Diary of a Dead Wizard

Unfortunately, the one lurking there wasn’t a spirit—his semi-immersive meditation method was useless.

He turned sideways and followed her, step by step, into the shadows.

Once both Saul and Kongsha had disappeared down the deep hallway on the East Tower’s second floor, a single foot suddenly became visible at the edge of the darkness. But its invisible owner remained hidden outside.

“Tch!” A low click of the tongue echoed through the corridor.

That foot eventually withdrew from the shadow and vanished without a trace.

Meanwhile, Saul and Kongsha had already arrived at the first floor of the East Tower, before a great bronze door.

The bronze door was ancient and heavy, but the arcane formations etched onto its surface gave it an eerie feeling.

Kongsha stood before the door, lips pressed tight, looking serious—maybe even a bit nervous.

Saul, being the one with the key, felt no pressure from the door at all.

“Senior Kongsha,” Saul said, standing at the door. “It’s almost three.”

Kongsha lifted her head. A few eyeballs popped out, warily staring at the bronze door. Then she spoke quickly: “What I need is item number 117—Whisper of the Elves.”

Saul’s expression darkened at once. “Senior Kongsha, anything with a serial number is a taboo item. I’m not even allowed to use them, let alone bring them out for someone else.”

One of Kongsha’s eyeballs turned to look directly at Saul. “I know. I won’t take it out. I’ll go in and use it myself. That way, you won’t have to touch the taboo item or smuggle anything out.”

“Then by all means. I’ll just pretend I was late for work.” Saul didn’t believe it would be that simple. He even moved aside to make room and closed his eyes as if playing dumb.

“I can’t get in… but you can bring me in.”

“Bring you in?” Saul knew he could, technically.

Just like Kujin had brought him in. And if the person he brought turned hostile, Saul could use the key to eject them instantly.

But there was a risk: if the other party acted fast enough to grab the item before he reacted, the second warehouse could suffer.

“So, Senior Kongsha, how can I be sure you won’t pull anything extra once you’re inside?”

If the benefit was high enough, Saul didn’t mind taking the risk. That was because of the mutual trust built over years of working with Kongsha.

If it were someone like Ferguson or Kujin, Saul wouldn’t even consider it.

“Whisper of the Elves is a green conch, about the size of a fist. You can’t use it but you can move it.”

“I move it to the inner side of the door and you use it there?”

“Yes.”

This way, even if Kongsha wanted to enter the warehouse’s interior, she couldn’t open the second door. And if she tried to steal the conch, she’d be risking her life and offending the Tower Master.

“That might be worth trying. So what price is Senior Kongsha offering for me to take this risk again?”

“A locator,” Kongsha replied. “Now that you’ve reached Second Rank, once you stabilize, you’ll need to think about your locator. I can offer you two relatively safe locator configurations.”

“I know your Mental aptitude is excellent. But Magic has always been your weakness. So you either keep pushing your Mental strength—or use the locator to forcibly boost your Magic. Oh, by the way, have you broken past 55 joules yet? If your Magic is too low, no need to rush the locator.”

Saul: “Just passed 80 joules.”

Kongsha: “…”

Kongsha: Why is it always me who gets hurt?

(End of Chapter)