Diary of a Dead Wizard - Chapter 768: Falling into the Sea

After hearing Nathan’s all-or-nothing gamble, Saul looked at him with renewed respect.

According to Saul’s plan, Nathan should have investigated and verified Saul’s purpose, gradually built a relationship with him, then slowly revealed his predicament.

But Nathan had only hesitated for two weeks, or perhaps even less time, before deciding to tell Saul everything.

Quite bold, though it might also be that the Water God was pressuring him too intensely.

But regardless, he had saved Saul a lot of time.

“In that case, let’s go meet this Water God directly.”

Nathan was both surprised and delighted. He hadn’t expected Saul to immediately decide to meet the Water God.

If even a third-rank wizard wasn’t a match for the Water God…

Nathan only vaguely considered this question before quickly shaking his head to stop himself from thinking deeper.

Nathan hurriedly led the way for Saul, carefully asking as they walked, “Instructor Saul, may I… may I call you master now?”

This was asking whether Saul agreed to take him as an apprentice.

Saul considered seriously for a moment. “You may call me master, but only during my time in Sky City.”

Nathan was stunned, clearly not expecting Saul to add such a condition. However, he currently had no qualifications to negotiate.

He only paused briefly before nodding quickly. “Alright, master.”

Afraid that Saul might change his mind again.

Sky City had no rule against residents going out at night. But nighttime security was indeed inferior to daytime—if one went out at night, they were responsible for their own safety.

Nathan would normally be very careful when going out at night and wouldn’t leave the areas where wizard apprentices were active.

But today was different.

He walked ahead of Saul, not even watching the road.

Instead, Saul kept observing their surroundings.

He needed to rule out whether anyone else was interfering with Nathan’s approach this time.

All the way to Nathan’s dormitory building, Saul detected no traces of others watching.

Nathan’s dormitory was quite ordinary—he even shared the same small building with another apprentice.

“Aren’t you afraid your roommate will discover your secret?”

“My roommate often sleeps in the lecture hall.” Nathan smiled bitterly. “And even if he discovered it, he’d only think I bought imitations. If he really became suspicious, he’d be the unlucky one.”

“How so?”

“The previous one stole my things and took it as well. Later, while drinking beef soup, he drowned.”

As they spoke, the two arrived at Nathan’s second-floor dormitory.

An apprentice’s dormitory actually served as their private laboratory, but they were responsible for the room’s security themselves.

When Nathan activated the magical formation on the door, Saul discovered this formation was mainly about “deterring gentlemen, not preventing villains.”

Of course, as Nathan had said, if villains entered, they’d probably become dead villains.

Nathan’s room was simple. Upon entering, one could see the entire wall covered with parchment and a super-long table surrounding three walls.

The table was cluttered with items, but Saul immediately spotted a white porcelain cat placed beneath the windowsill.

This white porcelain cat’s eyes were also red, but compared to the imitations’ red, this cat’s eyes were more translucent, as if inlaid with crystals.

Nathan followed Saul inside and immediately shut the door tightly, activating the soundproofing formation.

He pointed at the white porcelain cat Saul was observing and whispered, “It’s right there. But don’t touch it after you approach—anyone other than me who touches it will be immediately cursed.”

Saul nodded. Facing a “Water God” capable of killing third-rank wizards, he naturally wouldn’t be too reckless.

Just as Saul took a step forward, he suddenly heard Nathan shout from behind, “Master, be careful!”

Saul had been constantly monitoring the diary’s reactions.

Could Nathan’s surrender contain other intentions? Could there be traps behind the confession?

But before Nathan’s warning, the diary hadn’t shown any abnormal lines.

So Saul, temporarily having no target to guard against, was not only watching the white porcelain cat ahead but also keeping an eye on Nathan behind him.

However, the next second, the ground beneath his feet gave way, and his entire body actually began falling downward.

Accompanying the fall was the sudden sound of “gurgle gurgle” bubbling in his ears.

In the blink of an eye, Saul had somehow moved from Nathan’s bedroom to pitch-black waters where he couldn’t see his hand in front of his face.

Saul opened his mouth, and water immediately poured into his throat—salty, bitter, and fishy. It was seawater!

The seawater seemed to have autonomous consciousness, trying to invade his mouth, penetrate his organs, and soak into every alveolus in his lungs.

For a moment, he forgot his identity and instinctively flailed his limbs in panic like a normal drowning person.

But the bone-chilling seawater provided him with no buoyancy at all, seeming only to want him to sink in complete darkness.

The more Saul struggled, the deeper he sank in this pitch-black sea.

In a place he couldn’t see, at the deepest part of the seabed, a white cat stared up at the person above with red eyes.

Seeing Saul sinking rather slowly, the cat flicked its tail.

A whirlpool immediately formed in the seawater, pulling Saul to accelerate his descent.

Watching Saul in the water gradually stop struggling, the white cat frowned and flicked its tail again.

The whirlpool grew larger.

Saul sank another three or four meters in almost the blink of an eye.

The distance between them was now less than a hundred meters.

It was at this moment that a voice suddenly appeared in the white cat’s ears.

“Strange, you don’t seem to be like the outside rumors suggest—that you drown everyone who prays to you for good luck?”

The white cat froze, immediately changing from its previous crouching position to standing, looking up at the rapidly descending person above.

Saul, who had been pretending to be a corpse, twisted his waist to change from back-down to face-down, though his eyes remained closed.

In such an environment where nothing could be seen clearly, Saul didn’t need to open his eyes.

He spread out his mental power and sensed the white cat’s presence below and its recent actions.

After seeing him make drowning motions, the other party had still controlled the seawater to accelerate his descent.

This action was actually completely unnecessary. But the other party had still accelerated twice, clearly more eager for Saul to quickly reach its presence.

However, after Saul stopped pretending, the cat at the seabed didn’t respond.

Clearly, Saul had already sensed the other party’s mental power, but the other party wasn’t communicating with him.

But looking at the cat’s appearance, it had definitely heard Saul’s words.

Saul looked at the mental power feedback, thought briefly, and didn’t rush to continue his descent.

Although he had indeed experienced drowning reactions when first entering this pitch-black sea, a third-rank wizard’s mental power could easily sweep through his body, restoring normal function to his out-of-control mouth and nasal cavity.

At the same time, he sensed a mental power transmitted from the seabed.

This mental power stirred the seawater, circling around Saul and carrying him downward, but throughout the process it neither attacked nor restrained Saul.

Saul suddenly realized that what had been attacking him and trying to drown him was only the seawater, not the source of the mental power below.

Sensing the seabed spiritual entity drawing ever closer, he couldn’t help but form a new idea.

“Perhaps the power that grants people luck and the curse that drowns them don’t come from the same source?”

(End of Chapter)