Diary of a Dead Wizard

When Stuart heard Emperor Elo’s words, he reacted for two seconds before realizing what he was saying.

“Go… to the Abyssal Eye? What’s the difference between that and suicide?”

“I’ve long heard of Gorsa’s crazy reputation, but I didn’t expect him to be this crazy. But even if he wants to go to the Abyssal Eye, he’d probably only face death. Why would Chief Frim still risk killing him?”

Elo didn’t hide his thoughts. “Actually, I’m also sighing because of this. Frim probably fears that fourth-rank Gorsa might cause unpredictable changes in the Abyssal Eye.”

The more one feared, the more it represented respect.

Clearly Frim also quite acknowledged Gorsa’s abilities and talent.

Stuart usually wasn’t a talkative person, and as a third-rank wizard, his presence was quite weak.

But precisely because of this, he often thought alone. He pondered knowledge related to magic, the future of Black Flame Empire, and also human relations and social customs.

He suddenly thought of Wizard Saul he’d met a few days ago and immediately had a guess. “I’m afraid Gorsa isn’t the only one Chief Frim values.”

“A few days ago I encountered a third-rank wizard here named Saul. Does Your Majesty know him?”

Elo smiled. “Of course, the only third-rank in the Borderland who single-handedly sealed a storm eye. Who doesn’t know him now? Oh, a few months ago he seems to have caused quite a commotion at that crazy woman Ophelia’s place. Ophelia acted like nothing happened afterward, but I think she still suffered some losses, haha!”

Stuart looked helplessly at Elo. This Black Flame Emperor was actually quite gossipy too.

He said seriously, “Your Majesty, this Wizard Saul is currently in Evernight, personally invited by Chief Frim.”

“Does Frim want to learn from Saul how to seal storm eyes?”

“I speculate—could it be deliberately trapping Saul, this third-rank wizard who’s very effective against black tides, in the Tribunal?”

Reminded by Stuart, Elo immediately understood.

“You mean Frim wants to use black tides against Gorsa, and doesn’t want Saul to help, so he found an excuse to bring him here for supervision?”

Stuart nodded. “I think there’s this possibility. It’s just that besides Wizard Saul, the Stargate Council has other people skilled at fighting pollution. Can Chief Frim stop Stargate Council people from helping Gorsa?”

Elo’s expression darkened. “The Stargate Council probably doesn’t have time to care about Gorsa now. There’s been some problems with their stargate experiments.”

Stuart was even more surprised.

“Problems with the stargate experiments?”

Although he understood the dangers of stargate experiments—like an ignorant child going out alone, what people and events they’d encounter depended entirely on luck.

But Stuart also knew the Stargate Council had prepared for the stargate project for over a hundred years. How could serious problems appear right at the start, to the point they couldn’t even care about their next fourth-rank candidate being in danger?

“Are the problems serious?” Stuart asked.

Only Stuart dared ask Elo such questions.

Elo didn’t mind at all. “Frim didn’t say. But our people at the stargate haven’t sent back emergency information, so it shouldn’t be too serious yet. After this black tide passes, you personally visit the Stargate Council.”

Stuart nodded. “Yes, Your Majesty.”

Even if the Stargate Council had problems, it would be hard to threaten Nephret Continent, let alone fourth-rank wizard Black Flame. After briefly discussing this matter, the two refocused on Gorsa.

“Your Majesty, will you cooperate with Chief Frim?”

Stuart knew that what to do next still depended on their emperor’s attitude.

This time Elo paused for a moment. “I don’t want to meddle in their interest disputes, but if Gorsa’s actions cause the Abyssal Eye to erupt again, it would definitely threaten all of Nephret… I can’t take that risk.”

Stuart sighed inwardly.

As a wizard, he actually agreed more with Gorsa’s approach.

The Abyssal Eye had threatened the entire world for over a hundred years, yet wizards’ understanding of the Abyssal Eye remained limited.

If they wanted to completely solve the problem, such conservative defense definitely wouldn’t work.

But each year, just fighting the black tides produced by the Abyssal Eye already consumed most of the wizard world’s energy.

Moreover, when the Abyssal Eye first fully erupted, it directly devoured an entire continent. Who would dare risk going deep into the Abyssal Eye?

Probably only someone like Gorsa, who disregarded everything and focused solely on magic, would have such courage.

It was just a pity that as part of Black Flame, all decisions he made had to prioritize Black Flame’s interests.

He looked at Emperor Elo, knowing the other thought the same way.

The two reached consensus in silence.

…

Saul descended from the air, with over ten semi-transparent gray tentacles drilling out of his sleeves like arrows, shooting toward the giant serpent on the ground.

The serpent’s scales were incredibly smooth—even tentacle suckers often slipped off, making it hard to grasp.

However, Saul’s current task wasn’t to catch the serpent either.

He was drawing away monsters near the Moonlight Mani so Royer could pick them.

Because picking Moonlight Mani required extreme care—otherwise the picked flowers would deactivate in a very short time—Saul and Alfonso were each responsible for different directions, driving away nearby monsters.

It was driving away, not killing.

Because large amounts of monster blood would pollute the nearby sand, thus affecting the Moonlight Mani root systems deep in the sand.

Just as Saul was using tentacles to drive the giant snake toward the distance, the ground suddenly shook, and three identical serpents actually emerged from underground.

“Did I stir up a snake nest here?” Saul smiled bitterly.

Unable to kill them, and unable to make too much noise, this truly made his actions constrained.

Saul quickly glanced at Alfonso on the other side.

He was dealing with a swarm of human-head-sized bees.

Those bees gathered together, dark and dense like storm clouds, looking incredibly troublesome.

In comparison, Saul preferred “sweeping snakes” on this side.

A black vine thinner than a finger emerged from behind Saul’s neck, rapidly expanding in mid-air until it was thicker than the serpents on the ground.

The vine’s front end split open into a shark-like mouth, taking a “chomp” bite on one of the serpents.

“Hiss—”

However, the serpent’s scales were too slippery. Little Algae’s sharp teeth could only slide powerlessly off the scales, producing harsh scraping sounds.

Seeing Little Algae suddenly “getting fat,” Saul immediately had a new idea.

“Little Algae, can you swallow an entire snake from the back or front?”

Little Algae had once devoured several hidden crystals and now possessed strange spatial powers, so not only could its size contract and expand, but it could also produce spatial effects.

Little Algae turned back, looking puzzledly at Saul, seeming to want to say “I don’t like eating that.”

Just as Little Algae was puzzled, the giant snake on the ground suddenly opened its mouth wide, bit Little Algae instead, and tried to strangle Little Algae with enormous force.

Little Algae’s body was instantly twisted into a pretzel shape.

“Eep eep eep eep!”

Saul immediately felt fear coming from Little Algae.

Little Algae was afraid?

How could that be?

(End of Chapter)