Diary of a Dead Wizard-Chapter 618: He’s Cheating

When Pei'er was rushing over, she received news that a group had entered the Purity Wizard Tower, taking the young wizard inside to enter Old Days Manor together.

And several second-rank wizards had gone in with them.

After listening to the Wind Sprite's subordinate's report together, Firefly Lord Herbert said with certainty: "They're Tribunal wizards. As for that Miss Lucy, judging by their attitude..."

"Yawn... Miss Lucy is naturally that little princess Lucy Golden Thunder from the Stargate Council."

The air twisted lightly, and a man with a languid expression appeared on the grass in front of Old Days Manor, as if he had always been standing there.

Dreammaker Clark.

"It's her?" Pei'er lightly bit her lip, controlling her gaze not to look toward Clark, but continuing the conversation in a very natural tone.

Ann didn't know who Lucy was and looked at Pei'er in confusion. Pei'er secretly transmitted a message telling her: "Lucy Golden Thunder is a direct descendant of Stargate Council Chairman Alick. She's also recognized as the descendant most likely to become the Golden Thunder Family's next fourth-rank wizard."

Ann gasped, then exhaled halfway through: "She seemed quite kind to Master. Maybe she'll take care of Master inside."

"Her reputation is indeed good." But Pei'er wasn't that happy. "But I'm afraid she came with a mission and might not be able to look after Saul."

Pei'er paused and stated her purpose: "Regardless, the Storm Eye matter is very important. Let's also enter the manor now."

However, the first to voice opposition was Firefly Lord Herbert.

"There's no need. Three Tribunal wizards, Miss Lucy, plus four second-rank wizards. These people's strength is already powerful enough. If even they would perish in Old Days Manor, then this isn't a brewing Storm Eye but an already breached gap."

Herbert narrowed his eyes: "If that's the case, our entry would only make the situation worse."

Pei'er immediately had no reason to continue entering.

She looked at the dilapidated manor dozens of meters away and sighed helplessly in her heart.

Originally she had wanted to enter together with the other two third-rank wizards while Saul coordinated from outside. But now, due to the sudden intrusion of the Tribunal and Stargate Council, it was instead Saul who entered Old Days Manor first.

Fortunately, Clark was also blocked outside.

As long as they confirmed this was the Storm Eye, the three of them would definitely enter afterward to perform the sealing.

And the moment the sealing succeeded would be her opportunity kill Clark.

Pei'er clasped her hands in front of her lower abdomen, looking at the manor with a calm expression.

Clark even closed his eyes and began to doze, seeming completely unconcerned with the situation inside the manor.

Only Herbert glanced at Pei'er with slight surprise, understanding flashing in his eyes.

His mouth corner slightly raised, feeling like there would be another good show to watch.

...

Saul had just stepped onto Old Days Manor's porch.

The decayed and dilapidated wooden steps let out feeble groans.

It was said that after Old Days Manor's original owner was polluted and mutated, others had tried to take over this place and renovated it several times.

But the house and buildings still quickly fell into decay, as if an invisible force wanted to give this manor its proper sense of history.

When Saul stepped on the second step, suddenly a little girl pushed open the half-rotten wood and emerged from under the steps, using extremely exaggerated speed to grab Saul's calf.

"Haha, I caught you! Now you're it!"

As soon as the childish voice finished, the little girl dispersed like mist, making Little Algae's fierce attack bite only air.

"Clack clack clack!" Little Algae looked around unwillingly, then turned back in shock to see its little master's soul had actually left his body!

Saul took a step forward and discovered his body was light as a feather. When he turned back, he found himself face to face with Little Algae, whose mouth was wide open.

Only then did he understand that the little girl's meaning of "being it" was literal.

"Is it hide and seek? What would happen if I catch the little girl, and what if I don't?" Saul turned back to see his own body standing on the steps.

Indeed, this body also had no breathing or heartbeat, as if time had been paused.

"Can this manor only be explored through soul form?" Saul wanted to try something.

Although his soul was powerful and could even transform, without bodily protection, the soul was very susceptible to pollution.

In such a dangerous place where many wizards had obviously been polluted, acting with just a soul was like throwing a piece of meat into a wolf's den.

Saul looked at the other people frozen in place: "It's been so long without the next person entering. It seems that either the next person can't come to this place before I truly enter the manor."

Saul returned to his body's side and tried to enter his body.

However, his body was now like a sealed box—every attempt to enter was blocked.

"Can't go back?"

Saul thought for a moment, then suddenly turned and moved three meters away from his body, faced himself, then turned left and began learning from meditation diagrams, walking clockwise in circles.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Saul tried to focus his attention on the walking movements, not thinking about whether he could return to his body.

Four steps, five steps, six steps...

A soft barrier appeared before Saul. He tried to advance but felt strong resistance.

No matter how hard Saul tried, he couldn't enter.

He half-closed his eyes and didn't give up.

The diary flipped gently at Saul's call, not stopping on any particular page.

As the diary made "rustling" sounds, a semi-transparent white thread separated from it, wrapped around Saul's body, and emerged from his palm.

At the same time, Saul looked up expressionlessly and saw the same semi-transparent thread emerging from his body's forehead.

However, that thread only emerged five centimeters before stopping its growth.

Saul slightly raised his forearm, and the fate line in his palm seemed guided, flying toward the thread at his forehead.

The barrier that had just blocked Saul now broke through like a layer of window paper before the fate line.

When the two fate lines intertwined with each other, Saul once again felt the connection with his body.

He stepped forward.

This time, there was no obstruction.

He had returned to his body.

Opening his eyes again, the manor before him had changed. It was no longer that decayed wood and dusty, cobweb-covered old manor, but a simple yet cold, clean manor.

"Have I come to another place?" Saul moved his hands and feet, feeling no stiffness, then continued up the steps.

Upon entering, Little Algae saw Kismet standing on the corridor. It clacked its little mouth and suddenly went up to bite him.

But just after biting, it let go with "pft pft pft" sounds, looking like it had eaten something very unpleasant.

"You've become much more aggressive recently. Are you really about to mature?" Saul grabbed Little Algae's neck and pulled it back. "Don't put everything in your mouth!"

Saul looked at Kismet, still frozen by the window, and pushed open the door to enter Old Days Manor.

(End of Chapter)

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