Chapter 392: Traces

"Not coming?" Seeing that Thor was delayed, Jairo shrugged, and the expression on his face was not so excited, "We're in a hurry, let's go first." ”

Luo Kai didn't get into the car either, still standing behind Thor.

It seems that he appeared here just to see off the two.

He smiled and waved goodbye to Jairo and Byron, Jairo waved his hand in disinterest, but Byron had already turned around, and had no intention of greeting Rokai at all.

This move is in line with Byron's character.

Thor's tense shoulders relaxed slightly, "Okay, then when Senior Byron comes back, I'll ask questions again." ”

Byron, who was already hidden in the shadow of his cloak, nodded slightly.

The carriage gradually drove away as Thor and Rokai watched.

"Thor, why do you increase your strength so much every time you go out?"

At this time, Luo Kai seemed to have noticed the change in the fluctuation of the magic power on Thor's body, and the smile on his face suddenly became much more bitter.

Sol didn't have the interest to greet Luo Kai, just nodded, "Accident." I'll go back first, senior Luo Kai. ”

Such a perfunctory answer made Luo Kai raise his right eyebrow.

But before he could say anything, Thor had already turned away, his black apprentice's robes rising and falling slightly in the air.

Rokai was still standing there as Thor made his way up the passage, and he withdrew his gaze from Thor and turned his head to continue looking in the direction the carriage had left.

When the carriage was covered in the woods and he couldn't see clearly, a cold light flashed under his eyes.

Thor hurried straight back to ...... Apprentice quarters on the 12th floor of the West Tower.

Because he was lazy and didn't go back to the dormitory for a long time, after being promoted to a third-level apprentice, Thor didn't change the dormitory.

When he came back this time, he rarely didn't go to the second warehouse to sort out his harvest and experience first, but after entering the door, he casually threw compressed bags, robes and other things to the ground.

He himself sat down on a high-backed wooden chair with a "poof".

Then, without stopping, the soul is out of body!

Spirits that are invisible to the naked eye emerge from the body.

The spirit on Thor's face trembled like ripples of water for a moment, and then changed to his current body.

The spirit lifted its feet off the ground and flew upwards.

Since completing the second witch body transformation, Thor has rarely taken the initiative to leave his body.

First, there is the warning of the tower owner, and secondly, I am also afraid of the experience of Yula and others.

He often warned himself not to get carried away just because he could go out of his body at will.

But it's not going to work today!

Because when he saw Byron in the carriage, he thought there was nothing wrong with his behavior at first.

It's just the act of acting with Jairo and Rokai that makes Sol feel that something is wrong.

So Saul subconsciously activated his habitual action – semi-immersive meditation.

Because this action has become his muscular spirit memory, it will not even let the people around him feel any difference in his state when it is activated.

But it was precisely this look that suddenly shocked Thor and froze all his blood.

In his normal state, the normal spillover of magic and spiritual power he felt from Byron's body turned into thin black threads of insects drilled out of pores from the perspective of semi-immersive meditation.

Byron's face, on the other hand, stretched from the midpoint of his head to his collar-covered neck...... There was a thin black line running through it.

After seeing this line, all the uneasiness and doubts in Thor subsided.

He didn't raise his fist, didn't frown, and even let his tense muscles relax slightly.

Beneath his calm exterior, the blood rushing in his body is as quiet as a whirlpool under the deep sea.

He could even say goodbye to Luo Kai politely and detachedly as before.

But when he entered the dormitory and was out of the sight of others, the pent-up tension in his body made him tremble from the inside out, and his movements became messy.

Despite this, he managed to complete the out-of-body experience in one go, and quickly flew upwards.

Except in some special places, there are no partitions between the levels of the Wizard's Tower.

Thor made it to Byron's dormitory without incident, and saw a messy room.

There's nothing unusual about the mess, Thor has been here a few times in Byron, and his dorm room has always been that messy.

Even the debris he had seen dumped on the ground the last time he came was still in its original form of distribution.

