Dead Wizard - Chapter 80

Chapter 80 Poor Little Sid

The intermittent, hair-thin words slowly crossed the black paper, and after the last stroke, they fell silent.

Sid’s soul did not ask Thor who he was.

Nor did it ask any other questions.

He disappeared.

All the white words on the black paper gradually dried up and disappeared, and the black paper itself was like being burned by fire, gradually melting, and finally nothing was left.

The diary flew back to Thor’s left shoulder and closed quietly.

“Is the diary actually a family heirloom of Sid? What kind of family ancestor can make a prophetic tool like a diary?”

In view of the power of the diary, Thor is more inclined to believe that Sid’s family accidentally obtained the diary. But for various reasons, no one can become its owner, so they still don’t know the true power of the diary.

But Sid’s family may have hidden the origin of the diary and other secrets, and there will be a chance to trace it back in the future.

“But we still need to think about the matter of Sid’s grandfather. As far as I can remember, Sid had touched the diary before, but he was unable to activate it, so activating the diary should require other conditions.”

Thor digested the information he had just obtained, and then looked at his left hand.

“Let’s put the soul fragment issue aside for now. My left hand is… spirit ester? I seem to have seen this word somewhere. Yawn… let me recall…”

Thor yawned, climbed onto the bed with his hands and feet, and buried his head in the quilt.

He was really tired, and before his thoughts could drift away, he fell into a deep sleep.

…

Thor opened his eyes before three o’clock in the afternoon.

Although he wanted to sleep until noon the next day, Thor really didn’t have the courage to skip work.

Office animals can still run away with a bucket, but if they run away with a bucket in the Wizard Tower, the bucket might not be filled with their own heads.

The second floor of the East Tower still looks familiar, but the people have changed.

Senior Byron left the morgue yesterday.

As a third-level apprentice, he can’t continue to work in the morgue.

That would be a waste of talent for the Wizard Tower.

The tasks of the third-level apprentices are mainly in the outside world, so in the future, Byron will be away from the wizard tower for a long time like other third-level apprentices.

Before leaving the morgue, Senior Byron told Sol that if Kongsha came to ask about what Sid was looking for again, let Sol blame him.

I think Kongsha is not so stupid that she would offend Byron for something she didn’t know the details of, and lose the hidden relationship she had finally planted in the morgue. The

person who took over Byron’s job was a second-level apprentice who looked unfamiliar. It seemed that he had received Byron’s instructions. When he first met Sol, he nodded politely.

Today’s work is as exciting as always.

Not everyone is willing to die obediently.

Sol patted a crying female corpse to sleep, and then cut off her ears with a knife.

The ears grew a pair of wings and tried hard to fly away. In the end, Sol tied them up with a rope and put them in a small box to stay quiet.

That night, Sol finally didn’t have nightmares again.

But in a small town separated from the Gorza Wizard Tower by a viscount territory,

someone will not be able to sleep tonight.

Since marrying her current merchant husband, Lady Hannah has been living like a noble lady.

Especially since her merchant husband is often not at home, they play their own things and do not interfere with each other.

The manor where the two live now was bought by the merchant husband from an old housekeeper.

Because the original owners were all dead, the price of the manor was kept very low.

At first, Lady Hannah felt uncomfortable living in a house where someone had died, but after living there for a few days, she found that this manor was really good!

It is spacious and noble, with front and back gardens, and comes with a full set of luxurious furniture.

Living here feels like becoming a noble lady.

But in the evening, the garden in front of the manor suddenly collapsed, revealing a sarcophagus underground.

Lady Hannah hurriedly took people to deal with it.

It was really uncomfortable to have other dead people buried at home.

She wanted to move the sarcophagus away and then go to the old housekeeper who sold the house to them to extort some money.

When moving the sarcophagus, the lid of the sarcophagus accidentally slipped open.

A servant coveted the possible burial jewels in the sarcophagus and opened it without authorization.

But there was no treasure in the sarcophagus, only a skinny corpse.

