Diary of a Dead Wizard - Chapter 783: Commanded to Grow Stronger

Penny knew Saul had been preparing escape routes for a few months. Running now would give them a high chance of leaving Sky City.

“Run?” Saul stood at the main hall entrance, looking up at the bright moon in the sky, responding in his mind. “Running now won’t solve the problem. Fourth-rank wizards can teleport.”

Beth was more rational.

[Actually, as long as you’re careful, with your physical constitution, you shouldn’t be polluted by Ophelia. You don’t need to take this matter to heart.]

Saul slowly shook his head. “If this were really a problem that could be solved by sleeping once, I wouldn’t be so resistant. Where there’s a first time being used, there will be countless more. That woman won’t let me leave until she’s thoroughly excavated the secrets in my body.”

Although Ophelia had already hinted she would let him leave within two months so he could fulfill his promise to go to the Tribunal, during these two months Saul would definitely be exploited by her in every way possible.

Moreover, Saul had quite a few secrets.

The other party was currently willing to let him leave, but if Ophelia truly detected the abnormalities on Saul, she probably wouldn’t let him go even if it meant breaking with the Tribunal.

Furthermore, she could completely pretend to let Saul leave, then secretly hide him away.

Beth: [It seems revealing the Prismatic World’s existence to a fourth-rank wizard was still too rash.]

Saul lowered his eyes.

Beth didn’t know he had already connected to the Prismatic World in the recent experiment and successfully left coordinates.

From now on, even without Ophelia’s help, he could set up magical formations himself to connect to the Prismatic World.

So he didn’t regret seeking out Ophelia—he just had some trouble to shake off now.

“Do you remember what Ophelia just said, that once she begins advancing, she can’t entangle with me anymore?”

[She won’t have time to eat Brother Saul.]

Penny cruelly repeated the original words.

Saul ignored this and clenched his fists, “Then let’s help her start advancing quickly. Isn’t she following the Water God’s old path? Let Floco share some experience with her!”

Beth was puzzled: [How will you do this?]

Across from them, someone silently approached.

Saul sensed familiar magical fluctuations and looked up to see Ona standing before him with a complex expression.

“Of course, first release the Water God. We must accelerate the progress.”

“Lord Saul,” Ona’s eyes faintly held anger, seeming even angrier than Saul. “You should accept me. If you agree, I’ll report to the City Master immediately. We can conduct experiments anytime—I think you’d be more accepting of this approach.”

Seeing Ona so angry, Saul’s own anger dissipated instead.

“It seems you already know.” Saul rubbed his chin, examining Ona who had lost her bright smile. “But you look very angry… you don’t think I defiled your City Master, do you?”

Ona’s expression changed. She bit her lip hard, then gradually released it. “I respect all of the City Master’s decisions, but I feel it’s not worth it for her. Speaking disrespectfully, you’re merely a third-rank wizard—you’re not worthy of her.”

Saul gradually straightened his chest. “Originally I wasn’t very willing, but after your reminder, I suddenly feel I really did profit.”

“Hehe,” Saul suddenly laughed, even dropping the honorifics. “After all, Ophelia promised me any position would be fine.”

“You!!!” Ona’s face instantly flushed red, but definitely not from embarrassment.

No one had ever spoken so lewdly about Ophelia in front of her.

Watching Ona about to explode with anger, Saul instantly restrained his smile. “I can see that compared to fear, you actually revere Ophelia more.”

Ona knew she couldn’t beat Saul and couldn’t attack Ophelia’s designated temporary companion, so she could only forcibly suppress her anger. “In Sky City, no one doesn’t revere the City Master. But while I accept all of the City Master’s decisions, that doesn’t mean you can disrespect her!”

“I apologize.” Saul said quite straightforwardly. “But you don’t need to be so angry either—after all, Ophelia won’t mind my slight disrespect, much less care about your feelings.”

Saul stepped forward, stopping beside Ona as he passed her.

He leaned close to Ona’s ear. “Wizards admire strength—I understand your feelings. But Ophelia probably can’t see your existence. Once she advances to fifth-rank, you’ll be even lower than dust—you probably won’t even qualify to appear before her.”

Ona didn’t speak, but her expression was equally unpleasant, just changing from anger to suppression.

“I’m giving you well-meaning advice. Rather than being jealous of me, you should quickly improve yourself. In a fourth-rank wizard’s eyes, third-rank is barely acceptable—second-rank has even less presence.”

Saul deliberately looked Ona up and down. “You’re actually quite smart and hardworking—you shouldn’t remain at the second-rank level.”

“Of course, you might just be lacking a bit of… luck.”

After speaking, Saul no longer observed Ona’s reaction and strode away.

Beth’s light laughter reflected on the black pages.

[Hehe, you’re forcing a second-rank wizard to pray to the white porcelain cat for good luck? But Water God Floco’s influence on second-rank wizards is probably minimal, right?]

Saul continued walking forward, expressionless.

The night breeze constantly teased his thin shirt, making the damage to his chest clothing abnormally obvious.

He said in his mind, “Floco indeed doesn’t have that much influence, but I can make him have it. After all, luck is something you can’t see or touch—sometimes psychological effects are more powerful than actual material influences. It just depends on whether you know how to utilize it.”

Saul walked all the way to the White Glass Palace platform, where a flying carriage was waiting for him.

[It seems you’re about to target high-rank wizards. What will you do next? Do you need me to go out and help?]

“Of course.” Saul was unceremonious. “Just right—my arrangements at the Academy of Knowledge are complete, but I need you to help monitor the follow-up to ensure things develop according to plan.”

[What about you?]

“Me? Of course I’m going to the Academy of Practice to spread the cat’s gratitude! And get stronger under orders.”

[Hehe, Brother Saul is going to be kept by a woman again.]

Seeing Saul wasn’t so angry anymore, Penny began joking carelessly again.

“Tch, others are already firing at me—eating some sugar coating isn’t excessive, right?”

…

Dean Shaquille of the Academy of Practice received an urgent mission from the White Glass Palace.

City Master Ophelia commanded the Academy of Practice to spare no effort in helping a wizard named Saul strengthen his body and spiritual entity.

Initially, although Shaquille was puzzled, he wasn’t too moved.

Because he’d heard the name Saul and knew he was an excellent first-rank wizard recently recruited by the Academy of Knowledge.

He just hadn’t expected the other party to also attract the City Master’s interest.

Quite a promising young wizard.

But when Shaquille actually met Wizard Saul, he was completely dumbfounded.

Saul, no longer concealing his strength, appeared before the Academy of Practice dean. The dean, also third-rank, immediately understood Saul’s true identity.

What followed was enormous pressure.

After all, helping a first-rank wizard grow stronger with full effort required resources that were just a number.

But helping a third-rank wizard grow stronger with full effort required resources that were a concept.

Shaquille despairingly thought, “After completing the City Master’s assigned mission, the entire Academy of Practice will be stripped clean—it won’t recover for decades!”

(End of Chapter)