Diary of a Dead Wizard-Chapter 162: Save Me

The witch's face, which had been directly facing him, suddenly turned to the side, revealing another face beneath the hood.

From the nose and chin, it seemed to be the face of a young man. The lines of his face were striking, with a straight nose, and he was probably quite handsome.

The man's face spoke, "I can exchange credits with you and guarantee to give you a pair of useful eyes."

After undergoing several body modifications, Saul was not opposed to changing his limbs. However, eyes were an important and dangerous organ.

Whether the other party was eyeing his eyes or his cocoon, Saul couldn’t casually give them away.

"I! Want! Them!" The witch’s face didn’t give up, even acting like a child and pouting.

Using that face to act cute was, frankly, quite unpleasant to look at.

"Quiet!" The man snapped, but after the witch shut up, he continued to increase the stakes, "I can guarantee the eyes I offer will be absolutely useful. If you don’t like human eyes, I also have the eyes of extraordinary creatures like the cold night bird or the queen fly."

Saul let go of the cart handles and smiled politely, "Sorry, I’m not considering getting new eyes right now. If I need them, I’ll come to find you."

The man raised his hand and lifted his hood, revealing two mismatched blue and purple eyes that stared deeply at Saul.

Just as Saul thought the man might take action, he suddenly lowered his hood again.

"My name is Haywood. If you change your mind, you can find me in the first warehouse. As for your hands, I also have better modification options."

After saying that, Haywood continued forward, but the witch's face on the back of his head began to cry like a baby.

The quiet corridor was immediately filled with eerie crying, which lingered for a long time.

Saul waited until the man pushed open the metal door and disappeared from sight before wiping the cold sweat from his temple and pushing the cart forward again.

When Haywood revealed his eyes, Saul suddenly felt an eerie sensation, as if he had been completely seen through. It was as though Haywood possessed x-ray vision, scanning every secret of his body.

Especially when his eyes swept over Saul’s bone arms, Saul felt the magic within him begin to uncontrollably fluctuate.

Fortunately, the diary didn't issue a warning; otherwise, Saul was ready to take the initiative.

"That person is a very powerful Third Rank apprentice. He’s currently in the Wizard Tower, so he has some restraint. But if I meet Haywood outside the Wizard Tower, he may not bother negotiating with me."

Saul clenched his fists, the bones of his arms tightening with a cracking sound.

"I can’t be content with being a Second Rank apprentice. Even among those at the same rank, some are stronger than I am. I still need to continue learning!"

Saul reached the metal door, waited for a moment, and then carefully pushed the door open.

The room, filled with boxes, was empty. The two-faced Haywood had apparently not planned to ambush him and had already left.

When Saul saw Mentor Kaz, he was in the laboratory guiding new apprentices.

There were four apprentices in the lab, all around ten years old, staring up at Kaz, only to receive his ruthless mockery in return.

One girl even had red eyes from holding back tears.

"Mentor, I’ve brought the materials you asked for." As soon as Kaz stopped, Saul quickly pushed the cart forward.

"You all go back. If you can’t even understand this much, then don’t bother becoming wizards!" Kaz dismissed the others and didn’t even glance at the items Saul brought, pushing the cart aside.

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"These things aren’t that important. How’s the new job going?" Kaz, rarely showing concern, asked about Saul's work.

"It’s fine. There are many materials in the warehouse, so it takes time to find things. I’m working on organizing them."

"…Is that your impression?" Kaz frowned at Saul. "What about the corpse swarm?"

The corpse swarm had indeed given Saul a strange feeling, but compared to his previous experiences in the Wizard Tower, it wasn’t that frightening.

"They’re a bit mischievous," Saul thought for a moment and summarized.

"Heh…" Kaz pretended not to hear, "The second warehouse is the most dangerous place in the Wizard Tower, but it's also the safest. You're quite good at research. Your first body modification technique even impressed me. I hope you continue to work hard, but remember to focus on soul research."

"Alright, I’ll keep working hard." Saul agreed.

How many times had his mentor mentioned soul research to him?

Saul could sense a hint of urgency in Kaz’s words.

Did his mentor really trust him this much? Did he think his research could help Gorsa?

Gorsa was the Tower Master, a peak Second Rank official wizard!

Saul's eyes flickered.

Could it be that the Tower Master’s condition was worsening?

Was that why Kaz was putting some of his hopes on Saul in despair?

After a brief mention, Kaz shifted the topic.

He checked Saul’s recent studies and gave him a list of books as additional study material.

However, Kaz didn’t offer much advice on the knowledge Saul wanted to learn about the separation of the soul.

"I can only say that since you haven’t been injured, it shouldn’t be an external force causing the separation. You should pay attention to any changes in both your body and soul."

Saul pondered this.

After bidding his mentor farewell, he pushed the cart down the passage to the West Tower.

He hadn’t been to his dormitory in several days.

This dormitory on the twelfth floor, he hadn’t even stayed in for a single day since he moved in.

There were several opened and unopened boxes in the room. The table, cabinet, and bedroom were all in a mess.

Now that he finally had time, he opened all the boxes and stacked them along the wall.

That was his idea of tidying up.

Saul took a bath in the washroom. Although he had learned how to clean himself quickly with spell, nothing beat a good soak in the tub.

However, just as Saul was climbing out of the bath, the steam swirling around him, he noticed something strange in the mirror.

"What’s this?"

Saul, holding a half-dry towel, walked cautiously toward the mirror.

The mirror was fogged up, and he could only see a vague shadow moving closer.

Saul raised his hand and waved.

The figure in the mirror raised its hand and waved too.

The frequency of the movements was identical, as if the previous anomaly had just been a trick of his eyes.

But Saul was the least likely to trust that he had been mistaken.

He raised his hand and wiped the mirror with the towel, leaving a streak behind.

The towel wiped across the glass, but it was still covered with water stains. At least now Saul could make out the face in the mirror.

The face revealed in the mirror was… a woman’s face.

Saul had seen this face before.

It was the same face he had glimpsed before Vini left, beneath the shadow.

"Vini?" Saul asked cautiously.

The face in the mirror turned expressionless. Under Saul’s gaze, her lips twitched, and soon her entire face began to twitch.

She opened her mouth repeatedly, trying to say something, but was firmly blocked by the mirror.

Saul moved closer. "Vini, what do you want to say?"

He kept a close watch on his diary, but it didn’t indicate any danger.

"The dormitory is generally safe, so maybe Vini is trying to convey something to me." Saul thought, "Should I listen… or not?"

His mentor always emphasized that the unknown was dangerous, but sometimes, the known could be just as dangerous.

Saul placed his hand on the mirror. "If you want to say something…"

Suddenly, the face in the mirror grew larger, and Vini’s delicate face quickly distorted into a terrifying, acid-burned ghostly visage.

The water vapor on the mirror obscured most of the grotesque image, but it left only the sunken lower eyelids and a glimpse of the nose bridge.

A single droplet of water slid down from the corner of her eye, and when Saul’s fingertip touched the mirror, he caught the tear.

"Save me… Save me… Save me…"

Saul quickly pulled his hand back.

The voice was one he recognized well. It was the voice of the puppet doll used to test his mental strength.

Had it always been Vini crying out from inside the doll?

Or was it Lady Yura?