Everyone was very disappointed and just wanted to find a place to throw away the sarcophagus as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly, the mummy in the sarcophagus suddenly stretched out its hand and grabbed an old servant standing next to the sarcophagus.

The old servant screamed and struggled, but he was completely unable to resist the strength of the mummy.

The charred skin of the mummy suddenly peeled off layer by layer as if it had life, stretched out, and turned into countless slender tentacles.

The tentacles wrapped the old servant tightly, just like a giant python swallowing an elk.

The people around were immediately scared and fled in all directions, only Mrs. Hannah did not move.

Because she was so scared that her legs were weak, but no one came to help her.

She wanted to turn around and run away, but her left and right feet did not listen to her control. She shook and fell to the ground.

At this time, an old and dark hand stretched out in front of Mrs. Hannah, who was crying.

“Which old servant is it?” Hannah trembled as she held the strong hand in front of her, thinking about how much reward she would give to the old servant after escaping.

But when Mrs. Hannah stood up with the force, a strange old face appeared in front of her.

“Don’t panic, ma’am. It was just an accident. After all, I haven’t eaten for a long time.”

The old man in front of her was hairless, dark, wrinkled, and skinny.

Mrs. Hannah finally remembered who this man was.

Isn’t this the corpse in the coffin just now?

He is alive, and he is a little fatter than before!

Mrs. Hannah knew that she couldn’t run faster than the other party, so she cried and begged for mercy.

The woman’s crying made the old man irritated. The skin on his face opened and closed, and he was eager to move when he saw the woman’s fat and white chest.

“Master.”

At this time, an equally old voice attracted the old man’s attention.

He looked up and saw a white-haired old man in a black butler’s uniform, and the other party was holding a set of clothes in his hand.

The old man smiled.

“Hunter, I saw so many strangers when I opened my eyes. I thought something happened to you.”

Butler Hunt walked over calmly, handed over the clothes, and helped his master hold down the struggling Hannah.

“Old Hunter? Old Hunter!” Mrs. Hannah recognized the housekeeper who sold the manor to them, “Please save me, save me.”

Mrs. Hannah’s other arm was tightly held by Hunter, and she realized that this old man was so strong.

But neither the terrifying old man nor the old housekeeper paid any attention to her.

“I think if the master wakes up, he must be very hungry. These people are snacks I prepared for the master.” Hunter said the extremely cruel words with a respectful face.

The old man laughed, “Hahaha, are they all edible?”

“I checked, there is no special background, please enjoy it, master.”

The old man was very satisfied. He grabbed Mrs. Hannah, who was about to faint, and held her in front of his face.

He did not open his mouth, but from his face to his lower abdomen, the charred skin opened from the middle, revealing the blood-red texture inside.

In one “bite”, half of Hannah’s body was bitten off.

…

The old man who had just woken up from the sarcophagus spent some time enjoying the feast. Now the whole manor was silent. The old man also recovered from his original mummy state to an ordinary thin old man, but his skin was still dark, with a little dark red, which made people dare not look directly at him.

The old man put on the robe handed by the butler Hunter and touched his bald head like a preserved egg.

“It seems that this hair will take a few days to grow out. I look ridiculous now.” The old man asked casually.

“Master, you are always elegant.” Butler Hunter remained respectful.

The two walked into the manor together.

“The master finally woke up, but did you find the diary?”

“Something went wrong. The diary seems to have been taken away by someone else. Little Sid was killed when he tried to take it back.”

“Ah, poor little master.” Butler Hunter bowed his head again, but there was no sadness on his face.

“Yes, my poor grandson, he is my last blood relative.”

This black-skinned old man is Sid’s grandfather, Ralph.

He is also the only surviving member of the Bloodthorn family.

The old man soon became happy again. “But Sid is still useful. He found the diary before he died and activated the mark I hid on him. His spirit will continue to haunt the murderer because of the mark. I just need to go and confirm it myself, and I will find out who has the diary.”

(End of this chapter)