Diary of a Dead Wizard

The little boy named Harry was obviously enduring pain, but seeing Royer and Saul entering, he still forced out a smile.

He just bit his teeth tightly, afraid that opening his mouth would turn into groaning.

Royer didn’t care at all about the little boy’s suffering. He walked around the pool, sizing up the boy from head to toe.

“Tsk, your previous life was too decadent. You’ll need to soak in this medicinal pool for three more days.”

Hearing he had to soak for three more days, Harry’s mouth twitched and his face turned bitter. But thinking of the hard life in the rural fief and the huge fall from clouds to dirt, he still endured it.

The teenage boy already had strong convictions, and with his mother’s full support, he showed good endurance.

Royer walked back to Saul’s side and raised his eyebrows. “How about it? This candidate isn’t bad, right?”

“Not bad.” Saul nodded. “He has ambition and conflicts of interest. He’ll actively cooperate with all your experiments.”

Royer looked smug.

The two left the steam-filled room and returned outside, seeing Vanessa, who had just stood at the entrance to greet them, now preparing meals in the dining room.

She didn’t seem worried at all about her suffering son, instead gazing affectionately at Royer.

“Would you like to dine?”

Saul didn’t stay for the meal. Vanessa had prepared a court feast—small portions, lots of etiquette, complicated procedures.

He didn’t have time to waste on eating.

Now at third-rank and basically no longer human, Saul could already supplement his body’s energy without eating.

Royer stayed at the estate. After enjoying the feast, he would probably enjoy the woman too.

He was particularly enthusiastic about enjoying women of various races and types.

It was his way of relieving stress.

Just that Royer probably wouldn’t tear off Vanessa’s arms while enjoying her.

After all, she was still useful.

Saul rode the carriage back to the palace alone.

When he arrived at his temporary residence, he saw the previous attendant again.

Saul wasn’t surprised. Sander must have heard he’d been taken by Royer to Vanessa’s place and had the attendant wait here all along.

“Let’s go.”

When he met Sander and entered his small bedroom—the only one with any life in it—Sander’s previously gloomy expression quickly disappeared.

“Lord Saul, Mido’s condition has been adjusted as you previously instructed.” He said eagerly.

Saul had already reached an agreement with Sander and wouldn’t go back on it now.

“Good. Let Mido continue recuperating. I’ve prepared some potions to temporarily boost your mental power, lest Mido’s condition affect you.”

Sander was about to thank Saul when he suddenly thought of something and said worriedly, “But if I take medication, won’t it expose our plan and make the Tribunal’s people notice us?”

Saul smiled. “What are you afraid they’ll notice? It’s well known that you and I are old acquaintances. And you have blood drawn weekly to provide nutrients for Red Sea Trees. It’s normal for me to help repair your body.”

Though he knew Saul was right, this was Sander’s first time privately plotting against the Tribunal, this enormous entity. If he really had no other choice, how would an ordinary puppet dare make such a decision?

But thinking of being ignored by the Black Flame Emperor today and being treated as a decoration by everyone in the palace, though he could endure it, it further sparked his determination to resist.

After discussing Mido, Sander suddenly opened his palm. In his palm was a small golden spike.

Saul took the small spike and rubbed off the gold paint in his hand, revealing the deep blue, nearly black interior.

“This is the Soul-Fixing Needle?”

Saul looked down and discovered that the surface of the deep blue spike, like an embroidery needle, seemed covered with patterns.

But no matter how carefully Saul examined it, he couldn’t truly see the patterns clearly.

“Could it be a concealed micro magical formation?”

Magical formations were divided into normal, giant, and micro types.

Things like ultra-long-distance teleportation formations were giant magical formations, while those generally inscribed on magical artifacts were micro magical formations.

But the Soul-Fixing Needle now in Saul’s hand had magical formations even smaller than the smallest ones Saul had ever seen.

Not only that, countless magical formations were layered one upon another, making it impossible to distinguish what runes composed the formations.

This was also using the most precise methods to prevent others from violently cracking the formulas.

A Soul-Fixing Needle could only be used once, but if one could crack the magical formation formulas… wouldn’t it be possible to create more Soul-Fixing Needles?

Of course, Saul believed the Soul-Fixing Needle’s materials were definitely rare. He didn’t know if they still existed.

Now wasn’t the time to study it carefully. Saul directly pressed this deep blue spike into his left middle finger.

Currently, his left index fingertip hid an Abyssal Eye anchor point.

His middle fingertip now hid a Soul-Fixing Needle.

Though he didn’t know if the Soul-Fixing Needle could save souls polluted by anchor points, having two opposing items together gave Saul more peace of mind.

“I’m going back. From now on, pay attention to your behavior.”

Sander nodded seriously. “I understand. I’m an unwilling emperor, but not a desperate one.”

On the surface, Saul’s relationship with Sander was still good, so Sander didn’t need to worry about being secretly executed after being removed from the emperor’s throne by others.

His normal ending should be like his previous stepmother and brother—confined to some unremarkable small village for the rest of his life.

So Sander would express dissatisfaction now and cause trouble, but wouldn’t really flip the table.

Having obtained the Soul-Fixing Needle promised by Sander, Saul’s plan could officially begin.

Returning to his temporary residence, Saul closed his doors to visitors, seeing no one.

He took out the Soul-Fixing Needle and used rubbing methods to meticulously copy the magical formation patterns onto a metal nameplate less than one millimeter thick. He then resealed the Soul-Fixing Needle, planning to only study the metal nameplate.

Though ancient magical artifacts all had concealment functions to prevent detection by outsiders, just in case, it was better to take out the Soul-Fixing Needle itself as little as possible.

Currently, research on the Soul-Fixing Needle’s magical formations wasn’t urgent. Saul just stared at the nameplate for half an hour daily, deepening his impression and understanding of it.

The rest of his energy was entirely focused on creating the third target.

He calculated formulas while pulling out a black tree branch from his sleeve, spinning it around his right fingertips.

Quite reminiscent of pen spinning from high school in his previous life.

The black branch became a blur flying up, down, left, and right.

After an unknown amount of time, a weak voice that only Saul could hear spoke up.

“Lord Saul, stop spinning… I’m getting dizzy…”

(End of Chapter)