Chapter 80 – Poor little Sid.
Chapter 80: Poor Little Cid
Broken and thin as hair, the words slowly scratched across the black paper, returning to silence after the last stroke was written.
Cid’s soul didn’t ask Saul who he was again.
Nor did it ask any more questions about anything else.
He disappeared.
Gradually all the white writing on the black paper dried up and disappeared, and the black paper itself melted away as if it had been set on fire, so that in the end nothing remained.
The diary flew back over Sol’s left shoulder and closed quietly.
“Is the diary even a Sidhe family heirloom? What kind of family ancestor could make a precognitive prop like a diary?”
Given the diary’s power, Saul was more inclined to think that Cid’s family had gotten the diary unintentionally. However, no one could become its owner for various reasons, so they still didn’t know the diary’s true power.
However, Syd’s family might be hiding the diary’s origin and other secrets, so they could trace back the origins of the diary a bit when they had the chance to do so in the future.
“But the matter of Cid’s grandfather is still a long shot. As far as I can remember, Cid once touched the diary, but it wasn’t activated either, so there should be other conditions needed to activate the diary.”
Sol digested the information he had just acquired, then looked to his left hand.
“Ending the soul fragment issue for now, my left hand is …… spirit ester? Seems like I’ve seen that word somewhere. Yawn …… let me recall ……”
Thor yawned, got on his hands and knees, and crawled onto the bed, burying his head between the bedding.
He was really tired, and his thoughts drifted away before he could fall into a deep sleep.
……
Saul opened his eyes just before three in the afternoon.
As much as he wanted to sleep until noon the next day, Saul really didn’t have the courage to skip work.
The social animal could still carry a bucket and run, but if he carried a bucket and ran in the Wizard Tower, he was afraid that the bucket would contain more than his own head.
The second floor of the East Tower was still a familiar look, but the people had changed.
Senior Byron left the corpse room yesterday.
As a third level apprentice, he could not continue to work in the Corpse Room.
That would be too much for the Wizard’s Tower.
The third level apprentice’s tasks were mainly in the outside world, so in the future, Byron would be absent from the Sorcerer’s Tower for a long time, just like the other third levels.
Before leaving the corpse room, Senior Byron had instructed Saul that if Konza came back to ask about what Cid was looking for, he should let Saul put it all on him.
It was thought that Kong Sha wasn’t so stupid that she had to offend Byron for something she didn’t know the details of and at the same time lose the hidden connections that she had managed to plant into the corpse room.
The one who took over Byron’s work was a second level apprentice who looked strange. It seemed to have gotten Byron’s instructions, and nodded quite politely when he first met Saul.
Today’s work was as exciting as ever.
Not everyone was willing to die obediently.
Saul patted an incessantly crying female corpse to sleep before taking a knife and cutting off her ear.
That ear sprouted a pair of wings and struggled to fly away, before Saul finally tied it up with rope and put it in a small box to settle down.
That night, Saul finally stopped having nightmares.
But in the small town that was separated from the Golsa Witch Tower by a Viscount’s Domain.
Some people would not be able to sleep this night.
Lady Hannah has been living the life of a noble lady in general since she married her current merchant husband.
Especially since the merchant husband is often away from home, they play their own games without interfering with each other.
The manor where the two now live was bought by the merchant husband from an old butler.
The price of the manor was kept low because the original owners were all dead.
At first, Mrs. Hanna was uncomfortable living in a house where people had died, but after a few days, she realized that the manor was really nice!
Spacious, expensive, with front and back gardens, but also comes with a full set of luxury furniture.
Living here had the feeling of becoming a noble lady.
But in the evening, the garden in front of the manor suddenly sunken and collapsed, revealing a sarcophagus underground.
Mrs. Hannah rushes over with her men to deal with it.
It’s unbearable to have other dead people buried in the house.
She would have to remove the sarcophagus and blackmail the old housekeeper who had sold the house to them for some money.
While moving the sarcophagus, the lid slid open unexpectedly.
A servant, greedy for the burial jewels that might be in the sarcophagus, opened it without permission.
But there was no treasure inside the sarcophagus, only a withered and dry corpse.
