Diary of a Dead Wizard-Chapter 621: Where Is He

Saul repackaged the little girl, hung her on his back, then opened the door to investigate. The corridor was empty.

He darted out of the room, his figure immediately becoming a phantom rushing forward.

Before finding the little girl's room, he had passed the corridor leading to the tower. It was only because the little girl's commotion attracted him that Saul chose to enter the third floor.

This magnificent manor was also decorated very elaborately, with many ornate but impractical furniture pieces.

For example, the corridor Saul was now running through had black iron openwork tables standing in the middle.

These small tables could at most hold a miniature fruit bowl.

Now all the tables were completely empty, serving only decorative purposes while obstructing Saul's running path.

Just as Saul reached the end of the corridor, he heard several hurried footsteps at the corner. He quickly pressed against the wall, his entire figure blurring and almost merging with the champagne-colored wallpaper.

However, the footsteps approached and then receded.

But Saul didn't see a single person.

Yet the wind stirred in the corridor seemed to indicate that a group of people had indeed hurried past.

"Did the pursuers also turn invisible?"

Saul couldn't help but peek toward where the footsteps had disappeared. Vaguely, he seemed to see the departing crowd.

Not crude clay figures anymore, but real people.

But in reality, he actually saw nothing.

Only an empty corridor with its magnificent decorations.

Coming back to his senses, Saul shouldered the cocooned little girl and turned to climb the stairs leading to the tower.

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"Are you certain the thief hasn't left the manor?" Lucy crossed her arms, standing in the messy room.

But through observation, she discovered that what caused the current mess was likely not the thief, but these servants hurriedly searching for their madam.

"I'm very certain he couldn't possibly leave the manor!" Two identical female butlers said with serious expressions.

After the butler shouted about the enemy attack in the banquet hall, Lucy and Red-beard simultaneously stepped forward, offering to help find their madam.

After several second-rank wizards discussed, they decided to split up, which would allow them to thoroughly search every corner of the manor for the Storm Eye's existence.

This manor wasn't large. Six people splitting up took only ten minutes to thoroughly search the place.

However, an unexpected result emerged—they not only failed to find traces of the Storm Eye, but also couldn't find the thief who had stolen the manor's madam.

The female butlers were obviously dissatisfied with this result. Their expressions grew increasingly serious, their eyes so gloomy they seemed ready to drip water.

Normally, every wizard present wouldn't care about these two people's emotions.

But now they were inside Old Days Manor, temporarily stripped of all their power, like ordinary people.

In this situation, they might not be a match for these two strange female butlers, with a high possibility of dying under pollution-enhanced rules of the Borderland.

Unless they could find a way to break the situation and escape Old Days Manor's constraints.

Lucy looked at the dim scenery outside the balcony.

"How long have we been here? The sky seems to have remained unchanged."

She extended her hand outside but touched an air wall less than half a meter away.

She turned back to Red-beard and others who were studying a small bloodstain on the floor: "There's a barrier about half a meter outside the balcony. With our current strength, we can't break through it."

Brando didn't approach but stood behind the group: "This manor is completely sealed, which is why those two butlers said the thief couldn't possibly escape."

Dulut impatiently tapped the ground with his staff.

"But we've already turned the entire manor upside down and found no thief at all."

Lucy pondered: "Could it be that there's no thief at all? Everything is the two female butlers acting, or the madam herself secretly ran away?"

Kismet had been crouching by that pool of red blood, staring at it with interest.

As if it were actually an interesting painting.

He looked up, smiling at the others: "Who do you think that thief is?"

The others exchanged glances, all simultaneously picturing the same person but tactfully not saying his name.

Saul!

Red-beard frowned, internally disliking this very possible answer.

On one hand, he hoped to quickly crack Old Days Manor's secret, find the Storm Eye, and seal it. Based on this psychology, he hoped Saul was that thief and would break through Old Days Manor's rules soon.

But when he thought about how Saul had been "invited" by them, he worried whether the other party would take the opportunity for revenge.

At this moment, he desperately hoped the thief was actually Blue-hair.

But the other party had been completely silent since being kicked out.

Blue-hair had somewhat tentatively tried to go upstairs then, but unexpectedly, after just one insistence, they directly expelled him from the manor.

If it were someone else being expelled, it would definitely be more bad luck than good, but Red-beard had cooperated with Blue-hair for years and had confidence in his abilities.

But having confidence that the other party was alive didn't mean believing Blue-hair had the energy to steal the mistress here.

Brando was happy that Saul had made a breakthrough. He believed Saul definitely wouldn't take away the mistress here without reason.

However, with the butlers present, they couldn't speak directly, so Brando only asked: "What do you think the thief wants to do by stealing the manor's madam?"

Lucy suddenly remembered something and turned to ask one of the female butlers: "Are there any secret rooms or passages here that only your madam can enter?"

The two female butlers shook their heads in unison: "No. This manor has no secret rooms or tunnels, nor any places only the madam can enter. Everywhere the madam can go, we can go too."

"Everywhere?" Lucy was somewhat puzzled.

If everywhere was accessible, then their earlier search had no blind spots.

Where exactly was the thief?

At this moment, the mummy wizard who had been standing silently at the door turned and left the room.

While Red-beard and Lucy continued discussing where Saul might be.

Kismet suddenly lost interest in the bloodstain on the ground.

"He never appeared from the beginning. Maybe he's not in the same place as us at all." He spread his hands to the others: "Group action is meaningless now. Let's split up to find ways to break the situation."

The group action suggestion had been Lucy's.

She believed that if they found the Storm Eye, they'd need everyone's combined strength to seal it.

But these second-rank wizards obviously wouldn't obey like Stargate Council wizards.

Lucy looked at Kismet, who appeared leisurely and carefree as if he'd really come to attend a banquet, suppressed her inner dislike, and nodded: "Alright then, let's each act separately to find a breakthrough point. We can't maintain the status quo forever."

Just then, a black shadow suddenly burst from outside the balcony, heading straight for Lucy.

Though Lucy sensed movement behind her, her physical strength was constrained and she couldn't dodge in time.

"Bang!"

At the critical moment, Brando threw a punch, directly hitting the black shadow attacking Lucy into the wall.

"Splat!"

That black shadow stuck to the wall like mud in a radiating pattern.

Simultaneously, Red-beard grabbed a nearby chair and thrust it hard into the wall, pinning the black shadow that was trying to break free.

"This is bad, this is bad!"

The two butlers stood side by side, expressionless, their voices without any inflection.

"If we can't find the madam soon, the manor's barrier won't be able to hold back the demons outside!"

(End of Chapter)

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