The staccato and hair-thin words slowly swiped across the black paper, and after the last stroke, they fell silent.

The soul of West Germany did not ask again who Saul was.

No further questions were asked.

He disappeared.

All the white handwriting on the black paper gradually dried and disappeared, and the black paper itself gradually melted away as if it had been burned by fire, and finally there was nothing left.

The journal flew back to Thor's left shoulder, quietly closed.

"Is the diary actually a West German family heirloom? What kind of family ancestors could make such a prophetic instrument as a diary? ”

Given the power of the diary, Thor prefers that it was the West German family who accidentally got the diary. But for various reasons, no one can be its master, so they still don't know the true power of the diary.

But the West German family may be hiding the origin of the diary and other secrets, which can be traced back to the source when there is a chance to do so.

"But the matter of the West German grandfather still has to be considered in the long run. In his memory, West Germany had touched the diary, but it couldn't activate it, so there should be other conditions to activate the diary. ”

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

"The question of the soul fragment is over first, and my left hand is ...... Spiritual ester? Looks like I've seen the word somewhere. Yawn...... Let me reminisce about ......"

Thor yawned, used his hands and feet, climbed onto the bed, and buried his head in the futon.

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

……

Saul opened his eyes just 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.

Social animals can also run away with a bucket, but in the wizard Tata, the bucket is not filled with their own heads.

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

Senior Byron left the morgue yesterday.

As a Level 3 apprentice, he could not continue to work in the morgue.

That would be overkill for the Wizard Tower.

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

Before leaving the morgue, Senior Byron told Saul that if Khontha came to ask Sid what he was looking for, he would let Thor push all of them on him.

Thinking about it, Khontha was not so stupid, and he had to offend Byron for something that didn't know the details, and at the same time, lose the hidden relationship that she had so hard put into the morgue.

Replacing Byron was an apprentice of the second degree. It seems that he has been advised by Byron, and when he saw Thor for the first time, he nodded politely.

Today's work is as exciting as ever.

Not everyone is willing to die obediently.

Thor slapped a weeping female corpse to sleep, and then cut off her ear with a knife.

The ears grew wings, and they struggled to fly away, until they were tied up with rope by Thor and placed in a small box.

That night, Thor finally stopped having nightmares.

But in a small town separated from the Gorsa Wizard Tower by a viscounty.

Someone can't sleep tonight.

Ever since she married her current merchant husband, Lady Hannah has been living like a noble lady.

In particular, the businessman's husband is often away from home, and they play their own games without interfering with each other.

The manor where they now live was bought by the merchant's husband from an old butler.

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

At first, Lady Hannah lived in a dead house, and she felt uncomfortable, but after a few days, she found that the manor was really good!

Spacious, luxurious, with front and back gardens and a full set of luxury furniture.

Living here has the feeling of becoming a noble lady.

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

Lady Hannah hurriedly brought someone over to deal with it.

It's really uncomfortable to have other dead people buried in the house.

She was going to move the sarcophagus and go to the old housekeeper who sold the house to them for some money.

While moving the sarcophagus, the lid of the sarcophagus unexpectedly slipped open.

A servant coveted the funerary jewels that might exist in the sarcophagus and opened the sarcophagus without permission.

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

The crowd was disappointed and just wanted to find a place to throw away the sarcophagus.

Who knew that the dry corpse in the sarcophagus suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed an old servant standing next to the sarcophagus.

The old servant screamed and struggled, but he couldn't resist the strength of the corpse.

The charred skin of the dried corpse suddenly opened up layer by layer as if it were alive, elongating, and turning into countless slender tentacles.

The tentacles wrapped the old servant tightly, like a python devouring an elk.

The people around them immediately scattered in fright, but Lady Hannah did not move.

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

She wanted to turn around and run away, but her left and right feet didn't listen to her, and she shook and fell to the ground.

At this moment, an old and swarthy hand reached out to the tearful Lady Hannah.

"Which old servant is it?" Hannah trembled and grasped the powerful hand in front of her, thinking about how much bounty she would have to give the old servant after escaping.

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

"Don't be alarmed, ma'am. It was just an accident, after all, I haven't eaten in a long time. ”

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

Lady Hannah finally remembered who this man was.

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

He's alive, and he's a little fatter than he just was!

Lady Hannah knew she couldn't outrun the other and cried out for mercy.

The woman's cry made the old man irritable, and the skin on his face opened and closed for a while, watching the woman's fat and white breasts move.

"Master."

At this moment, an equally old voice called the old man's attention.

He looked up and saw a white-haired old man in a black butler's suit, with a set of clothes in his hand.

The old man smiled.

"Hunter, I saw so many strangers when I opened my eyes. Thought something had happened to you. ”

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

"Old Hunter? Old Hunter! Lady Hannah recognized the butler who had sold the estate to them, "Please help me, help me." ”

Lady Hannah's other arm was tightly clamped by Hunter, only to realize that the old man was so strong.

But neither the old man nor the old butler ignored her.

"I think if my master wakes up, he will be hungry, and these are the snacks I have prepared for my master." Hunter said the most cruel words with a respectful face.

The old man smiled, "Hahaha, can you eat it?" ”

"I've checked, there is no special background, please enjoy it."

The old man was so satisfied that he snatched Lady Hannah, who was about to faint, and held it up to his face.

He didn't open his mouth, but from his face to his lower abdomen, the charred skin opened in the middle, revealing the blood-red texture inside.

A "mouth" bit off half of Hannah's body.

……

The old man who had just woken up from the sarcophagus took a moment to enjoy a big meal, and now the whole manor was silent, and the old man had also recovered from his original dry corpse to an ordinary thin old man, but his skin was still dark, with a slight dark red, which made people dare not look directly.

The old man who put on the robe handed by the housekeeper Hunter touched his bald head like a pine egg.

"It looks like it's going to take a few more days for this hair to grow back, and now I look ridiculous." The old man asked casually.

"Master, you are always personable." Hunter, the butler, remained respectful.

The two of them walked together towards the interior of the manor.

"The master finally woke up, but found the diary?"

"Something went wrong, the diary seems to have been snatched by someone else, and Sid Jr. was killed when he tried to get it back."

"Ah, poor little master." Butler Hunter bowed his head again, but there was no sorrow on his face.

"Yes, my poor grandson, he is the last of my blood relatives."

The black-skinned old man was none other than Sid's grandfather, Ralph.

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

The old man soon became happy again, "But that kid from Sid is still useful, he had found the diary before he died, and activated the mark I had hidden on him. His spirit will haunt the murderer because of the imprints, and I only need to confirm it myself to find out who the diary is. ”