The people were so disappointed that they just wanted to find a place to throw the sarcophagus away. Who knows that the dry body in the sarcophagus, but suddenly stretched out his hand, a hand will stand next to the sarcophagus of an old servant grabbed in.
The old servant screamed and struggled, but was completely unable to resist the strength of the corpse.
The charred black skin of the dry corpse suddenly lifted up like a life-like layer, stretched out, and turned into countless long and thin tentacles.
The tentacles wrapped the old servant tightly, like a python devouring a moose.
The surrounding people immediately scattered in fear and fled, only Mrs. Hanna did not move.
Because she was so scared that her feet were weak, but no one came to give her a hand.
She wanted to turn around and run away, but her left and right feet did not listen to her control, a swaying, unexpectedly fell to the ground.
At that moment, an old, dark hand reached out to the weeping Mrs. Hanna.
“Which old servant is it?” Hannah trembled as she held the strong hand in front of her while thinking about how much bounty she would give this old servant after escaping.
But when Lady Hannah stood up with the force, a strange pale face appeared in front of her.
“There is no need to be alarmed, ma’am. It was just an accident, after all, I haven’t eaten in too long.”
The old man in front of her was hairless, dark and wrinkled, and thin and bony.
Lady Hannah finally remembered who this man was.
Wasn’t this the same body that had just been in the coffin?
He had come to life and was a tiny bit fatter than he had just been!
Mrs. Hanna knew she couldn’t outrun her opponent and cried for mercy.
The woman’s cries annoyed the old man, and the skin on his face opened and closed in a flurry, looking stupidly at the woman’s fat, white breasts.
“Master.”
At that moment, an equally pale voice roused the old man’s attention.
He looked up and saw a white-haired old man wearing a black butler’s uniform, and the other party was holding a set of clothes.
The old man smiled.
“Hunter, I saw so many strangers when I opened my eyes. Thought something had happened to you.”
The butler, Hant, calmly approached, handed over the clothes, and helped his master hold down the struggling Hannah.
“Old Hant? Old Hant!” Lady Hannah recognized the steward who had sold them the estate, “Please help me, help me.”
Lady Hannah’s other arm was tightened around Hant, only to realize that the old man was as strong as this.
But neither the horrible old man nor the old housekeeper paid any attention to her.
“I think my master must be starving if he wakes up, these people are the snacks I prepared for my master.” With a respectful face, Hunter spoke words that were cruel to the extreme.
The old man laughed, “Hahaha, all edible?”
“I’ve checked, there is no special background, please enjoy, master.”
Satisfied, the old man snatched up Lady Hannah, who was about to faint from fear, and raised her to his face.
He didn’t open his mouth, but from his face to the small of his back, the charred black skin opened up in the middle, revealing the blood-red texture inside.
In one “bite”, half of Hannah’s body was bitten off.
……
The old man who had just awakened from the sarcophagus took a little time to enjoy his meal, and now the whole manor is silent, and the old man has also recovered from the original dry corpse to an ordinary skinny old man, but his skin is still dark, with some dark red, which makes people not dare to look at him directly.
Wearing the robes handed by the butler Hanter old man, touched the pine egg-like bald head.
“It looks like it will take a few more days for this hair to grow out, now I look ridiculous, don’t I.” The old man asked casually.
“You are always poised, master.” Hant, the butler, remained respectful.
Together, the two walked towards the interior of the manor.
“Master finally woke up, but did you find the diary?”
“Something went wrong, the diary seems to have been taken by someone else, and little Cid was killed when he tried to get it back.”
“Ah, poor little master.” The butler, Hunt, bowed his head once more, only his face was not half sobbing.
“Yes, my poor grandson, he was the last of my blood relatives.”
The old black-skinned man was none other than Sid’s grandfather, Ralph.
It was also the only surviving clan member of the Bloodthorn family at the moment.
The old man quickly cheered up again, ”But that boy Cid was quite useful, he had found the diary before he died, activating the mark I had hidden on him. His spirit will keep haunting the murderer because of the mark, and all I have to do is confirm it myself to find out who has the diary.”
(End of chapter)