Diary of a Dead Wizard - Chapter 852

Chapter 839: The Soul-Fixing Needle is Obtained

The little boy named Harry was obviously enduring, but when he saw Roye and Thor coming in, he still forced a smile.

But he clenched his teeth tightly, afraid that he would moan if he opened his mouth.

Roye didn’t care about the boy’s pain at all. He walked around the pool and looked him up and down.

“Tsk, your previous life was too decadent. You have to soak in this potion pool for three more days.”

When Harry heard that he had to soak for three more days, his mouth twitched and his face turned bitter. But thinking of the hard life in the country fiefdom and the huge gap from falling from the clouds to the earth, he still endured it.

The teenage boy already had his own ideas, and his mother fully supported him, so he showed good endurance.

Roye walked back to Thor and raised his eyebrows, “How about it, this candidate is not bad?”

“Yes.” Thor nodded, “He has ambition and conflicts of interest. He will actively cooperate with all your experiments.”

Roye looked proud.

They didn’t mention one thing, even if the heart is good enough, it doesn’t mean that the blood fusion experiment will be successful.

The two left the steamy room and went back outside. They saw Vanessa, who had just stood in the hall to greet them, preparing food in the dining room.

She didn’t seem to worry about her son who was suffering, and was looking at Roye lovingly.

“Want to eat?”

Thor didn’t stay for dinner. Vanessa prepared a royal dinner, which was small in portion, with many etiquettes and complicated procedures.

He didn’t have time to waste on eating.

Now that he was at the third level and basically not a human being, Thor could replenish his body’s energy without eating.

Roye stayed in the manor. It was estimated that after enjoying the feast, he would also enjoy women.

He was particularly keen on enjoying all kinds of women from all races.

It was a way for him to relieve stress.

But Roye shouldn’t tear off a person’s arm while enjoying Vanessa.

After all, she was still useful.

Thor took a carriage back to the palace alone.

When he arrived at the temporary residence, he saw the servants again.

Thor was not surprised. It must be that Sander had asked the servants to wait here after he found out that Roye had dragged him to Vanessa’s place.

“Let’s go.”

After seeing Sander and entering his small bedroom, which was the only one with a breath of life, Sander’s gloomy face quickly disappeared.

“Lord Thor, Midor’s condition has been adjusted as you said before.” He said eagerly.

Thor had reached an agreement with Sander and would not repeat it at this time.

“Okay, Midor continues to recuperate. I have prepared some medicines for you to temporarily improve your mental strength, so that Midor’s condition will not affect you.”

Sander was about to thank Thor, but suddenly thought of something and said worriedly: “But if I take the medicine, will it expose our plan and let the people of the Tribunal notice us?”

Thor smiled, “What are you afraid of them noticing? As everyone knows, you and I are old acquaintances. And you have to draw blood every week to provide nutrients to the Red Sea Tree, so it is normal for me to help you repair your body.”

Although he knew that Thor’s words made sense, it was the first time that Sander privately planned the huge Tribunal. If there was no other way, how could he, an ordinary puppet, dare to make such a decision?

But thinking about being ignored by the Black Flame Emperor today and being treated as a decoration by everyone in the palace, although he could endure it, it also aroused his determination to resist.

After saying Midor, Sander suddenly spread out his palm, and in his palm, there was a small golden thorn.

Thor took the thorn and rubbed off the gold paint in his hand, revealing the original dark blue and almost black color inside.

“Is this the soul-fixing needle?”

Thor looked down and found that the surface of the dark blue thorn, which looked like an embroidery needle, seemed to be covered with patterns.

But no matter how carefully Thor looked, he couldn’t really see the patterns on it.

“Could it be a hidden miniature witchcraft array?”

Witchcraft arrays are divided into normal, giant, and miniature types.

The giant witchcraft array like the super long-distance transmission array, and the miniature witchcraft array generally engraved on witchcraft props.

But the soul-fixing needle in Thor’s hand now has a witchcraft array engraved on it that is even smaller than the smallest witchcraft array Thor has ever seen.

Not only that, countless witchcraft arrays are layered on top of each other, making it impossible to tell which runes make up the array.

This is also the most sophisticated method to prevent others from violently cracking the formula above.

A soul-fixing needle can only be used once, but if the formula of the witchcraft array above can be cracked…wouldn’t it be possible to make more soul-fixing needles?

Of course, Thor believes that the material used to make this soul-fixing needle must also be a rare material. I don’t know if it is still available now.

Now is not the time to study it carefully. Thor directly pressed the dark blue thorn into the middle finger of his left hand.

Now there is an anchor point of the Eye of the Abyss hidden on the tip of his left index finger.

There is a soul-fixing needle hidden on the tip of his middle finger.

Although it is not known whether the soul-fixing needle can save the soul polluted by the anchor point, Thor can feel more at ease when the two opposing items are put together.

“I’m going back. Next, you should pay attention to your behavior.”

Sander nodded seriously, “I understand that I am an unwilling emperor, but not a desperate emperor.”

On the surface, Thor’s relationship with Sander is still good, so Sander does not have to worry about being secretly executed after being driven off the throne by others.

His normal ending should be like his stepmother and brother before, being confined to an inconspicuous small village for the rest of his life.

So Sander will express dissatisfaction and make trouble now, but he will not really overturn the table.

After getting the soul-fixing needle that Sander promised, Thor’s plan will officially begin.

Back to the temporary residence, Thor closed the door and refused to see anyone.

He took out the soul-fixing needle and used the rubbing method to reproduce the witchcraft array pattern on it very carefully on a metal nameplate less than one millimeter thick. Then he re-sealed the soul-fixing needle and planned to study only the metal nameplate.

Although ancient witchcraft props have the function of concealing and preventing outsiders from noticing, just in case, it is better to take out the soul-fixing needle as little as possible.

At present, there is no rush to study the witchcraft array on the soul-fixing needle. Thor just stares at the nameplate for half an hour every day to deepen his impression and understanding of it.

The rest of his energy is all focused on creating the third target.

While calculating the formula, he pulled out a black branch from his sleeve and turned it around on the fingertips of his right hand.

It was quite like the style of spinning a pen in high school in his previous life.

The black branch turned into a residual image and flew up and down, left and right.

After an unknown amount of time, a faint voice that only Thor could hear rang out.

“Master Thor, stop turning. I’m going to vomit…”

(End of this chapter)