The Gardener had said that the place where the Soul Eater's claws were located was an abandoned laboratory, and that he might have been a creature that had been cultivated or improved by a previous wizard.

Moreover, there were people who fell before Thor. Listening to the gardener's tone, no one died below because of this.

Then this Soul Eater's Claw shouldn't be one of those very aggressive creatures.

The reason why Thor was willing to try the plan recommended to him by the Soul Eater's Claw was that he felt that this guy was sensitive to souls, and maybe he also had a natural intuition about spirit ester materials; Second, he doesn't have a clue at the moment anyway.

Re-column, re-adjust.

Thor took out the materials he found that could be replaced, and exchanged them for reagents rolled up from seaweed dumplings.

Of course, before trying, he still let the diary test the goods first.

Thor was already very skilled in adjusting the potion, and he soon saw the underwater whirlpool.

"It doesn't seem to be any different." Thor held the test tube in one hand and the pen in the other to continue recording the reaction.

"Then ...... next" After the reagent was completely reactive, Thor took out a small piece of plastic bone he had refined and slowly poured the new reagent on.

The plastic bone softened again, and Thor gently smacked it with a glass stirrer.

"It's softer." Thor finally noticed a slight difference in the results, "but there doesn't seem to be much change in nature." ”

Thor tilted his head to find that the base of the black tentacle was stuck to the back of his neck at some point, the tip dangling next to his cheek.

From time to time, it went to the diary twice and seemed to feel something; From time to time, he shuttled between the materials on Thor's desk, and he was about to tie knots.

"Come back." Thor snorted.

The black tentacles immediately retracted to the side of his cheek, unexpectedly obedient and honest.

"The diary doesn't react to the softened plastic bone, it seems that at this step, it can't be called a spirit ester."

Thor's left hand was after absorbing the fragments of Sid's soul, and suddenly gained the approval of the diary, and the not-so-pleasant name of Lingester was born.

"Maybe it's the catalyst of the soul fragment that is missing......"

Thor jotted down all his conjectures in his notes.

"But where are you going to get the soul shards? As mentioned in the book, the souls of ordinary people dissipate very quickly, and normally only the spiritual power of a wizard's apprentice can form a relatively stable spiritual fragment. And ordinary people are difficult to keep their souls for a long time unless they are polluted or have extremely strong spiritual body fluctuations, so soul fragments are also very rare. ”

Even working in the morgue, Thor has a hard time encountering soul fragments.

If there were, it was likely to be intercepted in the first and second morgues.

But he couldn't give up the raw materials of plastic bones for the sake of soul fragments.

"Do you still have to pay for it?"

Recently, the speed of the wallet drying up has been accelerating, and Thor is worried, when the loot is spent, will he still be able to rely on his monthly credit salary to save a little money?

……

"Tower Master, Ralph of the Bloodthorn Clan is here to visit you." A blonde, blue-eyed, moodless male apprentice stood at the door of the living room and bowed deeply to Gorsa, who was sitting inside.

This is the eighteenth floor of the Wizard Tower, and the eighteenth to twenty-first floors all belong to the tower owner Gorsa.

On the eighteenth floor there is a large reception room, richly decorated.

Most of the kings and nobles who pursued and loved them could be found there.

But it's just a place to entertain ordinary guests.

Next to the conference room, there is a small and inconspicuous living room.

This is where the tower master usually meets his mentor and apprentice.

There are no usual tables and chairs in the living room, all of which are sofas wrapped in soft cotton and thick plush carpets that cover the entire floor and sink into them when you walk.

Rows of trellises were built on the walls of the living room, and the flowers planted on them were the companion flowers that Thor had chosen.

At this time, these companion flowers are swaying from side to side in unison, as if they are dancing, and they are also singing with their necks stretched.

On the outer walls, there are two rectangular windows that are almost floor-to-ceiling. The translucent frosted glass makes the sunlight a little gray.

The owner of the entire wizarding tower, Gorsa, sat on the largest sofa in the living room. He was wrapped in a huge dark red cloak, only under the hood, revealing a little pink chin.

Opposite Gorsa, stood a rickety old man with gray hair and a wrinkled face.

The old man was very respectful, but he seemed a little unmotivated.

It was none other than Thor's superficial mentor, Kaz.

The two were talking, interrupted by the apprentice in charge of delivering the message.