Thor walked, his eyes sweeping the room.

Very little has changed in the room.

"Senior Byron probably hasn't left the Wizarding Tower recently, and he usually conducts experiments in the dormitory. The dormitory is blessed with a defensive witchcraft circle, and the average apprentice should not have the ability to break through. Isn't that what happened to him here? ”

But if Byron hadn't been in the dormitory, it would have been difficult for Thor to find out where he had been attacked.

"But anyway, this is where he is most often seen. If you don't have a clue here, look elsewhere. With that thought, Thor walked inside.

Then he saw Byron's messy surroundings, but with a neat area of long tables and benches in between.

"There are some signs of damage in the center of the table...... He doesn't experiment on his desk. ”

Thor immediately knew he had noticed something unusual.

He bent down and looked at the table level, taking a closer look at the uneven mark.

"It's supposed to be a corrosive magic." Thor stretched out his translucent fingers, gently outlining an area along the trail of corrosion.

"That's the size of a book." Thor stood up, looked down at the tabletop, and laughed self-deprecatingly, "Aren't all books on the table?" ”

If it was a book or paper that Senior Byron had destroyed himself, there was no need to corrode the tabletop as well.

And this power is not quite the same as the nature of the witchcraft that Byron's senior is used to.

Someone ruined the things here, and even erased the surface of the table in order to eliminate what was left on the table.

"To infiltrate the desktop...... It should be a piece of paper. And it's just written on paper. ”

Thor stood there and closed his eyes.

Byron took out a piece of paper, and then wrote some words or symbols on the paper, and then something happened, the paper was gone, and the slightest trace left by the force under the paper was easily erased.

Thor opened his eyes.

"Did the senior find something? So things were taken or destroyed, and he ......"

Thor was reluctant to think about it further.

But when he recalled Byron, who was covered in black nematodes and had a black crack in the center of his skull, he had to recognize a reality - Byron's senior in that state could not be a living person!

Thor's hands slammed into the long table, the slightly corroded tabletop.

But as a spirit being, he could only let his fists pass through the wood and fall into the air weakly.

Just like his powerlessness at this point.

"Luo Kai! Jairo! ”

Byron's death must have something to do with the two of them!

They killed Byron and took his body away!

Thor's translucent eyes were stained with gray bloodshots, and the skin around him gradually softened.

Slender tentacles in the shape of an octopus poked out from under his skin, twisting and twisting, as if to turn Thor into a terrifying monster.

Despite his inhuman appearance, Thor's heart is not as distorted as it appears on the outside.

On the contrary, it was because of the venting outside the body that made his mind clearer.

"They deliberately took people away, presumably to hide the news of their deaths. After all, if you leave the Wizard Tower, you won't be considered dead until you don't come back for at least half a year. Senior Byron, did you find any information, or ...... What message do you want to send to me to be silenced? ”

The transparent hands, which were barely in human form, slowly pulled out of the wood and brushed a quill pen across the side.

There is some ink on the tip of the quill and a few sporadic drops on the tabletop, which seem to have been splashed by the pen falling on the tabletop.

Byron's dormitory was messy, but it wasn't dirty.

The ink must have fallen off the quill when Byron had an accident.

Thor stared at the pen steadily, sad and angry stubbornly trying to break through his sanity.

"After the quill fell, there was no trace of movement, and the person who shot it was almost instantaneous...... Solved Byron. This man must not be an apprentice! Is it some kind of mentor, or is it Gorsa? ”

Looking at it, Thor suddenly narrowed his eyes, he seemed to see what marks on the quill barrel?

The tentacles began to shrink, and Thor lowered to a height parallel to the table again.

The quill shaft is thin and its hardness is not high.

Thor was holding the pen with his thumb when he saw a character that appeared to have been carved out of his fingernails.

No magic is used, and the traces are shallow, and if you are not a person who carefully examines the items here, you will never notice it.

A "gray" character was written on the barrel.