Diary of a Dead Wizard - Chapter 86

Chapter 86 Little Tail

He cast a cleansing spell on Thor, and finally helped Thor get out of the mud.

“Just now I found you missing, so I guessed you fell in. But you made a lot of noise. I haven’t seen anyone make the Soul Devouring Swamp so lively before.”

What could Thor say?

“Haha, I don’t know what happened. It might be an accident.”

The gardener also laughed awkwardly, without asking any more questions, and changed the subject.

“Have you chosen the companion flower?”

“Oh, yes, I have already chosen it.”

Although he had experienced a small adventure, Thor had not forgotten the very lively companion flower bud he liked. The

gardener’s movements were very neat. He brought a small square flower pot and helped Thor transplant the companion flower into the pot.

The flower bud that had just been transplanted was a little wilted, so the gardener immediately chanted a spell and cast a spell to help the flower bud regain its vitality.

“This is a small bag of fertilizer.” The gardener handed Thor a bag of fertilizer the size of his palm.

Thor took the bag and opened it to take a look.

The fertilizer inside was a light red rare earth mixed with tiny particles.

Thor recalled that one of the ways he died was to become fertilizer.

He silently mourned for the fertilizer in front of him for two seconds and put the bag away.

“Mr. Gardener, are you also an apprentice here?”

Thor thought that the job of guarding the garden was pretty good. It looked easy and he could stay away from the dark wizard tower for a long time.

But the other party looked to be in his forties or fifties. Could he be a third-level apprentice? Wasn’t it a bit of a waste of talent?

The gardener listened and smiled honestly.

“Haha, when I was alive.”

Thor was shocked and the flower pot in his hand almost broke.

He silently took two steps back and saluted the gardener.

“Thank you today, then I will go back to find Teacher Kaz first.”

The gardener didn’t seem to realize what shocking words he said, just smiled and nodded, watching Thor leave quickly.

He looked at Thor’s back and suddenly narrowed his eyes.

Suddenly, a black, slippery, thumb-thick tentacle stretched out from behind Thor’s neck.

It swayed twice in the air and then retracted.

The gardener’s smile faded away.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to call Thor, but in the end, no sound came out.

The gardener slowly walked back to the cabin, sat upright on the small bench in the cabin, and smiled at the garden.

Gradually, the sun set, and there was no other sound in the garden except the wind and the grass.

The gardener still sat upright, with the moonlight shining on his face…

There was no gardener at all, but a straw puppet!

There were straw stems sticking out of the clothes and pants. The eyes were two gray stones, and the nose was a long branch.

The whole straw puppet was waxy yellow.

Someone painted an exaggerated smile on his face with blood-colored paint.

The evening breeze blew, the companion flowers nodded and danced, and the garden was full of the aroma of bread.

…

On the other side.

Thor returned to the morgue holding the carefully selected companion flower.

He decided to keep the flower here. Although the morgue does not have too much rotten smell, it is more in line with the taste of the companion flower and may grow faster.

The flower Thor picked is a bit like a peony, with a particularly large bud, goose yellow petals, and pink and white tips.

Thor placed it in a corner of the room and mixed some flower fertilizer into it.

The bud, which had been a little listless due to the lack of sunlight, suddenly stood up again.

Thor found it interesting and teased the small bud with his fingers, then returned to his laboratory table.

He began to study his left hand again.

This is the spirit ester that even the diary has taken a fancy to, which is definitely a good thing. If it can absorb other soul fragments, Thor will have another channel to understand the world.

But spiritual esters are too far-fetched. After studying for a long time, Thor still has no direction.

He can only ask seniors or tutors, or go to the library to see if there are any related books.

Low-quality spiritual esters alone can bring such a huge profit to Thor. If the quality of spiritual esters made from plastic bones can be improved, then Thor’s witch body transformation can be taken to a higher level?

Taking this opportunity to reshape the left hand and improve the magic power again, if the effect is good… Thor plans to include the right hand in the transformation.

“Knock knock knock.”

A knock on the door interrupted Thor’s research.

“Who?” Thor closed his notebook.

“I’m Hayden.”

The senior next door?

The other party hasn’t come to Thor to find him. Is there any problem with the disposal of the body?

Thor walked over and opened the door carefully.

Hayden had a somewhat forced smile on his face, “I, I heard that you are the first in the freshman test, congratulations.”

Is it just an ordinary favor?

“Thank you, senior, what can I do for you?” Thor said directly.

“Ah, we are both first-level apprentices, so you don’t have to call me senior all the time. Just call me Hayden.”

Thor smiled and didn’t answer.

“I want to ask you, do you plan to work in the second morgue?”

“Why do you ask? Are you leaving?”

“No, I think there are more good materials in the second morgue, so if you want to come, I can switch with you.” He

actually took the initiative to show his goodwill.

Is the title of the first freshman so useful?

No, it should be more than that.

Thor thought of Anze’s invitation, Rum’s relatively sincere invitation, and the move of mentor Kaz to warn him not to change mentors in the name of picking companion flowers…

Maybe it was the sudden attention of the mentors that made Hayden want to switch the job of the second morgue, which had more harvests, to him?

Thor was really tempted, but worried that Hayden had other intentions.

But soon, he thought of the spiritual ester he was currently studying, the main material of which was plastic bone.

And the main material of plastic bone is spiritual bone.

If he was in the third morgue, it would be fine. Except for the deaf and blind giant outside the door, no one would know what was left after the body entered the big box.

But if Thor moved to the second morgue, as Thor’s downstream position, Hayden could easily guess what materials Thor had taken away.

Spirit ester is related to Thor’s witch body transformation, and he didn’t want to disclose it to others at will.

After thinking this through, Thor smiled politely and shook his head.

“No need, senior. In terms of ability and experience, you are more suitable for the work in the second morgue than me. I am fine here.”

Hayden didn’t expect Thor to refuse. He was a little surprised, but also very happy.

After all, in his opinion, there are more benefits in the second morgue.

The two exchanged a few more polite words, and Thor sent Hayden away.

From beginning to end, he didn’t invite Hayden in.

Closing the door, Thor re-entered the research on witch body transformation.

But if he really wants to continue to transform his right hand, he has to prepare another material.

Today, Thor finally met a first-level apprentice guest. He packed up the guest’s brain and went to senior sister Kong Sha’s dormitory that night.

This was the first time that Thor took the initiative to meet Kong Sha alone after killing Sid.

It was impossible to say that he was not nervous, but Kong Sha was still very useful.

When Kong Sha opened the door and saw Thor, her eyes in the white pulp turned a few times.

“You came quickly, I thought you would hide and be afraid for a few days.”

Kong Sha stepped aside and invited Thor in.

Thor walked to the center of the room, put the box in his hand on the table and opened it, revealing a round object wrapped in light yellow leather.

A faint stench immediately dissipated.

(End of this chapter)