Gorsa looked sideways at the apprentice, "Bloodthorn Family? ”

The apprentice's back sank a little more, "It's the family of Sid, the second-level apprentice in the tower. ”

After being reminded by the apprentice, Kaz remembered this.

"Ralph of Bloodthorn? Isn't he dead? I remember the burial was in a hurry. ”

"Oh, I remember." Gorsa suddenly said to Kaz with interest, "The Bloodthorn family's flesh sorcery is quite interesting. It's a pity that the direction of our research is not right, otherwise it would be good to recruit him to be a mentor. ”

Kaz smiled awkwardly and reminded Gorsa in a low voice, "Tower Master, Sid is the apprentice who was killed by Thor. Sid is also Ralph's grandson. ”

"Oh, what did Ralph come here to do?"

This was addressed to the missionary apprentices.

The apprentice still maintained a bowing posture, and when he heard the tower master's question, he immediately replied, "Ralph wants to take his grandson's body." ”

"Heh," Gorsa chuckled, "Ralph is also a wizard majoring in dark attributes, how could he think that there would be a corpse left?" Why don't we pick up a random bone in the ground and give it to him? ”

Kaz: "......"

"Just kidding." Seeing Kaz's expression, Gorsa knew what he was thinking, "The other party is also an official first-order wizard, so he can't be so rude." ”

Kaz felt that there were some things that the tower owner cared about, and he had to pay attention to it, so he took the initiative to say: "The other party may be trying to find out the murderer." ”

That's the apprentice you first set your eye on!

"Makes sense." Gorsa nodded.

Then, abruptly, he vanished.

Kaz gasped, and the cold breath ran down his teeth, making him feel extremely sore.

I always feel that the tower owner will not do anything good!

Seeing that the messenger apprentice was still pouting, Kaz told him to retreat first.

He turned around and walked to a frosted window, touched it with his hand, and saw the scene outside.

Close, very clear kind.

Not surprisingly, the tower owner had already appeared in front of Ralph, who was waiting outside the tower.

……

Ralph had just gotten out of the carriage and waited.

He was dressed in a black aristocratic dress and stood in front of the gate of the Wizard's Tower with a sad face.

He didn't think he would see Gorsa easily.

After all, the other party is a second-order, with an identity and status, even if he is a first-order wizard with no background, it is possible to wait for most of the day.

But Ralph never expected that less than five minutes after he handed over the words, a figure appeared in front of him in an instant.

Ralph had never met Gorsa, but he was able to recognize the other person's identity first-hand.

Flash in an instant!

Worthy of being a powerful second-order wizard who is also ranked among the best in the entire wizarding world, Gorsa was able to touch a little bit of the space spell that only a fourth-order wizard could study.

Ralph is driven crazy with jealousy, and he is more and more determined to get back the Death Wizard Diary!

He was sure that as long as he activated the diary, he would definitely be able to use the knowledge in the diary to successfully advance to the fourth order!

When the time comes, whether it is Gorsa or the family behind him, they will only be able to lick the soles of his Ralph!

"I know why you're here." Although Gorsa's whole body was hidden in the cloak, his tone was still gentle, as if he was carefully admonishing, "Since I have joined the Wizard Tower, even if I die, the corpse is my belonging." Go back. ”

Ralph knew that things would not go too well, but he couldn't give up easily, and even if he could learn the identity of the murderer, he could crouch nearby and show up.

But negotiations need to be pulled, so Ralph first made a more drastic demand.

"I understand, sir. It is a pleasure for West Germany to contribute to your research. But I want to be able to slay the murderer, and for that I am willing to exchange Bloodthorn's knowledge of witchcraft with you. ”

"Uh-huh......" Gorsa muttered for a moment.

Is there a play?

The corners of Ralph's mouth tightened slightly.

The next moment, Gorsa suddenly raised his hand, revealing a pink palm.

"Go back, do you hear me?"

Ralph immediately felt a great sense of humiliation, but he suppressed his anger and made himself look more humble, "Dear Lord Gorsa......"

A blinding white light burst out from Gorsa's palm.

"That's ......" Ralph barely had time to think about it before he began to feel like his whole body was burning.

It doesn't hurt, but it burns.

The old butler Hant, who had been leading the horse silently behind Ralph, was stunned to see his master's body twist and clump in an instant after the white light, like a hair that touched an open flame.

An old head fell to a pair of straight human legs with a "thud".

Three, in the end, roll into a ball.