But the diary showed no reaction, and Saul also trusted his own judgment.

Or rather, he trusted himself.

A living Wizard Saul was more valuable than a dead Saul’s soul.

“Have you already taken control of the Inverted Tree at Bayton Academy?” Gorsa, having returned to his original appearance, seemed to instantly forget the previous conflict and asked about something else instead.

“Not control—more like an alliance formed to defeat enemies when I was at Bayton Academy.” Saul didn’t hide anything either. Gorsa might have already met Shaya at Kema Duchy. “The soul fused with the Inverted Tree is called Shaya, originally a first-rank wizard at Bayton Academy. He has… persecution complex, though he’s been much better recently. Are you looking for him?”

After Shaya had cooperated with Keli to rescue Kira, he was currently rooted in the suburbs of Kema’s capital city.

Kira had deliberately allocated him a large territory to develop as he pleased. It had now become a small forest.

Of course, it had also become forbidden ground for ordinary people.

Shaya had therefore provided Saul with a wave of fate power feedback. Now both Shaya and Mido had their own backing, steadily supplying Saul with power.

As for the most powerful Floco, he only generated fate power at intervals. It came in bursts, like an electrocardiogram. The mermaid clan probably gave him quite a headache too.

“Mm, I wanted to get some Inverted Tree to research. But there probably isn’t time now—I’ll talk about it when I return.”

Gorsa never seemed to worry about not returning.

“Of course.” Saul directly agreed on Shaya’s behalf. “How confident are you… that you can return?”

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“No confidence.” Gorsa lightly uttered two words.

Not self-deprecating, not joking.

“Master, since you have no confidence, why do you dare go to the Abyssal Eye?”

“The wall has blocked my path, so naturally I have to smash through it.” Gorsa’s tone was light, as if it were perfectly natural.

“What if you get killed in the crash?”

Good thing Heywood and Heidi hadn’t come in, or they would have been frightened by Saul’s questions.

But Gorsa calmly accepted Saul’s doubts: “If I get killed, then I die. But I still have to try to smash a hole in the wall and see what’s really behind it.”

Paving the way for future generations?

“You’re truly great.”

Gorsa’s mouth twitched. He probably hadn’t heard anyone praise him with such words before. “Don’t be disgusting.”

A pink sofa appeared behind him. He fell backward into it, sinking into the sofa.

“I’m just doing this for myself, doing what I want to do. By the way, do you have a Dead Wizard’s Diary?”

Saul directly admitted: “Yes.”

He raised his hand. The dark red hardcover book appeared in his palm, and he casually extended it toward Gorsa. “This is it.”

Gorsa wasn’t polite either, reaching out to take it, but his fingertips passed through air—he could only touch emptiness.

He swept his hand back and forth twice but still couldn’t contact the diary.

“Hmm, it seems this book already belongs to you. If you hadn’t actively made it appear before my eyes, I still wouldn’t be able to sense its existence.”

Saul withdrew his hand, looking at the hardcover book that had substantial weight in his hands. “I obtained it very early, but I still haven’t completely unraveled the secrets on it. However, it deserves much credit for my rapid advancement to third-rank.”

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“So if we’re really talking about talent, I can’t compare to Keli. Without the diary, I might have died long ago.”

Gorsa rested his arms on the sofa’s armrests, sinking back into the backrest again. “Many people have owned this book, but they all died too.”

Before Saul could discern whether the other party was comforting him, he asked in surprise, “You’ve seen this diary? You know its previous owners?”

“I’m guessing.” Gorsa stared at Saul’s hand. What he saw in Saul’s palm was a mass of twisted shadow with terrifying ghostly faces occasionally appearing on it, roaring and wailing, though it probably didn’t look like this in Saul’s eyes.

“Your diary carries very heavy resentment—it will bring disaster. Probably only in your hands can it bloom into a lump of flowers.”

Was “lump” the proper quantifier for flowers?

After internally complaining, Saul smiled again, “Thank you.”

He took a deep breath and finally made up his mind, “Master, I have a special method that might be able to help you a little. I can establish a connection between us. When you enter the Abyssal Eye, it can provide you with power and also help mark the path back to Stat.”

Gorsa watched Saul, not joking, rarely thinking seriously.

After five minutes, he slowly shook his head, “Not good. We understand far too little about the Abyssal Eye. No one can guarantee whether the Abyssal Eye’s power and pollution might follow the connection to find you.”

Saul was about to explain the special nature of fate lines, but Gorsa raised his hand to stop him.

“I understand you want to help me, but my going to the Abyssal Eye isn’t really mindlessly seeking death.” Gorsa smiled slightly, his eyes narrowing. “I’ve also left myself an escape route.”

As if not wanting Saul to persuade him further, Gorsa stood up and knocked on the wizard tower’s wall. “I originally wanted to use dark attributes to advance to third-rank because I didn’t want to be trapped here wasting time after reaching third-rank. But when I actually came to the Sighing Wall, I discovered that coming here was actually correct. It helped me correct my path.”

He turned back to suggest to Saul, “If you don’t have other urgent matters to handle, then guard here for a while. The black tide battles here are different from those on Nephret’s southeastern coast.”

“Mm, Lord Murphy also suggested this to me. I’ve already agreed to it.”

Saul also mentioned the two black tide monsters he had encountered on his way there.

“…I found that the black tide monsters here are individually more powerful. The black tide monsters on Nephret’s side are very numerous, but their individual strength can’t compare to here. And the monsters there don’t seem to drop gray bones either.”

“Yes, there aren’t many monsters here, but each one is formidable. Some can even match third-rank wizards. And… forget it, you’ll see when the time comes.”

Saul: “…”

Master, shouldn’t you describe the enemy situation clearly before battle?

Or do you have too much confidence in your apprentice?

Although Saul was internally complaining, he was still very confident and didn’t become nervous because of Gorsa’s half-spoken words.

Gorsa said nothing more, seeming to fall into deep thought. After a moment he suddenly came back to himself and began driving Saul away.

“Alright, alright, go find a wizard tower to guard quickly. With your current strength, you can choose any of them. Stop bothering me while I’m experimenting.”

(End of Chapter)

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